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kerwritesthings · 3 years

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Orange Blossom At The Bottom Of A Shot Glass

Summary: Salty is followed by sour, which should always be followed by sweet.

Word Count: almost 3.7k

Warning: little cursing, little sexual tension, a bunch of sweet and fluff

Author Notes: ::taps on mic:: Soooo it’s been a GOOD while. The muse has been a little bit of a fickle bitch. Or a lot of one, actually. Also didn’t help that the last piece I wrote totally went a hard boom splat - gee thanks tall idiot Canadian one for that :P

HOWEVER, the muse decided to let go with some of the hockey boys and me play with some words for J’s Winter Writing Challenge. I’m just one day off deadline, though I still want to fill the other 1-2 I was thinking of. Thank you J for pulling this all together, you’re a peach.

This one, is the first attempt at writing Tyler, so please be kind to a girl. It was fun to play in this little part of my hockeysphere/hockeyblr.

I’m also maybe possibly most likely making this into a verse/series. Cause y’all should know that’s how I roll.

The prompt from the challenge was: “Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“From the cute one in the three piece purple suit at the end of the bar, said to get you another of whatever you’re drinking,” Misty says, sliding the half-sugar rimmed martini glass across the copper bar top. “Wouldn’t even entertain doing this if I didn’t know most of them.”

“Thanks Mis,” you smile, pushing your empty glass towards her.

You peek down slyly towards the right. A gaggle of tall, well dressed men circle the far end. You think some look familiar. Then you see who Misty meant when he turns towards the front of the bar and towards where you’re sitting. You know straightaway who he is, know the reputation, the rumblings. It’s hard not to, as big as Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex is, it’s not at the same time. It also helps that you’ve been a hockey fan since birth, paying attention to the boys in green since you moved to Dallas a handful of years ago.

“Misty are you fucking kidding me?” you snap when she wanders back towards you.

“Nope,” she grins like the cat who got the canary. “You should go over and say thank you. Promise you, you may think you know, but he’s a good guy. The lot of them are.”

You shake your head no, downing half your drink in one sip before wiping your finger against the glass to lick at some of the sanding sugar. Misty’s blood orange martinis are your favorite, and a weakness you cannot kick when she’s got the good stuff in stock.

“Give me a blank tabcard and a pen,” you ask. “How many of them are down there? Do a round of shots on my bill, but lemme think of what to send while I write this.”

Misty places one of her pens, a card and your Visa to the right of your cocktail. You carefully fold the card in half, tearing it in two. On one half you cleanly script out your name and cell number while on the second half, you write a cheeky little note:

If you can figure out what the shot is, Misty has something for you. Thanks for the martini, the second always hits better especially when you lick the sugar rim.

“Mis, do you know how to make a reckless slut?” you snicker, capping the pen.

“Red-headed slut, but with whiskey instead of Jaeger yeah?” she questions, looking underneath the bar for a bigger, clean cocktail shaker.

“Honey whiskey if you’ve got it,” you respond, polishing off the rest of your martini before gathering your things. “Then it’s just a touch lighter on the peach. If he can guess it right, then you give him the second half of the note.”

“You got it, I’ll see you,” she waves, off to the middle of the bar to find more ingredients.

You carefully glance down towards the opposite end, noticing the boys all wrapped up so you carefully slip out to make your exit, smiling and shaking your head.

“I’m absolutely insane,” you say out loud to yourself as you head towards your car.

“Segs, my girl left this for you and a round on her for the rest of the motley crew,” Misty explains, slipping him the first card before handing out the shot glasses.

“What she say?” Jamie nudges.

“Other than I missed her licking the rim of her glass?” he chides. “I need to guess what this is and then Misty has something for me, supposedly.”

“I do,” Misty replies, handing the rest of the shots out. “She picked a bit of a good one to leave for you too. Cheers boys, bellow if you need anything.”

He lifts the glass, sniffing it at first, not having any clue.

“J, Rads you guys have any idea?” Tyler asks, they both shake their head.

“Bottoms up,” Jamie adds before they all tip the shots back.

“Anybody?” Tyler pushes again, glasses clicking on the copper.

“I know,” a voice chimes in from the back, dropping the empty shot glass onto the bar.

“Come on then Dicky,” Tyler urges.

He looks at Tyler, trying to hold back a laugh but it doesn’t work.

“It’s a reckless slut,” he manages out between his laughter. “It’s something else dark in place of Jägermeister. Slightly fitting, eh?”

The group busts out in hoops, hollers and their own peals of laughter while Tyler shoves at the one closest to him, this time it’s Alex.

“Whiskey, honey whiskey actually, so nice one there Jason. Winner gets this,” Misty trills happily, wiggling a card in front of the group.

“Hey, wait a second,” Tyler snaps, trying to lean over to snatch the card from the bartender.

“That’s the rules she set,” she says, flicking the card over to his teammate. “Take it up with him, he got it right.”

“What’s it worth?” Jason grins, fist bumping with Misty before turning more towards Tyler.

“Not whatever you’re scheming in that brain of yours,” he takes a pull off his beer.

“I was just gonna say take care of dinner tonight, but if it’s not worth that,” Jason trails off.

“Damnit Dicky,” he sighs, hand flexing around the bottle.

“Let’s go boys, they’re ready for us,” Joe interjects from the outskirts of the group, nodding to the back dining room. “And we like it here so no bloodshed, ok?”

You’re just about to slip the key into your front door lock when your phone buzzes in quick repeated blips. You juggle everything in, snag a bottle of water from the fridge before plopping down on the couch to see what has your phone trilling.

So, Tyler didn’t win the challenge, I did and Misty followed the rules passing it to the winner! Hi, I’m Jason.

::selfie of Jason with the boys scattered about behind him at the bar::

I’m refusing for a bit to give him your number. Want to spare and maybe prepare you before I do. Plus, it’s fun to watch him squirm for a bit when it comes to shit like this.

The reckless slut shot was a nice touch, so I’m hopeful in assuming when you spotted us, him really, you kind of knew who was all down at that end of the bar. Probably have heard some things about his adventures and antics, cause who hasn’t.

I can tell you most of it is blown out of proportion, don’t get me wrong he has his fun, but he’s not an asshole.

Maybe we can all do lunch after practice? I’m happy to play buffer if you don’t want to deal with him solo. We’ll go somewhere solid and make him pick it up :)

You cannot help but smile when flipping through the messages, making sure to save both Jason’s number and ridiculous selfie to your contacts list. You fire off a quick thanks text to Misty before you settle in to figure out the best reply to Jason.

You’re a good teammate and a better friend. I would also make him squirm for a bit too, little shit deserves a bit of discomfort.

I appreciate that, Jason – thank you. I know better than to judge a book by its cover, but it’s hard when the Cliffs Notes versions are face up all over the place. Plus, a lady can never be too careful.

Want to try lunch next week, the three of us? I can’t remember what your upcoming game sitch is like, sorry. Maybe PS214? Something good that’s not too fussy, but chill. Plus, they should have enough options for whatever your nutritionist wants you boys to try to stick to or options to totally cheat out on.

I’ve got some flex in my schedule for lunches, my later afternoons get to be what’s stickier.

You know they were having a team dinner, so you don’t expect a response right away, so you pull yourself together to wash up and get to bed. You wake up to a flurry of more texts the next morning, plans for lunch Monday their practice and a video clip of the two of them, which was utterly ridiculous and adorable at the same time. It eased your tensions just a touch, but lunch would be the kicker.

“There’s my favorite foodie,” Phil the manager says, hugging you immediately. “I was so happy to see your name on the reservations. Is this a work thing or a pleasure thing?”

“Little of both, I’ve got two possibly three of Dallas’ favorite hockey team joining me which is why I asked about the back-corner alcove,” you explain. “But I also want to taste some of the new things you’ve been floating both at the bar and on the menu. Nothing formal yet, but I’m thinking of trying to pull together something around new happy hour approaches.”

“I think one of your lunch companions just walked in,” Phil responds, as you catch someone walking towards the two of you from the corner of your eye. “I know him and his wife, they’ve been in a few times. Hey Jason, nice to see you.”

“Hey Phil, wasn’t sure if you’d be here, good to see you. You’ve met one half of my lunch date already?” he shakes Phil’s hand before reaching for yours.

“She and I run in the same circles, mutual friends, some projects that have crossed paths,” Phil adds. “We’re waiting on one more, yes?”

His phone trills, “It’s Segs, he’s parking now and apologized for being late. He had to let the pups out because his dog sitter couldn’t get there early today.”

“I was early, force of habit, so no worries,” you reply. “He’s going to be pretty much on time in the grand scheme. Plus, I got some actual work done talking to Phil before you got here, so it’s all good.”

“Jason, you best not be trying to steal her from me already,” Tyler claps his shoulder before setting his eyes on you. “You’ve got someone waiting for you at home.”

You can’t help but half roll your eyes and half chuckle, “Nice to officially meet you, Tyler.”

He reaches out, his hand easily dwarfs yours, “You too, Clementine.”

“If you are all ready, we’ve got the table you asked for set,” Phil nods to the right, into the dining room.

“You were mentioning your work when I came in?” Tyler questions as you all sit down.

“I guess you could say I’m a lifestyle writer, mostly food and drink but I’ve dabbled in some travel,” you say. “I started out with my own blog back when I was in college trying to figure out what I wanted to do with life and it kind of got a following from there. I refuse to say influencer, cause no I’m not. Not my schtick. Actual writing pays the bills, not sponsored Instagram or blog posts. I refused to let my baby No Fork become something tainted like that, I think why it became so successful.”

“Wait, wait. You’re A Girl With No Fork? Seriously, my wife is obsessed with your insta page and the blog,” Jason exclaims. “She’s going to lose her ish that I’m having lunch with you.”

“Still blogging but keeping that a little more separate now a days. There’s more bylines with Infatuation, Food and Wine, a good deal with some the local papers. I may have a piece end up with Bon Appetite if this pitch I’m working on comes to fruition,” you explain, taking a sip of what Phil just placed in front of you. “Trying to keep a little of that anonymity left to keep Fork as respected as it is. Your wife and I need to brunch at some point then.”

Phil comes by to ask about any allergies or dietary restrictions, the rest is up to him and the chef, and you know you’re all in good hands.

“So, a pretty girl with a unique name,” Tyler leads. “Feels like there’s probably a good story there.”

“I was a surprisingly early baby, literally my Mom went into labor at 35 weeks and in an orange grove. That was her craving when she was pregnant with me, a ton of citrus. Hence the name,” you smile. “It’s rare I hear anyone other than her use my full name anymore. Even my pen name for my byline on pieces uses my initials. Friends mostly call me C or Em.”

“No Emmy?” Tyler questions.

You shake your head, cheeks flushing. You’ve never allowed that by anyone; not that anyone has ever tried that out for size. It always felt to too special to you, wanting to hold on to that for the right person.

“Let me see these puppies that made you late,” you divert.

“Once you get him started on the three stooges, you cannot go back,” Jason rolls his eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you smile, making grabby hands for his phone. “Come on I know you’ve got a ton of photos and videos on there.”

“They’re definitely a handful, and not so much puppies anymore. Though Gerry would fight me on that, he’s the baby,” Tyler grins wide before pulling up a video of three dogs running around like crazy in what looks to be his backyard pool.

Lunch was more of the same, good food, good conversation and a bunch of joking around. Smart play by Jason to recommend it this way, he’s as much of a sweetheart as his texts made him out to be and helps ease some of the worries you had about Tyler. And Tyler, you found yourself gravitating to him a lot more than you thought you would. You all didn’t realize it until the shift change was happening how long you actually spent in the back booth. As you’re saying goodbye, hugs are passed around between the group of you this time.

“We’re keeping you around by the way,” Tyler whispers in your ear. “Welcome to the crew.”

You fall into a quirky but easy friendship with Tyler and Jason after that, eventually Jamie too once the boys drag him to one of your tasting outings. It evolves quickly from random texting to grabbing meals and drinks, hanging out after games, even meeting Tyler at the dog park to finally meet his trio of crazy pups during one of your crazy timed breaks in your schedule that matched up before he needed to get into his pre-game routine.

Gerry is running amok hopping around with a German Sheppard while Cash just wants Tyler to throw a stick for him to fetch repeatedly. Marshall, however, has taken residence with his head in your lap.

“I know your younger brothers are insane,” you coo, rubbing the chocolate lab’s ear as he nuzzles into your thigh. “I’m sorry I have to leave you with them in a few.”

“So soon?” Tyler asks, tossing Cash’s favorite stick a little father. “You like just got here. He also just doesn’t cuddle like that with anyone. Feel special, so you shouldn’t leave him either.”

“Only a quick break today. Deadlines looming and a bourbon tasting that need to get done if I’m meeting you guys later after the game,” you explain, fingers digging into Marshall’s fur again.

“At some point you do need to come to a game,” he sasses as Cash comes barreling into his legs, Gerry not far behind. “I know you’re a hockey fan, you can’t hide that Em.”

“Perhaps maybe,” you tease, rolling your eyes sticking your tongue out at him. “Ok Marsh, I’m sorry buddy but I gotta go.”

Marshall just slides his head further into your lap, while now Cash head butts your free hand as Gerry crashes into your legs.

“I’m so sorry boys, we’ll have another playdate soon I promise,” you call to them as you pet all their heads.

“Where’s my goodbye pets and love?” he cheekily leans his head towards you.

“Oh Ty,” rolling your eyes as you get up.

You lean in as you were going to kiss his cheek, but you just tweak his nose and flip his snapback off, “See you tonight superstar.”

Misty is thankfully behind the bar again tonight at Oak and Cork, except this time you’re in the middle of the crazy group instead of the far end of the bar.

“You hitting that yet?” Alex grins wiggling his eyebrows and nodding to where you’re leaning against the bar talking to Misty while she makes your drink.

Tyler shoves his teammate, “Dude.”

“First off, don’t be crass. Em is in the damn room. And that’s a no by the way,” Jason rolls his eyes at Alex after handing off glasses to the two of them. “He most definitely wants to; I think that she does too. They just won’t actually talk about it.”

“She sent you reckless slut shots, I think you can talk to her about fucking,” Alex replies, taking a pull from his drink.

“Emmy. She’s not just some random girl to dick and dump, Rads. Fucks sake,” he sighs, hand threading through his hair as he looks over in your direction where you’re talking with Jamie, Joe and his wife.

“Emmy, eh? That speaks volumes. Just ask her already,” Jason interjects. “We’re all tired of your crank ass. I’m going to find my better half.”

“He’s right,” Alex taps his glass against Tyler’s. “Go to her. Ask her. Kiss her. Less cranky, more goals, more fucking.”

Tyler shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink in one go. He snags a bottle of beer from one of the buckets left out on the bar for the group before he looks for somewhere to take a breather. You catch him stalking off to the patio, amber glass clenched in his hand with his brows knitted together.

“He ok?” you ask Jamie, pointing towards the door where Tyler’s walking through.

“That’s not a good Tyler face,” he sighs. “I should…”

“No, stay. I’ll go check,” you interrupt, polishing off your martini to head outside.

“Hard to have congratulatory drinks when the first star of the game is hiding out on the patio,” you call out.

He shrugs, not turning around at first but you can see the tension across his shoulders even through his dress shirt. You take a couple steps out towards him.

“Hey, come on. Can’t be that bad. Right? Nothing’s wrong with the pups? Your family?” you tread carefully not knowing what could have happened between the dog park and that moment.

He turns around slowly, not looking up at first.

“Tyler, what’s going on?” your concern lacing through your voice clearly.

“I still think about that night here, you know?” he starts, placing his bottle on the railing next to him before leaning back against it. “I was intrigued, girl at a bar alone on a Friday night. Gorgeous one at that. She kind of saw right through me but dished it back unexpectedly and pretty well. Then, then that damn chaperoned lunch. Kind of just rolled from there.”

“Ty, what are you saying?” you need to make sure where he’s going with this.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, it’s exhilarating and unnerving,” he fights out, coming off the railing. “I still think about kissing you, wanting that, all the damn time.”

“Tyler,” you begin, trying to move closer.

“Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Tyler fights out, hands flexing at his side but looking you straight in the eye.

You can see the clench of his jaw clearly from there, the fire he’s holding back in his eyes. Your breath catches, your heart skips and your stomach flips.

“What if I’m ok with that?” you whisper, slipping an inch closer.

“I need you to be sure, Clementine,” he looks at you carefully, pupils flicking wider.

“Clementine? Really Tyler?” you try to tease to lighten the thick air around the two of you.

“Emmy,” he exhales deeply. “Don’t. Please, not tonight. Not now.”

You nod once he opens his eyes, stepping closer.

“Use your words, Emmy,” he murmurs, one hand grasping your hip while the other comes to cup your cheek, thumb trailing across your skin. “I need to hear you say it, babygirl.”

You’re distracted for a moment, having him that close. His words swirl around your head, your senses are slightly overwhelmed by him. His cologne lingers in your nose and makes your eyes flutter.

“You don’t need to placate me though, I’m a big boy,” he says softly. “Friends is better than nothing.”

“I wouldn’t,” you jump in carefully. “It’s why I waited, why I’m saying yes now to you Ty.”

Tyler pulls you forward and claims your mouth. His tongue wicked, swiping at yours. Your hands slip up behind his neck with fingers tangling in his hair at the nape. You lose sense of time, all you can do is sink further into the kiss, and into him, until you’re out of breath.

“You taste like those damn orange martinis you love. I like it,” he sighs, knuckle trailing against your cheek. “I’ve never felt possessive, but fuck. The thought of anyone else sipping your sugar after that makes me see red, Emmy.”

“Is that the ass backwards Tyler way of asking me out?” you tease, popping up on your toes to nip at his bottom lip.

He surges forward and knocks the breath out of you with another bruising kiss.

“Come to my game tomorrow, wear my jersey. Let me show you off properly, let me take you home after, breakfast with the dogs on the patio in the morning,” he asks, this time his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “And the game after that and the next one after that, the next weeks and months ahead. Let me show you that I’m not that reckless slut you may think I am. You make me not want to be.”

You smile, nodding and pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.

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Lost Time {19}

Summary: It’s been four years since Azriel ran away from Velaris and left behind everyone he ever loved — including the girl left standing at the altar. Now, he’s back home, but can he try and pick up the broken pieces of his life, or has there been too much lost time?

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Elain had made it her mission to give Nesta the best party of her life. She had no idea how many people would actually end up showing up, but Nesta would definitely be feeling the love.

Her house was decorated to perfection. She had spent the entire morning cooking and baking, and her entire kitchen was loaded up with goodies, which is where she found Azriel, his mouth full of a chocolate cupcake.

When Elain came around the corner, he looked like a child who had been caught doing something his mother had told him specifically not to do.

“Hi,” he said, his mouth full, words muttered. “You look beautiful.”

“And you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and wiping chocolate icing off his face, “were told to wait until after the guests got here.”

He grabbed her hand and sucked the excess chocolate off her finger but ignored the fire it ignited in her eyes, knowing they didn’t have time to play before everyone arrived. He knew Elain would have washed the icing from her hand, since even the smell of chocolate made her slightly nauseous these days. He couldn’t let that go to waste. “They needed to be taste tested.”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “You’re worse than your son.”

As if on cue, Donovan ran in, dressed in his jeans and plaid shirt, nearly identical to Azriel, and asked, “Mama, can I have some of celery, please?

Azriel raised a dark brow. “Are we sure he’s mine?”

Elain snorted and put a few pieces of celery and a glob of peanut butter on a small plate. “Trust me, your terrible eating habits are nearly the only thing he didn’t inherit from you.”

Novan took the plate and sat down at the table. “Yeah, daddy, terrible eating habits.”

The way he said habits had Elain laughing. Meanwhile, Azriel looked highly offended.

The front door was pushed open and Nesta’s voice fluttered through the house. “El, this is beautiful!”

She came around the corner to the living room to find Nesta, teary-eyed, and Cassian standing behind her, shaking his head.

“I told you to get here after all the other guests,” Elain chuckled, looking pointedly at Cassian.

Cassian rolled his eyes. “She couldn’t wait, and she overpowers me.”

Elain sighed and was about to say something when small feet ran from the kitchen. “Uncle Cass!”

“Hey, bud,” he smiled, scooping him up. “You clean up nice.” The compliment was lost on the four-year-old as he replied, “Thank you, I took a bath this morning.”

After a breathy chuckle, Cassian set him down and he hurried over to his aunt. He gently hugged her belly. “Hi, Aunt Nesta. Hi, baby.”

With a fond smile, Nesta ruffled his hair. “Hey, bud. You look nice,” she said, throwing a glance at Cassian, especially when Donvan beamed up at her.

“Thank you! Look!” He ran over to where Azriel had just entered the living room. “Me and daddy are twins!”

The word had Azriel’s eyes finding Elain’s and he smiled softly before picking his son up. When he saw Elain getting misty-eyed, he turned the conversation to the couple before him again. “Did you figure out how to announce the gender yet?

Nesta’s eyes hardened and she turned to glare at Cassian. “I don’t know, Cass, have you decided how to tell your fiancée what we’re having?”

Elain spun and looked at him. “You peeked?”

He was biting his lip. “I peeked.”

“He peeked!” Nesta cried, crossing her arms over her stomach. “And now he won’t tell me. Or anyone, so don’t you dare ask.” She pointed at both Azriel and Elain.

Elain was gaping, and Azriel was just shaking his head. “That’s cruel, taunting a pregnant woman with information she wants to know.”

“She said she didn’t want to know,” Cassian said, defending himself. “Until I knew, of course.”

His grin only widened as Nesta groaned. “He’s a complete a-.” Her words dropped off as she looked down at Novan. “Meanie,” she finished, after a moment.

Elain shot her a grateful look and said, “Well, you, sit down and relax.” She pointed to the couch and Nesta wisely did as she was told. She turned to Azriel, “Would you mind taking some pictures of…” She trailed off and gestured around the house. “I’m, just, sort of proud of it.”

“You should be,” Azriel said, kissing the top of her head. “Everything looks amazing. Of course I will.” She smiled up at him and he kissed her before turning to Donovan and saying, “I’ll need my assistant though, where’s your camera, bud?”

“In my room!” He was off, running up the stairs on all fours.

Azriel chuckled and followed him.

Finally, Elain pointed at Cassian, “You, follow me, I need to ask you a question.”

His eyebrows rose but he did as she said, following him into the kitchen. Nesta called, “You better not tell her!”

Shaking her head, Elain said, “As much as I’d love to grill you about my niece or nephew, that’s not what I need to ask.”

“Okay,” Cass said, leaning against the counter, eating the last remaining celery stick from Novan’s snack. “What’s up, Lainey?”

“Azriel’s ex came to see me at the shop yesterday,” she admitted.

Cassian’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Ianthe did?” Elain nodded, gnawing on her lip. He chewed slowly. “She’s got some balls.”

“She didn’t tell me who she was, but that almost unsettles me more,” she admitted. “It made it feel more like a threat than a social visit…”

Cassian was quiet for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I never met her, but from what Az has mentioned, she does seem pretty...unhinged.”

The look on Elain’s face fell even more. “You don’t think she’s dangerous…do you?”

Cassian hesitated, and it was all Elain needed to form an answer. “I couldn’t sleep last night, Cass. She left me so unnerved that I… I don’t know. I’m paranoid.”

“We already told Az that there’s nothing we can do unless she makes a move,” Cassian said, his voice low. “But, if you’re feeling unsafe, I’ll be sure to have someone hang around here throughout their night patrol. Alright?”

Elain nodded, but grabbed his wrist as he went to turn back toward the living room. “I don’t want Az worrying because I’m paranoid. You know? Because it’s probably nothing. So, just…keep this between us, yeah?”

Cassian frowned, but he nodded, nonetheless.

It wasn’t long after that guest after guest began to arrive and she heard the telltale sounds of merriment in her living room as they all greeted Nesta. The back door opened and Rhys appeared, carrying a massive tray of cupcakes.

“Fridge?” He asked, inclining his head towards.

Elain shook her head and told him to go ahead and take them into the living room, with the rest of the food. She heard steps on the wooden stairs and then Feyre appeared, carrying Lila.

“Hi! I’m sorry we’re late!” She hugged her sister and said, “Everything looks so good!”

Elain scratched behind the pup’s ear, earning her a happy bark and many attempted, sloppy kisses to the back of her hand. She chuckled and went to the sink to wash her hands before going back to chopping up more veggies.

Excited, little footsteps headed towards them. Donovan appeared and his eyes were as big as his grin. “Lila!”

Feyre smiled and put the pup down, who ran straight to her “cousin”, hopping and ready to play.

“Aunt Feyre, I took some really good pictures of Aunt Nesta’s party. I should take some of Lila,” he announced.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Feyre beamed, kissing the top of her nephew’s head. “Show me your favorite one and I’ll get it framed and hang it on my wall at home. Sounds good?”

Novan’s eyes lit up. “Yes! C’mon Lila!”

He excitedly disappeared around the corner, Lila just behind him.

“They make a good team,” Elain said, as she watched them go, fondly. “Don’t blink, Novan will try to hide her here so that you won’t take her back home.”

Feyre chuckled. “Oh, good, maybe he can potty train her, too.”

Elain laughed and closed her eyes, resting a hand on her stomach. She sighed dramatically. “Oh god, I’m going to have to go through potty training all over again.”

Feyre chuckled and said, “At least you have Az to clean up the bad ones this time.”

Elain tossed her head back and laughed. “Thank the Cauldron.”

Feyre helped her carry the veggie tray into the living room and Elain began playing host. She kept catching Azriel’s eye from across the room. The smile on his face, the secret the two of them kept, had Elain’s heart so full, she had to look away before her own smile was too telling to those around them. She kept checking on everyone, asking if they needed anything, until she felt slim fingers wrap around her wrist and tug her down on the couch.

Nesta said, “Sit with me. You’ve done more than enough today.”

Elain just rolled her eyes. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you’re pregnant, and I am also pregnant, which means I know you’re exhausted,” Nesta said, laughing quietly. “Please? We’ll do gifts or something.”

Elain looked around hesitantly, but eventually sighed. “Okay, alright. Az?” She caught his eye across the room, where he had Novan on his shoulders and Lila propped up on his legs, wagging her tail. “Mind helping hand gifts?”

His smile was soft. “Of course.”

Elain got the room hushed down as she begrudgingly took a seat next to Nesta on the couch, Feyre on her other side with a notepad, ready to keep track of gifts for thank you notes.

One by one, Azriel gave gifts to Novan, who brought them to Nesta. Elain’s heart was so full. Her entire family there with her, Nesta happy and nearing the end of her pregnancy.

After Nesta had opened an entire nursery worth of gifts and had cried an insane amount, most of the guests had left and everyone was relaxing. The three sisters were sitting on the couch, discussing nursery colors when Cassian brought the three of them each a cupcake. Feyre immediately unwrapped hers and took a bite, as did Elain. Nesta just continued to explain the theme of the nursery they’d begun a few days before.

“Nes,” Cassian laughed, interrupting her as she debated the merits of having the changing table by the door or by the crib and she looked at him.

She asked, “What?”

He shook his head. “Eat your cupcake.”

“Not right now, I’m not hungry,” she said, turning back to her sisters.

“Take a bite of your damn cupcake, woman,” he chuckled.

She glared at him and unwrapped the cupcake without looking at him, and took a bite. Mouth still full, she asked, “Happy?”

He was shaking his head and laughing and Elain realized she heard a camera shutter just as Donovan asked, “Why does Aunt Nesta get a pink cupcake?”

Nesta froze, her eyes slowly trailing down to the cupcake in her hand as she swallowed the food in her mouth. Sure enough, the inside of her cupcake was pink.

“It’s pink,” she breathed, looking up to meet Cassian’s humored gaze.

He nodded, his smile widening. “It’s pink.”

A joyful sob left her mouth as she stood and made her way across the few feet of space that led her to her fiancé. She wrapped her arms around him as Miryam lifted Novan in the air and spun him around, making him giggle.

Elain found Azriel’s gaze from the other side of the almost-parents and smiled, softly.

“A girl,” Nesta cried.

“A girl,” Cassian agreed, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

Elain, pregnant and emotional, reached for a tissue on the side table. On the other side of the room, Novan tugged on Azriel’s hand. “Aunt Nes is having a girl baby?”

Azriel picked him up and stepped off to the side. Miryam was hugging Cassian, who had never looked more proud. “She is, buddy.” He frowned and crossed his arms, and Azriel couldn’t help but chuckle. “What is it?”

“I can’t play with a girl baby,” he pouted. “I wanted it to be a boy.”

Azriel smiles and kissed the top of his head. “I’m sure you did, but I promise having a girl cousin will be fun, too.”

He nodded, but the frown and subsequent line between his brows stayed. They watched the scene unfolding before them and Donovan rested his head on Azriel’s shoulder as he yawned.

“Looks like it’s just about nap time for somebody,” he said, singing the words.

Donovan shook his head, but asked, “When is she going to be here?”

He explained, “It’ll be a little bit longer. She’s not ready to come out yet.”

Nodding, he yawned and asked, “Will she be here before or after mama’s baby?”

He gently swayed, saying, “Before. Mama’s baby will be here around Halloween.”

“Spooky baby,” he mumbled and Azriel chuckled.

He repeated, “Spooky baby.”

After one more yawn, he asked, “Can mama have a boy, please?”

Azriel chuckled as he started with Novan up the stairs. “That’s kind of out of our control, buddy.”

“Why?” He asked, quietly, his eyes starting to close on Azriel’s shoulder.

Azriel sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain the ways of the world to a four year old. Getting him to understand that babies grow in mommies tummies without getting too detailed was difficult enough. “Just because,” he said, at last.

Thankfully, he had taken long enough to reply, because Donovan was too sleepy to reply. His little arms had snaked around Azriel’s neck as they walked to his bedroom, and Azriel didn’t bother with more comfortable clothes as he laid Novan down and tucked him in. He was asleep before Azriel even left the room, softly shutting the door behind him.

—————

It had been a week since the Ianthe incident when Azriel got a call from an old friend in the photography business. The conversation was innocent enough, a discussion on different lenses and the best location for a subject in front of the sun.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later, thanks, man,” she’d said before hanging up. “Oh, and by the way, congrats. I’ve heard you have a kid on the way. That’s awesome.”

He chuckled and said, “Thanks. Yeah, it was kind of a shock.”

He and Elain had been walking on air the past few days. They were having a family dinner tonight, after Elain went to her check up. She was a couple days shy of sixteen weeks and the family knew there would be new ultrasound pictures to ogle over.

“Yeah, to all of us, too,” Nuala had said. “We didn’t even think you and Ianthe were still together.”

It was a good thing Azriel wasn’t driving or he would have crashed without a doubt. Nuala said something else, but Azriel interrupted her and asked, “Did you say Ianthe?”

“Yeah, it’s all over her Facebook.” He could hear the unease in his friend's voice. “Why?”

“I gotta go, Nu,” he said, breathlessly, not waiting for her reply before hanging up and opening the browser on his laptop. A quick search had him on her page and all he could do was stare.

She had an ultrasound picture as her cover photo. Elain’s ultrasound photo.

He stared in shock, unable to process what he was seeing. He grew nauseous, and purely panicked. Aside from wondering how the hell Ianthe got those pictures, he wondered what other lies she was spewing across social media.

He scrolled down, each post making his heart beat faster and the need to puke stronger.

Every day, she had updated her status, sharing with the world her journey to motherhood.

Azriel was calling Rhysand before he could think twice.

“Hey, I’m about to head into a meeting-.”

“Ianthe is making the world believe that she's pregnant with my kid.” The words rushed out of Azriel, and he didn’t take a breath as he continued, “She somehow got Elain’s ultrasound pictures and is posting them all over the internet.”

Azriel was greeted with silence, then a low, “Fuck.”

He could hear the typing of Rhysand’s keyboard and then a low whistle. “Elain at work?”

“Yeah, I just talked to her not long ago, everything was fine. She hasn’t mentioned seeing Ianthe again. Neither have I.”

The clicking of his keyboard continued and he said, “I’ve reported the posts, but you know as well as I do that she can just repost them. I can write out a cease-and-desist letter if you want, but-.”

Azriel was shaking his head, regardless of the fact that his brother couldn’t see it. “No, that’s exactly what she wants. She wants to know she’s getting a rise out of me.”

Rhys sighed and said, “I know.”

“Don’t tell Elain about this, please.”

The line was silent for a minute and Rhysand finally started, “Az-.”

“No, promise me you won’t tell her,” he said, interrupting him. “She’s already freaked out as it is, even though she doesn’t want me to know. I can see it. She’s barely been sleeping, and in her condition…” Azriel sighed and let his head hang. “I’ll handle it, I’ll deal with Ianthe. Just don’t mention this to Elain or Feyre.”

Rhysand groaned, and even though he didn’t approve of the request, he said, “Fine. Let me know if Ianthe tries anything else.”

Azriel stared back at the ultrasound picture on the model’s profile as he said, “I will. Thanks.”

Rhysand hung up and Azriel’s nerves went haywire. He was caught between the thought of wanting to track down Ianthe and shake some sense into her and wanting to go to Elain to make sure Ianthe didn’t make anymore appearances. If he tracked down Ianthe, though, she would know her plan was working, which would only inspire her more. And if he went to Elain, she would only grow more nervous and paranoid, which wasn’t good for her or the life inside of her.

Azriel needed a drink.

Or a smoke.

Or to pack up his family and take a vacation.

Currently, none of those were an option. He glanced over his shoulder to where Donovan had fallen asleep on the couch watching Power Rangers. It was close enough to his nap time that Azriel hadn’t bothered to wake him, just letting his son get some much needed sleep. He smiled softly, and turned back to his laptop, closing Ianthe’s profile and turning his attention back to the photo editor he’d been using.

True to his word, Donovan had taken tons of pictures of Lila, around three hundred to be exact. Most were of a vague black blur surrounded by rich hardwood or soft grass, but there were a few that actually turned out that he could work with.

Azriel wanted the best for his son, he wanted him to know that he could do anything he dreamed of, even at four-years-old.

An hour later, he had three images edited to perfection, ready to print.

He woke up a sleepy Novan and packed him up in the truck, heading to a local print shop. It just happened to be across the square from the antique shop. After handing the printer a thumb drive, they told him the prints would be ready in a little under an hour, right about the time they’d be leaving for Miryam’s for a family dinner.

Donovan was a ball of excitement, so ready to see his first job, he continually called it.

Leaving the shop, Azriel eyed the antique shop’s store front. “Want to go see mama while we wait?”

“Yes!” He replied, without any hesitation.

Azriel took his hand and they crossed the street, Novan a rested ball of energy. The moment the door opened and the bell chimed, Novan was yelling, “Mama!”

Elain came around the corner, a hand on her stomach as Novan ran toward her and threw his little arms around her waist. She raised her brows, laughing as she looked up at Azriel. “My two favorite boys, what a nice surprise!”

“Me and daddy are getting pictures made,” Novan said, smiling brightly. “One for Aunt Feyre, and one for our house!”

“Is that so?” Elain asked, impressed. “Well, I can’t wait to see them.”

Azriel had just reached her, moving much slower than his toddler. When he kissed his wife, softly, Novan was covering his eyes. “Gross.”

Azriel snorted as he ruffled Novan’s hair. He looked at Elain, letting his fingers dance over her belly. “How did everything go today?”

She chuckled and ran a loving hand over her stomach. “It’s definitely getting cramped in there, that’s for sure. But all good. I go back in two weeks.”

Azriel released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “Good. I’ll be there this time, I promise.” He kissed her again. “When can you close up? The prints will be done around five-thirty and I figured we could all ride to mom’s in one car, rather than two.”

She chuckled and looking down at her son, who was resting his chin on her growing stomach, gazing up at her. She picked him up, seeing the look on Azriel’s face, and shot him one that said I dare you to say something. He, wisely, did not.

Elain turned and headed back to the office. “I just finished up with inventory. I need to touch up this piece and then we can head out. But can you do me a favor, please?”

She sat Donovan down and he ran off to play around the store, before she turned to Az.

“Of course,” he said, leaning against the doorway.

She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. “Please go get me a decaf coffee. I know I can’t have caffeine, but I think I can trick my body into thinking it’s getting it.”

Azriel chuckled, softly, and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Of course. Novan, you wanna come with me or stay with mama?”

“Stay with mama!” He was currently sitting upside down in a refurbished chair, so Azriel wasn’t going to argue with that.

“Okay,” he breathed, smiling at Elain. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, watching him go as he made his way back through the shop. There was a little coffee house just across the street, and after looking both ways, he hurried across the pavement, onto the sidewalk, and through the double doors. A cool blast of air hit him as he stood in line, waiting to order a simple large, decaf coffee.

The thought of Elain tricking her own self into drinking something with caffeine had him laughing where he stood. Gods, he loved that woman.

He ordered a coffee for himself, a frozen hot chocolate for Novan and Elain’s decaf and stepped to the side. He was scrolling through his emails when he froze.

“Funny. You never drank decaf before.”

Her voice had him on red alert and he’d spun to face her before she’d even finished speaking.

Her turquoise eyes sparkled as she cooed, “Hi, Azzie. Did you miss me?”

He couldn’t speak, didn’t know how to speak as he took in Ianthe standing in front of him. And how she was cradling her stomach.

Snapping out of it, he grabbed her by the wrist, not nearly as gentle as he should have, seeing as they were in public, and dragged her to the corner. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Her face was the picture of innocence. “What do you mean?”

“This!” He said, his voice raising slightly. “All of this. Coming to Velaris, scaring the shit out of my wife, pretending you’re having my baby? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He had the vague notion of someone calling his name, knew that his order was ready and he should leave, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

She was smiling and that was the scariest part of it all.

“Leave my family alone,” he seethed, finally dropping her wrist. He backed up toward the counter. “Don’t talk to me or my wife, and don’t you dare think about doing anything to my kids. Go home, Ianthe.”

She said nothing as he backed away, but that sly smile on her lips remained.

It sent chills down his spine.

He forced himself to turn away, forced himself to take the drinks off the counter, and forced himself not to look back at her as he exited the shop. Everything felt wrong, every last ounce of comfort he had been clinging to have vanished.

She was crazy.

Actually insane.

And he knew for a fact that his words had meant nothing to her.

Azriel tried to look calm as he re-entered the antique store, finding Novan bouncing up and down as Elain painted an old vanity.

“Decaf for my wife, and chocolatey goodness for little man,” Azriel announced, forcing himself to sound chipper.

Novan was instantly on his feet, reaching for his drink with a thank you, daddy.

Elain took the coffee and put it to her lips, scalding hot or not, and murmured, “This will give me energy. This will give me energy. This will give me energy.”

Az chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before heading into her office and sitting down at her desk. He dropped his head in his hands and sighed. He knew he needed to tell Elain, but now was not the time. He’d tell her tonight, when they got home, after Donovan was asleep, after spending the evening with their family.

His phone rang, and it snapped him out of the downward spiral his thoughts were taking. After answering and finding out the prints were finished, he took a deep breath and made his way back into the store front.

He pressed a kiss to Elain’s head and said, “I’m going across the street to grab his pictures. Want to finish up and pick me up over there?”

She nodded and asked, “You want to leave your truck here and take my car?”

“It’ll save room at mom’s,” he said and nodded.

“Okay, give me five minutes.” She stood and kissed him and he was on his way.

He took Donovan’s hand and brought him with him across the street to pick up the prints. When Elain pulled up just over five minutes later, Azriel and Novan were sitting together on a bench outside of the storefront, looking at the two massive prints of Lila they had ordered.

Novan’s joyous laughter as he took in his work was a sound that Azriel would remember for the rest of his life.

“I’ll bring them to get them framed and then we’ll hang it up, okay?”

Novan nodded, excitedly. “Can we give Aunt Feyre hers at Meme’s? I really, really want to!”

Azriel laughed as Elain rolled down the window. “Of course.”

“Mama!” Novan yelled, jumping up from the bench and pointed at the print in Azriel’s hands. “Look! My picture!”

Elain’s reaction was equivalent to someone admiring an ancient, prized masterpiece, which had Novan beaming.

Once they were in the car, Novan was going on and on about his picture, about how Aunt Feyre was going to love it, and how he was a photographer just like his daddy. Azriel thought his heart was going to burst.

“Can I see them?” He asked, and Elain smiled as she handed Azriel the two small, black and white images. He gazed at them, finally able to see a baby in each the pictures, rather than just a blurry blob. He didn’t realize he was crying until Elain took his hand over the middle console. He cleared his throat and whispered, “Wow.”

He couldn’t think of any other words to explain what he was looking at, how happy he was. Elain agreed, though, smiling and glancing at him. “Wow.”

Pulling into the driveway, Novan was bouncing in his seat, begging Azriel to get him out as soon as Elain had parked the car. After safely tucking the ultrasounds away in Elain’s purse, he did just that and Donovan was up the stairs and in the house before Az and Elain had time to laugh. He started for the porch step, but Elain grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” She asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You seem off, baby.”

He’d tried his hardest to act normal, not to let Ianthe’s appearance affect him, but Elain knew him inside and out. She knew him better than he knew himself, so of course, she’d notice.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he said, “I’m fine. Just…got a lot on my mind.”

She nodded, completely understanding. “Well, come on. Let’s take some time to not think about anything but our family.”

His smile was genuine when he took her hand in his and led him up the stairs, and into the backdoor. They were all there, already, everyone circled around Novan, praising his camera skills and the picture of Lila.

“I’m going to hang mine right in the entryway so that everyone who comes to my house will see it the moment they walk through the door,” Feyre promised.

“It’s just what we needed,” Rhysand agreed, with a wink.

“Now I’m a photographer, like daddy,” Novan said, turning to smile at his parents.

“Yes you are,” Miryam promised, as she wrapped Azriel into a hug, then Elain. “Everybody hungry? The tables all set and ready.”

“Yes, please,” Elain said, sighing as she rubbed a hand over her stomach.

“Before we eat, though, I need to see the new pictures!” Feyre called, Nesta agreeing as they went into the dining room.

Elain laughed as she pulled the little envelope out of her purse and set the bag on the counter before wrapping an arm around Azriel’s waist and walking with him through the threshold of the dining room.

She handed one of the pictures to Miryam and the other to Feyre and then stepped back to wait with Azriel. Rhys asked, “No gender yet?”

She shook her head. “We’re waiting until twenty weeks. I’m not dealing with another color swap fiasco.”

Elain’s very first nurse had jumped the gun and told her Donovan was going to be a girl. Naturally, so did Feyre and Nesta, and Elain had a nursery full of frilly, pink sparkles.

And then a month later, she’d found out she was having a boy.

Feyre handed the ultrasound to Nesta, who was already crying, and she looked at it with a hand over her mouth.

Cassian chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head and looked at the ultrasound in her hand and then to the one Miryam had just handed him. His eyes narrowed and he looked back and forth between the two.

“Wait,” he began, scooting closer to Nesta. “Why does mine say baby B, and hers says baby A?”

All conversation stopped as everyone looked to Cassian, where he was still looking back and forth between the two pictures. Nesta’s mouth had fallen open, Miryam’s hands had flown up to cover her mouth, but it was Feyre who was smiling brightly up at Elain, whispering, “Twins?”

Elain fell into Azriel’s side, her laughter contagious as she announced, “We’re having twins.”

“Twins?” Novan repeated, as everyone around him celebrated. “What’s twins?”

Miryam picked him up and sat him in her lap as Cassian handed her the two ultrasound images. Nesta was already crying with Elain in her arms and Feyre was hugging Azriel. Miryam set the two images on the table and said, “These are two different babies, but they’re both in mama’s tummy.”

His eyes went wide, “I get two babies?”

He’d begun to refer to the baby as his baby, and Elain thought her heart would explode every time.

“You get two babies, buddy,” she said, tears shimmering on her face.

Novan’s awed expression turned into utter excitement. “Two babies! Two brothers!”

Azriel hesitated, but Elain just laughed. “We’ll have to see, buddy. We don’t know if it’s brothers or sisters yet in there.”

Novan was quick on his feet, standing in front of Elain and pressing his cheek to her belly. “Please, someone in there be a brother.”

Everyone laughed, but Elain just ruffled his dark, messy hair. “Even if they’re both sisters, you’re going to be a good big brother to these two babies, buddy.”

He looked up at his parents and smiled. “I’ll be the best big brother in the world.”

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ABO (A) Lumberjack Kirishima Eijiro x (O) Teacher Reader Battling With Time (Chapter One)

Word count: 1957

Warnings: None

Title: ABO (A) Lumberjack Kirishima Eijiro x (O) Teacher Reader Battling With Time (Chapter One)

Summary: You visit your cousin when she gets married. You come across a shark-toothed Alpha that makes you want to stay.

🦈-You were in town because your cousin was getting bonded. They were like your other half so of course, you traveled from the North to the South to see her bond with her mate.

🦈-You honestly didn’t expect things to go so well with her Alpha. When she mentioned considering being a mail order bride you thought she was insane. You finally met her mate and he couldn’t be a better Alpha.

🦈-You were happy for her.

🦈-The ceremony was a small family gathering so you didn’t get to see any of the townspeople. From the ones you did see walking around the town, they seemed nice. You lived in a big city so the small town of quietness was refreshing.

🦈-You had just finished attending college for your teaching degree. You had applied for a position at a prestigious all-girls academy before you left. You planned on spending a week here to visit your relative a bit more.

🦈-You arrived four days before the wedding and you enjoyed laughing and talking with her like old times. You wrote letters to each other but it wasn’t the same. The bonding ceremony happened on a Wednesday so straight after you were left caring for her house while her mate and she went on their honeymoon.

🦈-Today was your first-night alone so you thought you would treat yourself and eat at the one restaurant they had in town. The bonding party had eaten there after the ceremony so you knew the food was amazing.

🦈-You now sat down at a table and waited for your food. You had ordered mushroom ravioli and you couldn’t wait to try it. The plump older lady who ran the place was a sweetheart. You felt warm in her presence.

🦈-You felt calm sitting by yourself in the big room.

🦈-You weren’t the only one here for dinner. A few families occupied a few places. Their blonde children filling the room with laughs and giggles. You thought the father would get after them but to your surprise, he went along with their antics.

🦈-When they started throwing bread at each other he did settle them down though.

🦈-While viewing the family you noticed a redheaded male walk up and greet everyone. Your table was a bit away from them but you still noticed his unusual pointed teeth.

🦈-You didn’t know what to think of them. They were a bit scary looking but his wide smile made them less intimidating. You didn’t have much time to think about it before your food came to the table.

🦈-You gave the person a smile and thank you before setting your napkin on your lap and grabbing your utensils.

🦈-You didn’t know that a certain Alpha caught your soft voice from across the room. He looked up from Bakugo’s giggling child and his eyes met your frame sitting alone at a table.

🦈-He was instantly put under a spell.

🦈-He couldn’t see much of you but just from the small part, he was seeing he loved every inch of you. Your hair looked soft under the light and the crimson gown you were wearing drew him in even more.

🦈-He almost choked in his tongue. He hadn’t seen you before. Where you just passing through? The thought of never getting to talk to you or see you again made his Alpha whimper.

🦈-“Who is that Omega over there?” He questioned his friend, tilting his head in your direction.

🦈-Bakugo turned his head and looked eyeing the Omega. His mate also did the same after she was finished cutting up her pup’s plates.

🦈-“I don’t know. I don’t get much time to come into town.” Bakugo said, turning back to his friend.

🦈-“I think of the Omega who works at the bakery just got bonded. I think she mentioned something about some of her family coming in for the ceremony.” His mate explained, rubbing her belly.

🦈-“I would know. I have been there three times a week picking up their cinnamon rolls. It seems every time I am with a pup I crave cinnamon. I wonder why.” She pondered, patting her stomach.

🦈-“When the pup is born I would be more than happy to take the kids for a bit so you can get some rest and bond with the new pup.” He said, a smile blooming on his face.

🦈-“Thank you, Kiri.” She beamed, reaching up to pat his arm.

🦈-“No problem.” He grinned, eyeing the little munchkins messily eating their dinner.

🦈-He was about to say something else and he heard a chirp coming in your direction. He quickly snapped his head up. His Alpha pushing forward. What happened?

🦈-He saw you quickly look around trying to reassure the people around you were fine. He said goodbye to his best friend and his mate before walking in your direction.

🦈-He wanted to make sure for himself that you were okay. It wasn’t because he wanted to hear your angelic voice again. He was nervous as he walked closer to where you were sitting.

🦈-What if he came off as too intimidating? He knew some Omegas feared him a bit because of his big muscles and shark-like teeth. He hadn’t had much interaction with them because of them.

🦈-You must have heard his footsteps since you turned around and your eyes met his. He knew he was a goner.

🦈-“Hello. I was just wondering if you were okay?” He tried not to stammer. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest.

🦈-His Alpha wanted to coo at blush creeping on your cheeks.

🦈-“Oh, I’m fine. I was just a little too enthusiastic digging into my meal. I burned my tongue.” You explained, laughing a bit at the situation.

🦈-“Oh, I can understand that. I come in here all week for dinner. I love the pot roast they have. I have burned myself nearly a thousand times trying to eat when it only just came off the stove.” He laughed along with you, hoping to come off as less intimidating.

🦈-It didn’t work. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his teeth.

🦈-He brought a hand up to cover them.

🦈-“I’m sorry if they freak you out. I know they are a bit odd.” He mumbled from behind his hand. His mood lowering a bit. His Alpha whimpering at the thought of you being afraid of him.

🦈-“Not at all. I think they are interesting.” You commented, smiling up at him.

🦈-You notice his change in demeanor. Your Omega wanted to comfort him right away.

🦈-“I bet you don’t have to worry about choking anytime soon.” You joked, hoping he didn’t get offended.

🦈-Kiri instantly tried not to blush at the soft smile you sent his way. An Omega who wasn’t afraid of him. His Alpha all but howled in joy. He was quick to give you a wide smile as well.

🦈-“I suppose that is a good way to look at it. I noticed you were sitting by yourself. Would it be okay if I joined?” He asked, eyeing the seat across from you. As much as he wanted to enjoy dinner with you he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to find his own table if you didn’t feel comfortable.

🦈-“Sure. I could use the company.” You agreed, your heart picking up at the thought of him sitting just a few feet away from you.

🦈-He was quick to sit down. Once he ordered his meal it was pretty much smooth sailing from there. You both laughed and talked. The conversation flowed endlessly.

🦈-“So what are you doing in town?” He questioned, cutting up his roast with his knife.

🦈-“I was here for my cousin’s bonding ceremony. They are on their honeymoon now so I am watching their house while they are away.” You replied, sipping your drink.

🦈-Your plate had already been cleared of food.

🦈-“Oh, that’s nice of you.” He complimented, chewing a bite of his roast.

🦈-“Yeah. They are gonna be gone for the week so I can only watch it for a few days before I had to head back home.” You responded, shifting in your chair. Your Omega didn’t like the idea of leaving this sweet Alpha behind.

🦈-“Oh.” He said, his mood dropped a bit at your statement.

🦈-Before he could fully absorb your news a sweet waitress named Mable came to the table. Picking up your empty plate she turned to Kirishima.

🦈-“How is it going, Jack?” She asked, leaning against the table.

🦈-“Jack?” You lifted a brow at him.

🦈-“I’m a lumberjack.” He informed before turning his attention to Mable.

🦈-“I’m doing good. We have got a lot of orders coming in so I have practically spent more time surrounded by trees than people.” He responded, giving her a small smile.

🦈-“Oh well, it is good to hear business is doing well.”

🦈-“Yeah, it is.” He replied.

🦈-“Have you heard about Maybelle? Your neighbor?” She asked, eager to share some gossip.

🦈-“No? Is she okay? I have been meaning to go over there to fix a few things. I think she said one of her cabinet doors fell off.” He said, tilting his head up.

🦈-“Well, I heard some kids were roughhousing on the stairs when school was dismissed and she fell down them trying to break it up. I swear kids these days don’t know how to behave.” She informed, holding her hand to her chest.

🦈-“What? Is she okay?” He worried, sit up straight in his chair.

🦈-“Yeah. She only ended up with a bruised hip and a sprained wrist. Her mate was worrying up a storm.” She replied.

🦈-“I will have to go see her soon then.” He added, upset over the news.

🦈- “Now we are down a teacher and we can’t find anyone to take over while she recovers. The doctor said it will take her two weeks to recover. Normally since school is ending in a month they would just end it till next spring but a lot of the families are worried since a lot of mothers took up winter jobs while their pups were at school and they won’t be able to watch them.” She explained, shaking her head.

🦈-“Oh, that’s terrible.” You gasped, your hand going to your chest.

🦈-“I know.” She nodded.

🦈-“I just got my teaching degree. I have shadowed a few times but I haven’t been in charge of a class before. Do you think they would let me take over until Maybelle gets better?” You asked, leaning closer.

🦈-“I am sure they would be happy to have you. You would be a lifesaver!” She approved, smiling at you.

🦈-“Who would I have to talk to?” You asked, excited at the thought of getting some practice.

🦈-The school you applied for was a bit distinguished so you knew this could be a great learning experience before you actually started teaching. Of course, you still needed to find out of you were accepted.

🦈-“I think the Mayor would like to talk to you before you would start.” She informed, thinking of Mayor Yagi.

🦈-“I will make sure to see him as soon as I can.” You confirmed, smiling over at Kiri.

🦈-“I guess I am staying a little longer after all.” You hummed, slightly happy about the situation.

🦈-Kirishima was absolutely delighted by the news. His Alpha wouldn’t stop jumping around and yipping. His heart warmed at the thought of spending more time with you. He slightly wondered if he could win you over before it came time for you to leave.

🦈-He wouldn’t mind battling with time if it meant winning your heart.

🦈-He quietly formed up a few ideas. He couldn’t wait to put them into action.

This was my first time writing for Kiri so I hope he came out well. He really is a big softie. I am gonna make a part 2 so look out for that. Thank you to the sweet fan who suggested it. 💕💕

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate

warnings: strong language, argument, angst, inappropriate behavior, impregnating kink, violence, suggestive

a/n: this is connected to the other wolf!ateez reaction to finding their mate; I hope you like it anon! also I included some action

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Hong Joong is a natural leader so he would try to plan and control everything including your daily routine. You know he normally wants you safe and sound but now that you’re in the sixth month and your bumb is becoming bigger he doesn’t really realize that the tasks are just too much for you.

Everyone in the town is super happy that you’re giving them a future leader or maybe a little princess. The pack members always want to talk to you or give you presents which made a normal shopping tour impossible by now. You can feel the pressure they’re inflicting on you and for gods sake just want some last months of peace but that won’t be possible with the alpha’s brilliant plan for you.

Today was also an enormous stressful day as all the grannies of your pack planned out a full five hour ceremony for you and the pup. You knew some things in Hong Joong‘s pack would be different but this made you feel uncomfortable like never before.

„Y/N?“ Hong Joong sees his mate crying in the living room your head held between your hands and sobs leaving you occasionally. „What’s wrong?“ He crouches down in front of you on the ground and takes your shaking hands away to see your glassy orbs and reddened cheeks.

„I- I cannot do this anymore...“

„What?“

„The ceremonies and gifts and talks and meetings and - it‘s just all too much!“

„Are you serious? I didn’t know... I mean the ahjummas told me you are just nervous. It’s traditional for the luna - “

„Joong! I am crying in front of you and pleading for some peace and everything you can think about is the pack and your stupid traditions! I am not nervous I just don’t want to stand naked in front of some old ladies who are telling me how to raise our baby!“

The alpha‘s eyes turn into a rich golden color and you can see that his wolf is coming to the surface at your little outburst. An alpha usually doesn’t take any shit but you’re his luna and you are indeed able to stand your point in front of him (also the naked part seems odd to him, too). Hong Joong sighs and takes your hands into his ones.

„I didn’t know it was so stressful for you and our pup. I just wanted to follow the traditions of my pack and forgot about your feelings and well-being entirely... I am really sorry my beautiful mate.“

The alpha takes you into his arms and gives you a kiss full of love. „From now on you can decide for yourself what you want to do and I will try to become a better mate. Our pack loves you, they will understand.“

„Thank you, Hong Joong“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Park Seong Hwa was a calm and loving mate. He always dreamed of a family with his beloved one and a pup. When the doctor said you were going to get twins he was lost. Your tummy became so big he always feared it would hurt you in some way but you assured him it was fine.

As Seong Hwa had a reputable family background and Y/N not really you slowly became aware of the possessive behavior of his family. Seong Hwa, too, had something slight arrogant to himself but you could handle it. The gatherings at his on the other site turned into a slight inconvenient time for you.

„A boy and a girl! I am so proud of you!“ His aunt said excited.

„Yes, at least one boy.“ Of course, you already expected Seong Hwa‘s parents to want an heir for their prestigious estate but now you feared for your little girl. Growing up in a family where only your son is loved his grandparents was something you wouldn’t want for your daughter.

Your patience was soon at it‘s limit when he and his family continued praising your boy and almost forgetting about the other pup that was in your tummy.

„I am so proud of Y/N! We are going to have the best boy in the world and - “

„Park Seong Hwa, we need to talk.“ You stood up and everyone went silent when you dragged your mate outside into the garden.

„I know you only want to impress you parents but what do you think is our daughter going to feel as soon as she‘s sitting with us at the table if you continue only talking about our son?“

„I - I didn’t consider that.“

„Why can’t you be happy about our babygirl like you’re when we’re alone? I am a girl, too. We’re not any less than boys.“

„Y/N, you know I would never think like that.“

„But your family does. They only see me as the one who gives you heirs.“

„I think it would be better if you go home.“

„Seriously? You know what, I am really going home. Home as in my parents house. You should start realizing that I am the mother and I won‘t allow you and your family to hurt my family in any way!“

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j e o n g y u n h o

Your and Yun Ho‘s relationship wasn’t easy at all. You being the princess and him one of the rogue leaders made it hard for you to live your romance freely. You often wanted to tell your parents but seeing them fighting the rogues more and more stopped you from your plan. You wanted peace, just like your mate, too.

To end the war between the wolves and rogues meant a mind change and you felt like the moon goddess picked the two of you on purpose. Maybe it was your destiny?

When you met Yun Ho that day to tell him the news about the pup you were having he suddenly changed into his wolf out of excitement and happiness which caused tears out of joy into your eyes.

By now it was inevitable to not tell your parents about your mate. It was the right time and you didn’t tell Yun Ho something about your decision because you trusted the king and the queen.

It was a fatal mistake to believe that - your mother only cried when the king screamed and trashed around and like an insane person he ordered the guards to bring you into a prison and lock you away from the rogue leader until he killed him. What was worse, they planned you to abort the pup and marry you off to another wolf.

Yun Ho soon found out about everything and nearly collapsed at thought of not only you being in danger but their baby, too. He gathered as much pack members as possible and made his way to your estate.

„I am warning you one last time King Y/L/N! You’re going to give me back my mate or I will burn down everything here!“

„Your mate? She’s my daughter and the princess! My blood would never interact with your kind and this scum that is growing inside her is going to die like you!“ That was enough to start the attack leaving Yun Ho taking some of the wolves with him to find you down in the basement.

He once saw you like this before and it nearly breaks his heart only this time it’s worse. You lay on the ground unconscious and beaten when he picks you up and flees out of your kingdom.

„Don’t worry my love. I promise no one’s going to lay a hand on you ever again!“

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„Mh, mine.“ Yeo Sang stood behind you his nose deeply nuzzled into your neck and his arms holding you and your tummy.

„Who?“ You feel him smirk and are sure of it when he raises his head and bites your earlobe a little bit.

„Both.“

Today you were having a big dinner with some of the other alphas and their families again. There was one big long table where everyone sat down and as you and Yeo Sang were mates your families now sit together.

You already had a bad feeling this morning knowing your ex would be there, too, seeing your mate being extremely overprotective since you’re pregnant.

You went to the restroom and when hen you wanted to get back to the others someone stopped you holding your wrist.

„Long time no see. The pregnancy suits you, Y/N.“

„Jong Su.“

You turned around and gave him a shy smile. How everything turned out a few months ago wasn’t in your interest, too. Before you can say anything he nears you and lays his hand on your belly making you slightly uncomfortable.

„That should’ve been mine. This bastard really didn’t wait long to shoot his dna into your dirty little cunt, right?“

„Jong S - “ Suddenly Yeo Sang grabbed the boy‘s hand and smashed it into the wall next to you leaving the boy crying and rolling on to the ground holding his hand.

„You better not touch what’s not yours! I thought I taught you last time?! I swear if I see you in her vicinity one more time I fucking break your neck!“ With that Yeo Sang took your hand carefully and guided you to one of the balconies of the mansion.

„Yeo Sang, I am sorry...“

„Why are you sorry? I love you Y/N and he has no right to talk to you or about you like that!“

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c h o i s a n

There was nothing better for him than seeing his mate with her little tummy standing in the kitchen and baking the cake for a garden party with their friends. San sneaked up behind you and before you could stop him he already stole a berry from your topping.

„Choi San! Hands off!“ You clapped his hand away and laughed out loud when he took a berries and ran away from you.

„Mooowwwrry.“ You stood behind the couch whereas he was in front of you on the other site smirking at you while he choked down the rest.

You lunged forward and luckily he caught you with open arms causing the two of you to land on the couch. He layed on top of you holding him up with one arm and in the other hand still some berries.

„Be careful my love! You cannot be so wild with our pup inside you!“

„Ah, now you’re acting concerned? What’s with my cake, hm?“

„Sshh... - “ He pops one of the red fruits into your mouth and grins at you. When you were about to shove him off you he held your wrist still and smashed his lips onto yours.

„I love you so much.“

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s o n g m i n g i

You could say Min Gi was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation first but fascinated at the same time. You still remember how he asked you how this could happen and you started to explain the intercourse to him leaving the two of you laughing the whole evening.

When he first bought the most ridiculous things like clothes for two genders and 50 packs of diapers he was now doing pretty good. Min Gi calmed down a little bit and started to read books and asked friends for advise. By now you probably didn’t even need to take care about anything because he planned out every detail.

Min Gi and you got closer while exploring the forests in your wolf form. His wolf went crazy everytime he saw your grown stomach - a typical natural instinct of possessiveness. Sometimes he got so excited he nearly climbed you on your trips. He had such a huge wolf so you were afraid that some day he would accidentally crush you.

„Be careful!“

„Ah, I am sorry... I cannot control myself. I think heat‘s coming.“ His wolf let out small whines while he let himself bump on the ground.

„Aish, Min Gi... Please don’t be sad. I didn’t mean it like that and I only think it’s not a very good idea to do it in our wolf forms right now.“

„You mean, human would be ok?“

You cuddled yourself into his side and licked his ears. Suddenly he jumped up and began to heckle like a maniac.

„Then let‘s go home so I can have some fun with you.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Although Woo Young was the wolf prince and his daily life was often spent with office work and meetings he was quite childish when being alone with you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not mature enough but he likes to make people happy and is a friend of positivity.

Oh, and you always knew when he got home because of the sentence: „WHERE ARE MY BABIES?“

Woo Young also resembled the perfect father in your eyes - every evening when the two of you sat down on the couch and watched a movie he told you about all his future goals and what he wants to do with your little son when he’s finally there.

He also helped you a lot when your stomach grew bigger and bigger and took care of the house duties when it became too hard for you.

Maybe the sweetest part of the pregnancy was how Woo Young liked to talk with your tummy. He used every chance to lay his ears on it and feel the little kicks of your pup. His eyes grew bigger every time something happened and he looked so fascinated.

After the tough time the two of you had your mate was able to make you trust him and give you the love and family you never had. All the hate was gone and replaced with harmony and safety.

„Y/N?“

„Oh god, no ‚Where are my babies?‘ today?“ You chuckled at him while planting the roses in your garden. When Woo Young didn’t respond you got up and watched him smirking at you mischievously.

„Just you wait. Someday you’re going to say it, too!“

„My prince stop being a nuisance and help a pregnant girl.“ Your mate grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your faces were only centimeters apart.

„You’re not some pregnant girl. You’re my pregnant princess and like I said, we‘re meant for eachother and it shows.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

„You’re kidding me.“

„No, you can see it here.“

„Yeah, more like I can see nothing.“

Jong Ho was totally overwhelmed with having a girl instead of a strong wolf boy. He didn’t even consider it beforehand and now reality crashes down on him. A girl? He’s pretty much busy with protecting his mate and now he has to protect two females?

At home Jong Ho enters after you leaving the keys on the side table and watches how you clap your hands and jump a little bit.

„Isn’t this great? The baby is healthy for now and it’s going to be a little girl! We can chose names if you want I already have some ide - “

„You’re really happy?“

„Choi Jong Ho, I know that voice you’re using. What’s wrong?“

„Y/N, you know me. I know there are many other boys like me outside and I am afraid of having a daughter! I don’t want her to meet a copy of myself and that sounds very wrong but I hope you know what I mean...“

„Jong Ho... First you’re not that bad - I mean, you were a big playboy before you met me but, the point is, you changed.“

„Yes, after I met you. When is she meeting her mate? She’s going to make mistakes. She will meet some asshole who breaks her heart before he comes.“

„Well, I wouldn’t say that you were pretty nice to me before my birthday but that doesn’t matter anymore. And don’t believe you are the only guy, I had my experiences and they make us stronger. It’s okay, that’s life. Why don’t you use your fear to turn her into a strong and confident girl?“

„You think I am able to?“

„Of course. I believe you can do everything. You made me fall in love with you if that’s not proof enough I don’t know what’s then.“

With that you both start laughing and he whispers a small ‚okay‘ while you give him a peck on his pouting lips.

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ohsugar-honey-iced-tea · 3 years

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Welcome home, Dexter

It's Bella's birthday and Ina surprises her with the cutest little puppy ever! Pure fluff :)

Writing this kind of helped me. We lost our dog 2 weeks ago, so writing this helped me a lot.

Also a big thank you to @kulaykape for helping me with getting some inspiration :)

Enjoy!

@domakir @dopeyouth @thedaft1 @citybornchick @astrangeandunusualgirl

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Ina was very, very nervous for the next upcoming minutes. It was 4.45, Bella should get home from classes any moment now. Today was Bella's birtday, and Ina was going to make sure it was going to be one to never forget. She was going to make Bella's childhood dream come true.

*5 months ago*

Ina had a good band with Bella's parents, and she decided to call Bella's mother, planning on asking her what would be the perfect gift for Bella. Bella does so much for Ina, without her even knowing, she wanted to give her something that would tell her how much she meant to her and how serious she thinks their relationship is.

"Hello, ms. Fiennes, how are you?"

"I'm good dear, how about you? How's my little girl?"

"I'm good. We're good. Everything is going great."

They talked for several more minutes before Ina cut to the case.

"Bella's birthday is coming up in a few months. I want to give her something she's been wanting for a long time. Do you have any ideas?"

Ms. Fiennes simply laughed.

"Ina, sweetie, if you want to give her something she really wants, the answer to that would be a dog. Our neigbours used to have a black-brownish Golden Retriever she always walked and played with whenever she could. We also caught her telling that dog the problems she was having when she was going through something rough. We could never afford one because we had no time nor money, but if you want to give her her biggest wish, it would be a dog."

Huh. Ina always wanted a dog herself, and she knew her and Bella were ready for it. They were living together and were together for almost 2 and a half years now. And sure there was enough money, time and space in their appartment.

"Thank you, ms. Fiennes. I think I'll know what to do now. One question, do know any names she would like for a dog?"

"She always told us that if she would ever get a dog herself, she would name it Dexter if it was a boy, and Ella if it were to be a girl"

Dexter... that name had a nice ring to it

"Thank you for telling me."

"It's okay, sweetheart. Good luck! And if you'll ever get her a dog, make sure the dog will meet their Grandma and Pabby."

"I will make sure they will meet you very, very soon"

With that she hung up, opened her laptop, and started to look for the perfect dog.

*3 months ago*

Ina just arrived to the shelter to pick out their perfect dog. She told Bella she had to go to a night conference and that she had to go alone. Bella was a little suspicious, but believed her in the end. When Ina stepped foot in the shelter, her heart exploded with cuteness. 6 black little furballs stormed at her, making happy noices and licked her all over her face. Ina took her time, talking with the owner and observating the puppies. One caught her eye, the furriest of them all, cute, clumsy, and kept climbing into Ina's lap. It was decided. This little one was going home with her soon. Ina made the arrangements with the owner, signed all the papers and planned when she would pick this little rascal up.

*24 hours ago*

Ina came back to the shelter after buying a pillow, food and water holders, and a lot of toys for their soon to be best friend. She had bought a few balls, a lot of stuffed animals and a squeeky pear, which she knew Bella would absolutely love. She also bought a collar for him. A red collar, with the name 'Dexter' on it in golden letters.

When she stepped in, the puppies were a little bit bigger, but still furry and still very, very clumsy. But, Ina recognised her little friend the moment she stepped foot into the shelter, because that one came to her the fastest, and seemed to be the most happiest, almost like he knew he would come home with her. She talked for a bit with the owner, writing down everything she needed to know for the little puppy's first few months. And when it was time to go, the little furball said one last goodbye to his parents before being picked up by Ina. "Come on, little friend. Let's go home." Ina smiled softly and applied the collar to him. "...Dexter"

*present*

It was 4.55 and Ina did one last check if everything was on the right place. The squeeky pear on the table, the note next to it, and Dexter hiding with Ina in their bedroom. Ina's heart froze as she heard the front door open. "This is it, Dexter. This is it!!" Ina whispered excitedly to Dexter, and giving him a little kiss on his forehead.

"Babe, I'm home! Where are you, baby?" Bella asked. She walked towards the table and saw the squeeky pear lying on it. Next to it was a note. 'Squeeze me :D' was written on the note. So she did, she squeezed the pear, and when she did, Ina opened the door to their bedroom and Dexter started to run towards the squeeking sound.

When Bella heard the sound of little tippetytaps behind her, she turned around. And there he was, the black, fluffy, little furball, running excitedly towards Bella. Bella gasped, and fell to her knees, as the little pup was jumping up and down in excitement.

"Why hello there! How did you get in here buddy?" She said with the biggest smile on her face. Ina was watching her secretly through the door opening, being so insanely happy to capture this moment where Bella and her own dog meet each other for the first time. Dexter couldn't be more happy, jumping and barking (those tiny little barks were enough to make Ina's heart melt). Ina didn't even realise she had happy tears in her eyes until she felt them fall down her cheeks.

Bella kept petting the dog, and then she noticed the collar. "Why what a beautiful collar you have!" She saw the name on top of it. "Dex...ter?" Realisation hit her as Ina walked into the living room and sat next to her on the ground. "Ina, is this what I think it..." Bella was truly speechles. Ina smiled and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." On that moment, Dexter started to lick Bella's cheek, as if giving her a kiss too. Now happy tears started to shine in Bella's eyes too. "But I never told you... I mean how did you.... how did you know?" Ina smiled, patting Dexters head and putting an arm around Bella's waist. "I called your parents. I asked what would be the perfect gift, and one thing led to another, and here's Dexter." "Thank you. So, so much. I've always wanted a dog." "Me too, and now, we have many, many years to enjoy little Dexter here." Bella smiled and kissed Ina in the most grateful way ever.

*the following evening*

After a lot of cuddling, putting Dexters stuff in the living room and letting Dexter get to know his new home, it was time for bed. "Now, Dexter" Ina started "this is where you're going to sleep! You'll have a lot of nice dreams here" Bella smiled to herself as she saw Ina interacting with Dexter. It was the purest thing ever. "Sweet dreams, Dexter, tomorrow is going to be a very fun day" they left the livingroom door and bedroom door ajar, so that they could hear if everything was going well with Dexter.

*One hour later*

Ina and Bella were both asleep, until Bella felt something down her side. "Mmmhhh.... that tickles, Ina" "I'm not doing anything, sweetheart" Ina said, and Bella put their light on and pulled her blanket up, to reveal a very furry, smiling little Dexter. Apperantly it had been storming, and Dexter got a little scared. "Well hello there, mister. Where you scared of the thunder? Do you want your mommies to protect you?" Dexter gave Bella his best puppy dog eyes, as if asking if he could stay. "Well," Ina started "it's your first night, let's keep him here, just this once. But this will not be a habbit, understood, little man?" Little did Ina know it was going to happen a lot more times.

*three weeks later*

Ina, Bella and Dexter just came home from their evening walk. "Okay Dex!" Bella started "let's see if we can teach you some tricks." Ina took her glasses off, and took a treat in her hand. "Okay now... sit!" Dexter looked confused at Ina, so she tried again. "Dexter, sit." But Dexter was in a playful mood, and took Ina's glasses off the couch and started to run away. "DEXTER NO! COME HERE" But Dexter was already on the other side of the room. Ina's serious mode got on. "Dexter, this is not behaviour we want to see in this family. Now give me back my glasses." And just when Ina was about to grab the glasses from Dexters mouth, he ran away. Ina tried many more times to her her glasses back, but Dexter ran away from her ever single time. "Ina, he's a pup! You shouldn't treat him like he's a student! Or as any person!" Bella said through her laughs. "Well, you try it then! Winner gets to top tonight" "Hah. You, little miss, have got yourself a deal." "I am a smart, dare I say intelligent woman with a pHd, I can explain human behaviour and I've been nominated for awards for my research, I'm sure I can get a dog to drop a pair of glasses." "Shush! It's my turn now" she walks towards Dexter. "Oh Dexter come see what I've got! I've got the squeeky pear! Much better then some glasses, right? Come get the pear, boy, come get it!" She threw the pear, and whit that, Dexter dropped the glasses and runned towards the pear. Ina's eyes were wide and her mouth open. "Here let me close that for you" and with that, Bella closed Ina's mouth. "Looks like you have to prepare yourself for tonight. I'm top tonight."

So Ina did.

And Bella fucked her silly that night.

Ofcourse with the bedroom door closed, because they knew Dexter wasn't, and will not ever be ready to see that kind of things. Little do they know Dexter will be able to open doorknobs later.

*4 weeks later*

Bella was alone at home, crying. Ina had left home for work while they were having an argument.

"Sometimes I feel like work is more important to you then me."

"Bella, stop being sad over every little thing. I don't have time for this." She snapped back. And with that, left for work.

Dexter woke up from his little nap, and heard Bella crying. He went over to her and tried to cheer her up. He sat next to her on the couch and started to lick her tears away. Bella started to laugh a little. "You're a good boy, Dex. Sometimes Ina is a little stupid, but we love her anyways, right?" And with that, Dexter lied down, putting his head in her lap.

Later that night, Ina came home. She had a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates with her. "Sweetheart, I'm very sorry I-" she cut herself off, because she saw Bella sleeping on the couch with Dexter in her arms. Ina couldn't help but smile a little. She put a blanket over the two of them and started preparing dinner. 'I guess a dog does make you feel happier, even when you're sad' Ina thought, as she was cutting up vegetables.

*one month later*

Ina and Bella were snuggled up on the couch together, with some snacks lying on the table, about to watch a movie together.

When the movie started playing, Dexter walked to them, sitting right before them, and introducing something he has never done before. 'The Infinite Stare'. When Dexter does this, he will stare at you without looking at something else, until you give him what he wants. "What does he want?" Ina whispered. "I have no idea" Bella whispered back, as she grabbed a piece of cheese off the table. She noticed Dexter's eyes following her hand, or more specificaly, the piece of cheese. "Oooh is that it?" Bella said excitedly. "You want the cheese? Can you catch it? 3... 2... 1..." and with that she threw it. And cute as Dexter might be, he is also very clumsy, so he tried to jump, but fell down to the ground. "Oh no, are you okay, Dex?" But Dexter simply ate the cheese, turned back to the couple and asked in his own way for another one. "This is going to be a long night." Ina mumbled. Bella chuckled and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Don't pout, babe, it's all part of the progress." She said, as she gave Dexter another piece of cheese.

When the movie ended, Bella had fallen asleep on top of Ina. Ina turned down the tv, made sure Bella was lying okay, and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to their bedroom. Of course Dexter supervised, making sure Ina wouldn't drop Bella. After they settled in bed together, Ina could see Dexter's little puppy eyes over their bed, begging to come up there with them. Ina tried to be firm, but who could say no to those puppy eyes? "Alright Dex, come on." She patted on the bed. Dexter jumped, but fell off first time. Ina facepalmed herself, but couldn't help laughing. Then, Dexter jumped again, and was lying between her and Bella.

Dexter nuzzled his head in Ina's neck, so Ina had both Bella and Dexter in her arms. As she caressed Bella's stomach, and fluffed Dexter behind his ears, she couldn't help but feeling happy.

'Maybe this is what true happiness feels like' was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep as well.

The end

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no6secretsanta · 3 years

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I Can’t Erase You

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! To @akuthecactus, my Secret Santa giftee! With a request for angst and drama, I came up with this lovely 4k piece of work. I really hope you enjoy! I had to crank out my old angst playlist for this one. It broke me out of my writer’s block, that’s for sure. Enjoy!

~ @whims-of-insane-fandoms

I CAN’T ERASE YOU

Shion couldn’t help going to sleep and dreaming of Nezumi. He also found he didn’t mind.

It was the only way he could see Nezumi.

In his dreams, he could forget reality and instead dream beautiful things. He could be reliving the time he spent with Nezumi in his house in West Block. He could be dreaming about the two of them living in Shion’s new house between West Block and No. 6, where the walls once stood. He could be dreaming of Nezumi’s beautiful voice singing to him as they watch the stars together. He could be dreaming of the two of them dancing together. He could be dreaming of what could have been if Nezumi had stayed.

Of course, it was all a dream.

Eventually, he woke up and had to face the cold, harsh reality.

Shion curled up in bed, still feeling the lingering warmth of Nezumi – no, the heated blanket that fell off the bed – and wishing for a brief moment that he could stay in his dreams. The alarm in his bedside reminded him that, regardless of his feelings, time went on. His hurt and longing couldn’t be erased but continuing with life helped ease it.

~~ERASE~~

Nezumi was gone.

Nezumi had left him following the collapse of the walls of No. 6 almost four years ago. He had left him alone with the baby, one of Inukashi’s dog and Hamlet. The rest was a haze until his mother found him and the two of them had cried in each other’s arms. Again, that had been almost four years ago.

In all the years following the collapse of the walls and restoration of the government, Shion had not heard from Nezumi. He received no letters, no calls and there were no signs of Nezumi. Not even all the contacts Inukashi and Rikigia had had spotted Nezumi. If it hadn’t been for the empty house he returned to that was filled with books, it would have been as if Nezumi had never existed.

In the first couple of months, Shion lived in denial. He couldn’t believe that Nezumi was gone. No, he refused to believe he was gone. He would find himself going back to that small house filled with books, waiting for hours for Nezumi to come back and coming up with excuses on why he hadn’t come back.

He’s probably haggling in the market.

Maybe he was asked to do another play.

Inukashi probably picked a fight with him.

He made up numerous excuses, everything to forget that Nezumi had left and he might not come back any time soon. Still, he would rather act delusional by pretending he was coming soon. It made the pain less strong.

Inukashi would eventually drag him out by asking for his help with their dogs or asking for help with the baby. They always had a sad expression whenever he asked if they knew when Nezumi was coming back. There were days where they went along with his delusion and said that Nezumi was coming back to the house in a few hours. Other days, they would scream at him that Nezumi was not coming back and to pull yourself together, dammit!

After that breakdown, Shion’s visits to Nezumi’s home became less frequent.

~~ERASE~~

“Good morning, Shion!”

Shion kissed his mom in the cheek as he entered his mother’s shop and he paid for one of her pastries. She didn’t like that he paid her for her own cooking – “Shion, I would cook for you for free.” – but he thought it was the least he could do for her. She smiled and Shion hid his face from her before she could figure out that he’d had another dream about Nezumi. He didn’t want to worry her. He had already done a lot to worry his mom.

“Morning, Mom.” Shion said between bites of the bread she had made that morning.

“Inukashi called,” She said, putting some pastries on display, “They said that there was a new litter of puppies that were born last night, and they would like you to come down to see them.”

Shion nodded, “After breakfast, I’ll go. I can’t believe that the due date was off by one day this time.”

Karan turned to look at him, “You’re skipping work today or starting later?”

“Later,” Shion answered, finishing his bread, “It’s not like the canvas is going anywhere while I go visit the pups.”

“Alright, make sure to not stay too long there. Inukashi gets too huffy when you’re around the dogs too much.”

Shion laughed, “They’re jealous that the dogs might like me more.”

His mom laughed again before glancing at the calendar. Shion could already feel her sadness and worry as she turned to look at him. Nothing needed to be said for him to understand the look in her face as she looked at him. He didn’t want to worry her and, yet, the date had done just that.

“Shion-.”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

“Today makes it four years.”

“I know.”

His mom sighed, “I don’t want you to be alone, especially not today.”

Shion went to hug his mother, who just ran her hands through his hair in the way he was used to. No matter how much time passed, today always hurt and his mom could always tell. Even if he said nothing, she always knew he was hurting. She knew him so much and he wished that he could alleviate his mom’s pain.

“I’ll stay as long as I can with Inukashi and the pups. After, I’ll spend time with little Shion and then I’ll go back home and paint a bit. I’ll call, Mom, okay?”

His mom nodded, brushing stray hair from his face, “I’m here, okay?”

“I know, Mom. Thank you.”

~~ERASE~~

Shion would have frequent nightmares of that day following his time spent denying what had happened. He could vividly remember scenes he never wanted to remember. He would dream of Nezumi being shot, of Nezumi dragging him away from Safu, of losing Safu, of his vision going dark, of Nezumi leaving him behind. . .

He’d wake waking up to find his mom holding him and trying to reassure him. In her arms, Shion had felt safe enough to tell her about the pain he felt. There was a hole in his heart that would not stop hurting because of that day. Not only did he lose his best friend, but, shortly after, the person he loved so much left him behind.

His mom was so kind during those nightmare-filled months. She would ask him to help out with the shop when he could, and she would try to stay awake all night with him if he was too scared to chase the nightmares away. He felt bad for making her go through so much, but she would just kiss his forehead and tell him she would do anything for him.

During that time where he was plagued with nightmares, he would wonder what would have happened if he has asked Nezumi to not leave him. If he had begged, would Nezumi have hesitated to leave? If he had begged, would Nezumi have flicked his forehead before saying that he was just playing with him?

What could have happened if I had asked to Nezumi stay with me?

Why didn’t he stay?

Why did he leave?

Was it my fault?

Did Nezumi leave because of me?

The thoughts of why and what if ate at him. He couldn’t stare at his reflection because he had been so certain that Nezumi had left because of his fault. It was why Nezumi never tried to message him. It was why Nezumi hadn’t come back. It was all his fault. Nezumi was gone because he had done something wrong. It had to be.

The epiphany drove him half mad with guilt and sorrow. On the anniversary of Nezumi’s departure, he ended up destroying his room. He had first started by breaking the mirror that reflected his own face, a face he hated. He had been so disgusted with his face that the rest of his furniture followed, anything to distract him. Before he knew it, it looked as if a storm had blown into his room and he just fell to his knees, uncaring of the glass shards that clung to his body.

It was how his mom had found him.

She had gently held him in her arms as he screamed and cried about how it was his fault that Nezumi had left him and had not come back. That, so long as he was around, Nezumi would never come back. She said nothing throughout it all.

When he had stopped being overwhelmed by his own emotions, his mom spoke. She helped him understand that Nezumi leaving was not his fault. Nezumi had left of his own accord because he wanted to see a world beyond the city of No. 6 that had caused him so much pain.

“Nezumi will come back one day. He loves you, Shion. He loves you so he will come back to you.”

It made Shion think of the promise Nezumi had made to him to return to him. If he had promised such a thing, then that meant that he was going to come back, right? It was a fleeting thought, one that Shion held like a lifeline. His mom rocked him to sleep in her arms as he repeated her words like a mantra.

Nezumi will come back one day because he loves me.

That one day became less likely to happen as days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months.

~~ERASE~~

“So, he comes at last!” Inukashi grinned, hair tied up in a high ponytail as they often did while they were doing hard work with the dogs. They were currently rubbing the fur of one of their dogs while the new mother fed her pups.

Shion smiled back at them, looking at the litter, “Six? My, she had a large litter this year, didn’t she? She’s going to be tired for a while, I can tell. At least the pups are going to have a lot of brothers and sisters to play with. Can I keep one this time?”

“No way.” Inukashi said, rolling their eyes, “The kids stay here.”

Shion pretended to whine, “Come on, I’ve been wanting a dog for a while now. Don’t rob me of my dreams to have a pet dog.”

“Keep dreaming, hopeless artist.” Inukashi replied, face caught in a pout, “The only thing you can do is name them, if you want. Just don’t get too attached since you’re not keeping any of them. Got it?”

“Yes, I got it!” Shion said.

As he watched the pups eat and planned their names, he felt Inukashi tap their shoulder. He looked up to see Inukashi looking fidgety. That was new. He was confused before he remembered what day it was again. He sighed. Not Inukashi too.

“Say, Shion-.”

“I’m fine.” Shion sighed again before pointing at one of the pups, “That one has a bunch of spots on their fur, it’s almost like they have stars. Maybe Romeo or Juliet because they’re star-crossed lovers?”

“Are you really fine or are you just saying that?”

Shion turned to look up at Inukashi, “I’m fine. Really.”

Inukashi stared at him, still looking a bit awkward. They weren’t good with offering comfort. It was obvious with the way they acted with baby Shion all those years ago. It was sweet of them to think he needed comfort, nevertheless. It did make him love his friend more than he already did.

“Listen, when that bastard comes back, you bet that I am punching him right in that smug face!” Inukashi said, cracking their knuckles, “Might punch him once or twice after that. Maybe four times, after the years he’s been gone. What do you think?”

“I think that you’re getting soft.” Shion teased.

Inukashi turned red, looking away. They were so nice but Shion didn’t want to worry them too. He already worried his mom enough. He didn’t need to do the same to Inukashi. Did everyone see him vulnerable still, to the point that Nezumi’s name was avoided whenever they wanted to mention him?

The nightmares had vanished, and he had stopped crying so much from the dreams and painful memories. All that chased him were his dreams but those never hurt him. He was fine. Really.

“I’m just. . . I heard from your mom about what happened to you during these days. That bastard did it and he’s not here to do something about. I thought I. . . You know you can stay here with the dogs, right? I won’t pitch a fit or anything.”

“I’m fine, Inukashi, it’s been four years. I’m better. I have a lot of work that I need to do. Time doesn’t stop just because today is the day Nezumi left or anything,” Shion lowered his voice, looking up at the beautiful sky, “Besides, I’m ready to just let go of that pain now.”

“Huh?”

Shion shook his head, “Let’s just focus on the pups, okay? What do you think? Romeo or Juliet for that spotted puppy?”

Inukashi made a face before finally saying, “Neither, I’m not naming them after some characters from an old book.”

“Aw, come on!”

~~ERASE~~

Shion occupied himself working with his mom in the bakery, helping Inukashi with their dogs and even taking care of baby Shion. He eventually worked enough to get his own house, and, with a heavy heart, he left his mom’s home. His house, once located where the walls used to stand, soon became filled with memories. Pictures of his friends and family adorned the walls and reminded him of the beauty the world offered.

It was this reminder and the pictures that made him remember that he didn’t have a single picture of Nezumi. The thought had terrified him, especially when time went by so fast. He became scared of one day forgetting. He was scared that he could cease to remember that face. At least he had pictures of Safu to remember her by. He had nothing like that for Nezumi.

Shion decided to take up painting to help.

He started with crude images, ones that Inukashi would laugh about and Rikigia would chastise them about. His mom would offer support for his hobby by finding him art supplies and plenty of white canvases. It would take months of practice for him to get good and he knew when he was good when Inukashi finally praised his art.

Rikigia sold the paintings he had done as practice and, pretty quickly, people started asking for more. His mom supposed that people longed for art to help them get over all the hurt that they had gone through. Shion understood the sentiment, and he started working as a full-time painter. He painted No. 6, West Block, people, the foliage, the animals, and the sky.

His most famous work became a painting of Safu adorned by white lilies, dancing in the sky. The painting had been created to remember his best friend, to offer a tribute to the girl he had known most of his life. It had helped him move on from her death and find some kind of peace. People loved his work and hailed him as the greatest artist of their time. It was incredibly flattering, to say the least.

When he finally felt like he was ready, Shion began painting Nezumi.

He began with the distinctive hair and face shape before painting his eyes. In his dreams, instead of nightmares, he dreamed of being together with his mom, Inukashi, baby Shion, Rikigia, Safu and Nezumi. What he dreamt motivated to continue the painting, to dream of a reality where Safu had lived and Nezumi had stayed by his side. He painted the eyes and made a silent wish to the canvas on the second anniversary of that day.

Before I finish this painting, Nezumi will come back home.

Requests came flooding in, so he put the painting on hold. People wanted their portraits draws or portraits of loved ones they had lost two years ago. Shion obliged. If painting had helped him with Safu’s death and helped him cope with Nezumi’s departure, then he could help others do the same.

Before he knew it, the third anniversary of that day came.

Instead of making him be hurt, it made Shion feel angry.

He had waited.

He almost trashed his studio as he kicked his furniture and yelled angrily. He cursed at Nezumi because he kept waiting and still nothing. He kept waiting! He was angry at Nezumi because he said he would come back. Why wasn’t he back?!

“Don’t come back then, you idiot!” He had screamed at the incomplete painting of Nezumi, “I don’t care if you don’t come back! Get out of my head and let me move on!”

The painting didn’t say anything as he screamed at it. It was just a painting. All it could do was stand propped where he had placed it. The incomplete eyes of Nezumi that seemed to pierce his soul made him feel worse than he did.

The next day, Shion hid the painting of the attic. He covered it in a white blanket and never went up to the attic to see it again. He was done chasing after a memory, crying over a memory.

Waiting for someone who was never coming back. . . it was a useless thing to do.

Only the dreams were able to comfort him.

~~ERASE~~

Shion walked down familiar roads, hoping Inukashi would not follow because they were worried about him. He didn’t like that his mom and Inukashi looked at him with such worried faces because of what today was.

He couldn’t be weighed down by thoughts of Nezumi anymore if he was going to continue going through the day. He didn’t have that luxury during the day, during reality. Besides, he couldn’t be crying or whining like a child anymore. He was an adult. He shouldn’t be crying at this point.

Crying would not make Nezumi come back.

Shion stopped in front of Nezumi’s house, taking a deep breath before entering. The house looked like he remembered it. Well, almost. He was sure that there was a bag that hadn’t been there before thrown on the ground. He dismissed it because it was probably Inukashi’s.

He entered, walking past the bookshelves. For a brief moment, he thought he saw someone, but he ignored it as he grabbed the copy of Macbeth that was misplaced. He put it back where it belonged before looking around the house. The familiar longing and hurt threatened to bubble out and explode.

“Nezumi. . . I have faced reality.”

Nezumi was never coming back.

Shion was ready to let go of the foolish thought that he was coming back.

“I’m tired of waiting,” Shion said, heading to the exit, “I can’t believe in reunion anymore. I’m sorry, but I’m ready to forget you now. Forget that you were here, forget the time we spent together, forget that I love you. I can’t go on if I can’t erase you.”

Four years without any word from the one he loved. Four years wishing and hoping for his return. Four years filled with tears and screams that he couldn’t get back. He was done. Even if it hurt, he was going to stop believing in Nezumi. The Nezumi that lived in his dreams only existed there. The real Nezumi. . . was nothing but a memory.

“Goodbye, Nezumi,” He said, beginning to close the door to leave the house, “Just stay in my memories and dreams. That’s the only way you can exist now.”

The sound of books falling made him pause as he closed the door. Long enough for him to hear a very familiar voice.

“Shion!”

I’m dreaming.

The door was flung open, making him almost fall. Someone grabbed his hand with desperation and Shion’s traitorous heart began to race. His eyes widened as, before his eyes, Nezumi was standing right in front of him.

“Nezumi. . .?”

The hair was longer, but it was still Nezumi’s. His beautiful gray eyes, although filled with so much emotion he couldn’t immediately place, were the same eyes from his dreams and memories. He was slightly taller, and he was dressed in different clothes – except for that scarf, that oh so familiar scarf – but he was undeniably Nezumi.

“It is you!” Nezumi cried out, looking relieved, his grip on his hand tightening, “I was half-asleep when I heard someone come in but hearing your voice, I knew it had to be you. I didn’t know how I was going to find you this time, but you came to me. I-.”

“I’ve cracked.” Shion half-laughed, “Haunting my dreams isn’t enough anymore. Now I’m seeing him in reality. Why?”

“Shion, it’s me.” Nezumi said, slightly shaking his shoulders, “I’m real.”

“No, you’re not.” Shion said, trying to get away from the cruel illusion his disillusioned heart had created, “Nezumi isn’t coming back to me. Nezumi’s gone.”

Nezumi had left him four years ago. Nezumi had never come back to him. Nezumi, despite loving him, left him and never came back. That was the truth, wasn’t it?

“Shion, snap out of it dammit!” Nezumi shouted, eyebrows knitted as he frowned, “Don’t make me punch you in the face for me to prove it! Why are you acting like this?”

“Why? Why? Why is this so unfair?” Shion asked, feeling a single tear roll down his cheeks, “Why did you come back into my life when I just finally decided to let you go?”

The cruel devil’s face looked hurt before pulling him toward him, enveloping him in a hug. The warmth – not a blanket’s warmth, his warmth – made the tears fall faster. Nezumi’s fingers threaded through Shion’s hair and the touch was too real.

“I’m sorry, Shion,” Nezumi whispered with so much tenderness that it felt like a dream, “I made you wait a very long time, didn’t I?”

“I hate you,” Shion sobbed, even if he didn’t mean it, “I kept waiting for you. Like some idiot, I waited for you and you never came. Why now?”

“You don’t hate me,” Nezumi said, holding Shion closer, “I was held up, but I managed to come back. I didn’t lie that I would come back to you. I’m sorry that I made you wait so long that it’s hurt you like this. Shion, I’m sorry.”

Shion sobbed, weakly pounding his fists against Nezumi’s chest. Nezumi made no move to stop him and Shion felt he deserved it. All the pain from before that he had hidden in his heart just flooded out. Despite it all, Nezumi did nothing but hold him.

At one point, Shion couldn’t feel the strength to continue hitting Nezumi. Nezumi put a finger under Shion’s chin and just offered him a small smile. Shion’s lower lip wobbled but he couldn’t muster any tears anymore.

“Look at you,” Nezumi said, wiping away the tear tracks in Shion’s face, “I’ve really hurt you, haven’t I? No apology can take away all those years of pain. I know that. Still. . . I’m glad that you waited and you still. . . and you still love me, even after what I did to you.”

Nezumi kissed Shion’s forehead and Shion wrapped his arms around Nezumi’s neck, burying his face in the other’s neck. Nezumi held him tighter, as if he could somehow erase the distance between the two of them. Shion’s heart ached but Nezumi was here. He was holding him, apologizing to him, kissing him. Nezumi was real and he was so warm.

“Nezumi. . . welcome back. . .”

Nezumi quietly led him to the bed and they laid down together. Nezumi cradled Shion’s head as he gave him soft kisses. For every day he missed, Nezumi said with a smirk as he got Shion to muster a smile. Nezumi softly told him about how he spent his years, but the words seemed to blend for Shion in that moment.

Nezumi’s voice, the voice that haunted his dreams, now soothed the wounds in his heart. He didn’t care too much about what Nezumi was saying. All he cared about was that he could hear Nezumi because Nezumi was here, here after four years of Shion having to use the dreams as a way to see and hear the one he loved.

“Are you listening?”

“Mmhmm,” Shion lied, smiling weakly as Nezumi huffed.

“Whatever, I guess I can tell you about the beach later, then.”

Shion curled closer to Nezumi, hearing his heartbeat, and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, “Just tell me about the stars you saw. I like hearing about the stars.”

When Nezumi began to sing for him as he gently ran his hands through his hair, Shion was scared to fall asleep. If he fell asleep, he was scared that he’d wake up in the empty house and he had imagined this after all. He couldn’t take it if it happened. He wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt if it happened.

“Sleep,” Nezumi reassured him, “and when you wake up, I’ll still be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

When Shion woke up hours later and Nezumi’s smiling face greeted him, it finally hit him that everything was real.

“I love you, Nezumi. After everything, it’s still you.”

“I never stopped loving you, Shion. I won’t let you forget that.”

It took four years but Nezumi fulfilled his promise.

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Pull Me Closer

Summary: Imagine moving in across the street from Scotty Sire.

Words: 5.5K Warnings: Language. I adore Kristen with all my heart, but for the sake of this imagine were just going to pretend Scotty is single.

Moving states away felt like a breath of fresh air, especially after the passing of your last living grandparent. Things were tense, even more so after the reading of the will, and the three bedroom home in California was calling your name. The front and back yard was spacious enough for your dog, and the pool and hot tub out back were perfect for you.

Before the move you had your personal belongings and some furniture you couldn't live without shipped to your new home where the house's occasional caretaker put it in the house for you, and even ordered some stuff online from a nearby warehouse that delivered directly to the house. Thankfully the caretaker put everything in their respective rooms, and even had the pool and hot tub set up for your arrival.

So pulling up in your Jeep Wrangler with the windows rolled down, you park in the driveway and stare up at the three bedroom home that is now all yours. Reaching over into the passenger seat, you rub your hand over Rocko's back- your fully grown black and gray Great Dane.

"Welcome home, Rocko. Lets go check it out."

Rocko quietly woofs as you exit your Jeep, quickly rushing around to the passenger side to open the door for your dog. He jumps out, tail wagging as he immediately sets out to sniff the entire yard. You then make your way over to the mailbox where your house key is hidden, your attention being stolen by raucous laughter from across the street. There are a group of boys, a couple of them filming as others run around with paintball guns.

"Whoa. Check out that horse!" The exclamation makes you chuckle, you grinning when you see their attention is on Rocko who's now standing at the curb and staring at the boys with a slightly wagging tail.

You whistle and gain Rocko's immediate attention. "Lets go, boy. Inside!" As you start to make your way towards the house, Rocko leaps into action and follows after you. You push the key into the lock and the door opens easily. Sighing in content, you scratch Rocko between the ears. "Home sweet home, pup."

After scoping out the neighborhood and getting a feel for it, you finally find yourself comfortable enough to jog around in order to get some sort of cardio in. The kids around the block especially love it when you jog with Rocko in tow and you soon find yourself fitting in.

And even though you've been in your new place for about a week and a half, today's the day the neighbors across the street have finally made themselves known.

You and Rocko are walking up to your mailbox when two boys jog across the street. You feel messy and gross because you'd been running around with Rocko for quite some time, but the boys are all smiles. Rocko quietly woofs in excitement and you scratch him between his cropped ears.

"Whoa," the tanned, dark haired individual muses. Only then do you realize he's got a camera in hand. "He's intimidating up close."

"Don't worry. He's a sweetheart. Rocko's just excited because you're new." Both guys seem to ease up at that, the dark haired one stepping up to Rocko and petting him, taking video.

The silver haired, red beaded guy chuckles. "Sorry about him. He's easily excited by dogs. We, uh, we live next door and figured we'd finally come over and say hi. I'm Scott."

"And I'm Todd," Todd says distractedly, leaning down to kiss Rocko before moving back at the last second, laughing.

"Y/N. And nice to finally meet you guys. I think you're the only ones I hadn't met."

Scott sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. We're usually home, but our friend needed some content for his vlog so he flew us out to Vegas and-"

"And it's been a party non-stop," Todd says. "Good times."

You laugh softly. "Your friend vlogs?"

"We all do, but David's got more of a following than us."

"Oh. That's cool," you admit. "I, uh, I actually post videos too, but nothing crazy or as frequent as those famous Youtubers do."

"Oh yeah? What do you post?"

"I cover songs that I can vibe with." Todd immediately looks up, pointing the camera at you and Scott. "And I do unboxing videos of some of my fanmail. I love opening up sketchy mail."

"Look, guys," Todd says, "Scott's found his soulmate."

You snort and Scott faintly blushes, glancing at his friend and shaking his head. "Dude, shut up." Then he looks back at you, smile a little wider and a little nervous. "I sing too, but I mostly post videos of the stupid shit me and my friends get up to."

"Why do I get the feeling the shit you and your friends get up to is off the walls insane?"

"Because it is," Todd tells you. "David likes to shoot us with a paintball gun when we least expect it."

"What?"

"It's fine. We get paid, so it's all good."

You chuckle in disbelief. "If you say so. I'm going to have to look you guys up on Youtube now."

"Do it," Scott agrees. "Just look up David Dobrik. We're all tagged in his videos."

"I will." You rock back on the heels of your feet, whistling shortly to catch Rocko's attention. "Well it was good to finally meet you both. I should, uh, I need to shower and eat," you say while slowly backing up the sidewalk into your yard.

"Wait, what?" Todd says, looking up in a hurry. "That's it? We don't get a name in return to look you up on Youtube?"

You and Scott both laugh. "Just look up Halsey on twitter. She tweeted out my latest cover of her song Graveyard a couple weeks ago."

"Halsey tweeted you!" Todd practically shouts. "Shut the fuck up."

"I'm serious." You suddenly can't stop laughing at Todd's excitement, he pushing the camera into Scott's hands so he can take out his phone and get on Twitter. "And on that note," you say when you see the app open up, "I'm gonna go. I don't like seeing people hear me sing for the first time. It's awkward."

"If you ever need anything, we're right across the street," Scott says.

"Ditto. My door is always open," you return.

Telling Scott and Todd your door was always open was probably a mistake, but after the first week of Todd walking in without so much as a head's up, it quickly became the norm. Todd usually showed up, asked about your day, and then spent the rest of the time laying with Rocko. Scott, however, greeted Rocko and then spent the rest of his time with you talking about music.

And within that week, they learned you were a great cook, but couldn't bake to save your life, and unfortunately found out you walked around the house semi-nude. For some reason you were more embarrassed about Scott seeing you in a t-shirt and underwear than Todd, and then quickly realized it wasn't really a big deal to them. Well at least not to Todd, but he still took pleasure in teasing you and giggling like a little girl when Scott would get defensive on your behalf.

And after the boys realized your house was a no-pants zone more often than not, Todd found it okay to strip down to his briefs when he needed a nap, Scott sometimes doing the same after sheepishly smiling and cuddling up with Rocko.

- X - X - X - X - X -

You're unloading box after box in your driveway, your fan mail having arrived at your new address. Several of the boxes are rather heavy and you're unsure about how exactly you're going to get them inside, but a voice shouting from across the street makes you sigh in relief.

"Need some help?"

You turn around, shielding the sun from your eyes, and wave over Scott. "Yes, please!"

Scott jogs across the street, Todd following at a slower place with three other guys. But from binge watching numerous Youtube videos, you realize it's David, Zane, and Heath.

When Scott gets a glimpse at all the boxes up close, he grins. "Went a bit crazy shopping online, did you?"

"No." You huff a laugh. "It's mail from all my subscribers."

"Mail?" Todd asks, slinging an arm around your shoulders in greeting and pulling you into his side. "Does that mean you're going to make an unboxing video soon?"

"Yeah. Today."

"Sweet. I'm sticking around for that." You shrug, chuckling as Scott rolls his eyes. "By the way, meet our other friends. This is David, Heath, and Zane. Boys, this is Y/N."

"Oh hey! You're the singer," David muses, camera in hand. "Is this cool?" He then quickly asks, gesturing to his camera. "You're really good, by the way."

"Thank you and yes." You blush and Todd pinches your cheeks as he mockingly coos at you. He pinches a little too hard and you retaliate by shoving him off of you and punching him as his friends laugh. Scott then brings you into his side when Todd starts poking at you and you practically melt against him. "I've recently starting watching your guys' videos and can I just say that y'all are fuckin' wild?! Holy shit!"

"Ooh, girl," Heath then says. "That cover you did on Sam Smith's Stay With Me gave me the chills. My girlfriend Mariah is in love with your voice."

"I really liked Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons," Todd grins.

You laugh. "You guys really did go through my videos, huh."

"Duh." David giggles. "Scott and Todd couldn't shut up about you, so we had to look you up."

"Oh god."

"Mhm," Zane hums, cracking up a moment later when he can't take himself seriously. "Is it true our boys walked in on you in your underwear?"

"Jesus Christ. Did you guys really have to tell them that?"

Scott squeezes your shoulders. "Don't blame me. That was all Toddy."

Rolling your eyes, you let the smile continue to grace your lips to let the guys know you're not really upset about it. "To be fair, it was a Calvin Klein sports bra and boy short underwear. I also had a flannel shirt on, but it was left unbuttoned, and I never know when Todd is just going to barge in. It really wasn't that big of a deal. I was more startled than anything else."

"So let me get this straight," Zane says, glancing between you and Todd. "Todd saw you practically naked and he didn't try to hump you?"

You snort and then shake your head. "Nope."

"Baby!" Heath then coos at Todd, he and Zane sandwiching their friend in a hug. "You're growing up." You all laugh, David capturing it all on his camera.

"Well if you four are done," Scott says, "Y/N needed our help. Let's get this inside for her."

David's the only one who doesn't help, he being reluctant to put down his camera. You understand, even if his friends give him grief for it. "By the way, guys, don't mind Rocko. He's a gentle giant."

"Rocko?" Heath wonders.

David opens the door for all of you, he cursing quite loudly as Rocko lets out the deepest woof in his arsenal. You, Scott, and Todd all laugh.

"Rocko, my man." Todd enters, setting down his box before being distracted by your dog.

"I swear Todd only visits to eat my food or play with Rocko," you say.

When the guys all notice your set up in the living room and find out you do unboxing videos of your fan mail, they all ask to stick around. You don't mind the company, so you let them, even letting David continue to video for some content he can use in his own vlog.

Once everyone is settled, it's only you, Scott, and Zane in the actual shot. Heath and David sit off the sides, but close enough to be caught in frame should they want to be, and Todd sits behind the camera as he lounges with Rocko who's resting his head on the boy.

Your fan mail is nothing spectacular, the items ranging from band tees to posters to fan art of you and Rocko. And after each box is opened, you make sure to thank the person who sent it by giving them a shout-out. There are also boxes of snacks, which Heath and Zane seem really excited for, and you treat them to your favorites. There are some specialty candy that's only made in Texas that you make the boys all eat, but only Scott seems fond of the cherry flavored gummies that are covered in chili powder. The other snacks from Texas come from a store named Buc-ee's, and David, Heath, and Zane become quite fond of the Beaver Nuggets.

More mail is opened and you laugh as you open several packages just meant for Rocko- toys, treats, and even shirts made specifically for your Great Dane.

"We are seriously going to have to plan a trip to Texas just for Beaver Nuggets," David says, popping yet another caramel-coated, crunchy puff corn into his mouth.

"See. They're good, right?"

"Mhm." He eats a few more before asking, "So, Y/N, what's the weirdest thing you've ever received?"

You immediately blush and the guys all perk up. "Oh this is gonna be good," Todd muses.

"Fuck you." The guys all laugh and you sigh when you realize they're awaiting an answer. "Just.. hold on." You shoot a quick outro clip, thanking everyone for the mail and that you'd have a new song cover coming soon. Just as you're saying goodbye, the boys all squeeze in and wave at the camera. Laughing, you tell Todd to cut the camera off and then tell them what they want to hear. "So the weirdest thing I received was a box full of lingerie and sex toys."

"WHAT?!" Heath nearly shouts, Zane giggling at his side.

"And what's weird is that guy had my size down perfectly. Like if I had tried the lingerie on, it'd have fit."

Scott quirks an eyebrow at you. "If?"

"Yeah. There we no tags on the underwear and all the sex toys were out of their packaging. It was super sketchy!"

The guys all laugh at your grossed out expression. David leans forward, camera nearly in your face. "Now I think the question is, is would you have kept the sex toys had they been in their proper packaging?"

The room goes oddly silent. "Well.."

"You hesitated!" Todd screams, cackling.

You grab a pillow, chunking it at him. "A girl has her needs, you dick! But still, I don't know. Sex toys from a fan is still super weird."

"Baby," Heath coos, "lingerie from a fan is weird. Sex toys is crossing a line."

You nod in agreement and eventually get up to head to the kitchen. The boys all follow as you start bringing out food to eat, and Zane's whistle of appreciation catches your attention.

He's looking out into the back yard, David and Heath by his side. "No offense," Zane starts, "but how are you affording a place like this?"

You chuckle as you scoop some ice cream into a bowl. "It's been in the family for quite a while. I actually inherited it last month when my grandfather passed." The guys go quiet and you glance at them, smiling as they suddenly seem uneasy. "It's okay. My grandfather lived here up until his wife passed away. He moved closer to his family where he then proceeded to lose both his children. When my mom died, I was his only grandchild who continued to have anything to do with him and even moved him in with me when he got sick. I didn't even know this place existed until the reading of the will where he left me everything- this house and his money."

"Damn. I bet everyone else was pissed," Heath says.

"Yep. Hence the reason I'm here now. I got tired of listening to them belittle me, so I packed up myself and Rocko, and here we are."

"Well they sound like assholes," David tells you. "And I, for one, am glad you're here. Scotty is too."

"Dude."

Scott's sudden look of disbelief at his friend sends you into a bout of laughter, you holding your hands up when he nudges you in retaliation. Scott purses his lips to keep from laughing and you quickly wink at him before picking up your bowl of ice cream and moving on.

"Don't pretend I can't hear you," you say while hip checking Zane out of the doorway from where he was muttering something to Todd. "I saw the dry ice video. You guys are not fucking up my pool."

"No, but Y/N, just hear us out..!"

Weeks soon turned into months and you can't believe how much Scott and Todd have changed your life. Scott was a little tamer than Todd, which is probably why you were more drawn to him, but the boys were still wild. You had thought you kept the teeny tiny crush you developed on Scott under wraps pretty good, but when you were eventually introduced to the rest of their friends, Todd made sure the guys knew you were off limits less they wanted to step on Scott's toes. And because you were clearly holding out for their friend.

The girls were just stoked to have another female in the group, and you found yourself being asked on shopping trips and to attend hang out sessions more times than you ever were asked back in your hometown.

You went out with the entire group a total of two times when Scott asked you and you found they were just as crazy as they were in their videos. The first time you kept yourself limited to two drinks in order not to get out of hand, but the second time you were encouraged to let loose. Needless to say, your new friends saw you being a hot mess and you knew you'd never live it down. You had become Zane's favorite drinking buddy, right next to Heath.

But tonight is a night of peace and quiet, you staying in with Rocko and quietly celebrating your birthdays. And since you're not that fond of cake, you had found a bakery that was dedicated to making cakes for pets and ordered one for Rocko. Then once the sun has gone down, you get the cake out of the refrigerator and place four sparklers around the cake. You quickly tug a party hat on over your head and manage to get one on Rocko without him pawing it off, and then light the sparklers before grabbing a bottle of wine in your other hand. After quickly posing for a picture, you blow out the sparklers, take them out, and let Rocko devour his cake.

Once you've got yourself a glass of wine poured and have made yourself comfortable on the couch with some of your favorite movies queued up, you post the picture to your Instagram with the caption: Happy birthday to us! For the last four years, I've been honored to share my birthday with Rocko. All I need for this special day is the love of my fur baby.

Along with the picture of you and Rocko, and his cake, you post another picture with it that's of Rocko laying his head on your lap. After posting, you set your phone aside and settle in to watch movies.

- X - X - X - X - X -

You're in the middle of Jeepers Creepers when your doorbell rings, you startling and then shushing Rocko when you startled him as well. Pressing pause on your movie, you get up to go answer the door. And when you swing it open, you're met with Scott's beaming smile and two cupcakes in hand- one cupcake with a lit candle shoved in it and the other with a dog treat shoved in it.

"Scotty," you chuckle, immediately melting and leaning bashfully against your door.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." He then leans his head in through the doorway, saying, "Happy birthday, Rocko!", to which Rocko woofs in response.

"What are you doing? I thought you were filming at David's tonight?"

"My bit was over with about ten minutes after I had gotten there," he says. "Now come on. Make a wish and blow out your candle."

You can't stop smiling, but you do as you're told. You stare at the flickering flame, make a wish, and then blow it out. Scott mock cheers. "Thank you. I've got beer in the fridge and Jeepers Creepers on TV if you want to stick around."

"Sounds like a plan."

After gesturing him inside, you huff a quiet laugh as he readily kicks off his shoes. As you head for the kitchen, you hear him call out to Rocko and feed your dog his own treat. You then return with a beer for Scott and another glass of wine for yourself, and take a seat on the other side of Rocko since he had snuggled up to Scott himself.

Ten minutes into the movie, you can't help but look at Scott again. He meets your gaze and grins, light from the TV reflecting off his nose ring. "I'm really glad you came, Scotty."

"Yeah? Me too."

Nearing the end of Jeepers Creepers 2, you can't help but take a quick picture of Scott and Rocko as they sleep on the couch. You have no idea how Scott is able to take so much of Rocko's weight on his arm, but he does and he looks quite adorable.

The picture gets posted straight away with the caption: I take back my earlier statement. All I need on this special day are my two favorite boys [heart eyes emoji] #WeakInTheKnees

You're floating in the middle of your pool, Rocko lounging on his own float not too far away as music fills the back yard from a portable speaker sitting on a nearby table. Your hands lazily sweep through the water at your sides to keep your float moving, and your eyes flutter open at the sound of a cat-calling whistle.

David stands at the edge of your pool, camera in hand and pointed directly at you with Jeff and Todd at his sides. Raising your hand, you flip off David's camera and then laugh when you hear Jeff say, "Man, Nerf is never allowed here. He'd be so jealous of Rocko's life."

"One of these days, Wittek, I'm gonna kidnap your dog and hold him hostage for a couple days. He ain't ever gonna wanna go back home to you."

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N."

Todd suddenly whoops as he strips off his shirt, jumping into the pool a moment later. David laughs and when Todd doesn't immediately resurface, dread fills your stomach. David is still giggling and before you can say anything, you're yelping as your float is upended and you're rolling into the water.

Resurfacing and spluttering on water, you splash Todd's laughing face. "You're a dick, Toddy."

"You love me."

"Fuck off."

"Well not as much as you love Scotty."

David and Jeff laugh, and you splash him again. "Will you stop saying I'm in love with him?"

"Why? It's true. You're both just too goddamn oblivious to notice it."

"Oh I notice it," you say as you continue to tread water. "We're just- we can't escape the tip-toeing stage."

"Well escape it," Jeff says. "The sexual tension is killing us."

"God I hate you guys sometimes." Swimming over to the edge of the pool, you accept Jeff's helping hand. Then sitting on the ledge and accepting the towel David passes over, you ask, "So what's up?"

"Scotty's birthday is coming up. We need ideas," Todd says. He swims over, pulling himself out of the water and sitting next to you.

"Well I would offer up my pool, but I've seen how out of hand your parties tend to get. I don't want you to break my house," you say, chuckling.

David opens his mouth to deny the statement, but then shrugs and giggles. "Yeah."

You take a moment to think about it, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. "What are you guys doing for music?"

"Not sure yet. Shouldn't be too hard to find a decent DJ."

"I think I might know someone. Someone pass me my phone." Jeff looks around until he spots it, grabbing it and giving it to you. You bring up your text messages, shooting off a series of texts back to back. "I'm not sure they'll agree, but if they do-"

"Who's they?" David asks.

"Some friends I knew from before they blew up," you say. Your phone dings and you read the texts coming through, smiling. "So my friends are actually in town for a few weeks. They're down to DJ and perform a bit of live music if you want them."

"Well who are they?" Todd wonders.

"If I tell you, not a word of this to anyone. Clear?" All three boys nod. "I know them as Alex and Drew, but they're more famously known as the Chainsmokers."

"Shut the fuck up," David immediately blurts. Todd and Jeff laugh. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah." You pull up the texts, showing them to your friends. "They're down to party. They like to surprise people so they'll probably wear masks or something and play some remixes. Then when things really get going, they'll go live."

"Holy shit." Todd is still laughing. "This party is gonna be dope!"

"Now I'm kind of jealous," Jeff chuckles. "Why couldn't you be my neighbor first?"

You scoop up some water in your hand and fling it over your shoulder. "Shut up." Then looking back at David and Todd, you say, "They'll need a stage to set up their shit. Is that do-able?"

"Uh yeah!" David nods.

"Cool. I'll help you plan some more later, but now I need some ideas. What is a good birthday present?"

"Sex."

"David!" Todd and Jeff laugh, and you attempt to splash water at David. He easily sidesteps it. "I'm serious"

Todd smiles. "Honestly? Sing for him. You know he's been wanting to hear you sing live instead of watching your videos."

"Ugh. I rather seduce him." David high fives you and you laugh directly into his camera. "If you put that in the vlog, I'm gonna drown you, Dobrik."

A week and a half later, it's Scott's birthday. Todd has managed to keep him busy all day, but not after you walked across the street to deliver him a birthday cupcake. Scott had beamed when he saw you, and then hugged you and pressed a kiss to your temple as Todd cooed from around the corner.

You had then proceeded to set up all day, laughing at everyone's reactions when Alex and Drew showed up to set up their area with turntables, lights, fog machines, and a few confetti cannons. You only expected some lights and music, so you thanked them profusely for going all out to which they assured you only the best for the guy who apparently held a special place in your heart. You had blushed that they picked up on that and then sighed when David, Natalie, and Zane overheard and continued to tease you throughout the entire day.

You got ready with all the girls at David's and then arrived at the small warehouse where the party was to take place. Alex and Drew wore light-up masks to conceal their identity until later in the party, and the guests started to show up by the carload.

Scott's started texting you about ten minutes ago, skeptical of Todd's motives and vague answers of where they were driving to. You had anticipated that, so you took a few selfies at your house and at David's beforehand to send to him so he wouldn't suspect you were in on anything. It worked.

You get anxious when you realize Scott and Todd have finally arrived, and the whole crowd of guests go silent. As planned, Todd enters first because there was no way Scott was going to when Todd didn't answer his questions, so it's only after Todd ducks out of the way do the lights flick on and everyone shouts Surprise!

Confetti rains down, and horns and sirens blare. Scott is beaming, hugging all his friends who are the front of the group. When he gets to you, he points an accusing finger in your face before wrapping you up in a hug. You laugh and squeeze your arms around his waist until he lets you go.

You're about to hang back as everyone crowds him, but he grabs your hand and the smile he flashes you has your stomach turning. He squeezes your hand and tugs you closer to his side, and you get the feeling that he doesn't want you to wander off too far from him.

The music is a hit with the crowd, as you expected, and Scott seems to be having a good time. The alcohol is flowing, David is directing bits here and there for the vlog, and everyone is having a good time on the dance floor. But soon enough a cake is being wheeled out and the entire crowd is singing happy birthday. Scott is bashful through the whole thing, he blowing out the candles and dodging the first handful of cake that Todd attempts to smash in his face.

"Alright, alright, alright," Alex says from behind his mask. "You guys throw an insane party, but let's kick things up a notch." The crowd cheers as horns blare over the speakers, but you can see the confusion in numerous faces. The masks finally come off and the crowd erupts louder. Scott's eyes widen and he looks at you in surprise. "We are the Chainsmokers and thank you guys for coming out to Scotty's birthday bash."

The music restarts, fog and confetti blasting as the music comes back on.

"Who the fuck got the Chainsmokers?" Scotty asks.

Everyone looks at you and you shrug. "They're friends of mine. I cashed in a favor."

Scott's eyes sparkle. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, babe. The night is still young."

- X - X - X - X - X -

The crowd is still hyped an hour after Alex and Drew had lifted off their masks, and then they're even more hyped when they realize the Chainsmokers are performing live. You, Scotty, David, Toddy, Natalie, Jeff, Heath, Zane, and Mariah are up on stage, and when the song switches to something a little slower Toddy looks at you expectantly. You wink, but make no move as your friend starts to perform the beginning of their hit song Closer. You can see Mariah lip syncing to Heath and you move to the beat next to Scotty, making him dance with you along to the lyrics. He obliges you, chuckling in amusement, and then pulling you closer to him when the beat drops.

Moments later, a microphone is pressed into your hand and you fight off a smirk when you see Scott's eyes widen as you bring the microphone up to your mouth, leading him towards the middle of the stage. "You look as good as the day I met you. I forgot just why I left you; I was insane."

Todd and Zane scream off to the side, holding onto one another. David records the entire thing and you can see your friends from the corner of your eyes as they get hyped up over you serenading Scotty.

"So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover that I know you can't afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder." You mock bite at his shoulder and Scott laughs. "Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder. We ain't ever getting older."

The beat drops and you're all set to start dancing, but Scotty surprises you. He grabs you by the back of your neck, reels you in, and presses his mouth against yours. Your friends, plus the crowd who you hardly even know, all erupt louder in excitement. Your left hand grasps onto his hip, the other still gripping tight to the microphone. Lights are flashing, confetti is raining down, and you pull back from Scotty to see his bright eyes shining down on you.

Heart pumping furiously, you bring the microphone back up to your mouth to sing, "We ain't ever getting older!" The beat drops yet again and this time it's you who brings him down into a kiss.

Scotty laughing against your mouth sends you into a fit of giggles, and when you eventually pull apart because of all the jostling your friends are doing, he keeps you close enough to mutter, "Best birthday ever," in your ear.

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A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 2

Time was extremely frustrated, and he knew the other boys could tell. The pup’s protege hid an injury from all of them and suffered because of it. An infection was now coursing through his body and while he would make it to the other end, the recovery process would be painful and longer than the average sickness. Time had seen infections such as this one. They caused severe illness, stabbing pain, and horrifying delusions in extreme cases, and Time wasn’t ready to see one of his boys in that state. But he was the unofficial leader of these boys and he would make damn sure they were all alright in the end, no matter what it took.

Time looked at Wild’s face, squinted in pain in his sleep, and sighed. He had sighed a lot with these boys around, mainly in exasperation. Wild was a work in progress but no one minded, they all had their traumas. But Wild couldn’t seem to understand that he had people to care about him deeply all in their own ways. And that saddened all of them.

Time took one last look at Wild’s pained and scarred face, and turned his attention to the boys around their brother-in-arms.

“We’ll stay here for today. It’s not the best decision, but Wild needs rest and is in no condition to travel. We’ll do as Hyrule said and take turns keeping watch over him. This infection is bad and he will need help getting through it. Four I’m trusting you with cooking something edible. Sky, you’re in charge of keeping Hyrule away from the cooking pot.” Time held back a smirk at Hyrule’s noise of indignation. “Twilight you can keep an eye on the cub for a while but I expect you to rest and eat. We do not need another man down if we hope to make any progress tomorrow. Let’s get Wild into his bedroll and we’ll go from there.” As Time said his last sentence, he gently scooped up Wild in his arms, one around his shoulder and the other behind his knees. Wild let out a groan and Time felt a stab of guilt for being part of the reason behind his pain. Wild seemed to instinctively curl further into Time, most likely because Time was wearing his armor which was cooled with the morning breeze. Time smiled slightly at the childlike actions of the young hero.

Once Wild was situated in his arms, he started to head towards Wild’s bedroll, with the rest of the group trailing like lost puppies, all trying to think of something to do to help. ~ Wind was worried. All of his band of heroes felt like the older siblings Wind never had. He resented being treated as the youngest and therefore most delicate, but the group had let up after a small amount of time when they realized how much their babying bothered him sometimes. But Wind appreciated how much they cared for him. He loved all of his brothers and bonded with them over different things. With Wild, he bonded over the sea and coasts of different Hyrules. Wild couldn’t sail like he could, but he did have some funny stories and experiences. Like how he electrocuted himself trying to fish (How?). Wild didn’t talk to anyone at first, so when he finally had a conversation with Wind, although short, Wind was ecstatic. Asking question after question about his journey that Wild patiently answered with his limited usage of his voice at the time. What was his favorite color? Where did he get his tunic? It’s blue like his present from his grandma! Why did he keep his hair that long? Does he just like it that way? Eventually, Warriors had to step in and tell Wind to let Wild breath when he saw the shy teen becoming slightly uncomfortable with the attention, but their relationship was close after that. Wild would always let Wind braid his long hair as he cooked and always listened to his stories about the Great Sea and Tetra and her pirate gang. It was really nice. And now he looked on the brink of death!

When Wind found out from Hyrule that Wild was hiding an infection, Wind was sad. Wild could have told anyone! Wind wouldn’t have made fun of him! He knows what it’s like to be babied and if it bothered Wild that much they could tell Time together! Wind knew he shouldn’t be offended, Wild was just starting to get used to touches and talking for long amounts of time in their small group. He still had a ways to go with teamwork and they all knew that. But Wind just wanted Wild to be okay. And he would be. Wind would make sure of it. Aryll still needed to meet all of her new older brothers, and he had enough knowledge of his grandmother’s soup recipe to assault Wild with bowl after bowl until he felt better. ~ As Sky watched Wild being carried in Time’s arms, he felt disheartened. Wild was one of the last people in Hyrule to deserve to be in the amount of pain he was clearly in. Sky looked at Wild leaning into Time’s hold and smiled, at least slightly, at the sight. It took a team effort, but Sky was the person who first touched Wild without a flinch. When it happened Sky kept calm and smiled on the outside, but on the inside he was screaming with joy. It was a simple hand to the shoulder but it was one of the biggest steps Wild had taken so far. Time had been the first person to touch him out of the group in the beginning. Trying to put his hand on Wild’s shoulder as a welcoming gesture after he joined, only to have the poor teen jump away like he had been burned before Time even made solid contact. He then quietly excused himself and went to the back of the traveling group. Anytime anyone would touch Wild in a friendly manner, he would bolt. It took Sky a while after that to attempt contact, he didn’t want the poor guy to be terrified of him! One night while they were having a conversation around the campfire, the subject of Wild’s past came up. He looked like he was trying not to shake while he told the horrifying story of Guardian lasers, memory loss, and loneliness even before Ganon. He kept looking to Twilight, who would give him encouraging smiles, and Sky assumed Twilight had tried to get Wild to open up a little, and the main story all just spilled out. He could see the look of horror and sympathy on his fellow traveler's faces, and Twilight looked like he wanted to reach out but was scared of Wild’s reaction. So Sky made a terrifying decision. If this didn’t work Wild would most likely flee into the forest for hours so he had to be cautious.

Sky made eye contact first with Wild first, so that it wouldn’t be a surprise, He then slowly lifted his hand, not above his face in case it looked in Wild’s mind he wanted to hit him. And slowly Sky brought his hand down on Wild’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch! Oh, thank Hylia he didn’t flinch! Sky would relive that terrifying moment over and over again if it meant he would get to see the precious ways Wild’s eyes lit up when he too realized he didn’t shield away. ~ Wild was the craziest motherfucker Warriors had ever met. He had seen that kid hop on a Lynal's like a horse and ride it for as long as possible. He had watched him light forests ablaze, ride bears in his underwear and jump off the highest cliffs into the water below. So watching that same feral gremlin being so still except for the occasional wince and whimper was like a blow to the chest. Warriors really enjoyed the company of the kid when he wasn’t being batshit insane… well even then, it was fun to watch. Legend and Warriors may bicker at least 3 times a day, but when it comes to the safety of one of the younglings in their group, they might as well have been telepathic. The second Hyrule asked for potions Legend and Warriors knew what to do. Warriors knew he probably shouldn’t have taken Wild from his mentor when they returned with the potions, but he wasn’t thinking about anything except making sure Wild got better. Although Warriors would never admit it, this was the kid that taught him to properly tame a horse.

He was used to the castle steeds for the most part, or horses that were at least slightly domesticated. But everything in Wild’s Hyrule lived up to its namesake. So when Warriors and Wild were alone one afternoon passing time near a stable, Wild offered to teach him. Warriors wasn’t necessarily scared of the wild horses but he didn’t feel like getting a kick to the chest and end up with a few broken ribs to end the evening. When he told Wild as such, Wild simply laughed and told him to pick one. He picked a horse that looked pink in the sunlight, and Wild ran off to tame it. She was a stubborn one but after many falls to the ground and giving Warriors about five heart attacks, Wild brought him the horse. She was then named Bella and Warriors fell in love with her gentle but stubborn personality. Wild taught him to train a wild horse to stay on the paths around his Hyrule and to adjust them to wearing a saddle. All the while Warriors couldn’t help but marvel at the pyromaniac Hero of Wild being the most gentle being in Hyrule and cooing at the horse to calm it down when she was spooked. It made Warriors feel an odd sense of pride. And from the moment Wild registered Bella in the stable for him to visit whenever they returned, Warriors knew they were brothers. ~ Wild once told Four that he was a calming presence in a group full of chaos, which was funny coming from the God of chaos himself. While Four’s eyes sometimes twitch involuntarily at Hyrule and Wild’s antics, he didn’t try to stop them unless it was terribly dangerous. Four knew Wild was called that for a reason, he needed to be free to an extent. Four enjoyed talking to Wild. They didn’t need to talk about the past, or the present, or the future, they could talk about anything they wanted. It could be somewhere about their adventures or the weapons they liked. Well, Wild’s favorites before they broke on him. That’s one of the things that worried Four the most, Wild breaking weapons, bows, and shields. He could tell from the way Wild fought Guardians that at least one scar was from his shield breaking at the wrong moment, forcing him to take the Guardian’s laser head-on. And Hylia above wasn’t that how he died in the first place? Every time something broke on Wild, it sent a spike of paralyzing fear shooting through his heart. Once a sword broke on him right as he was making a risky move to attack a bokoblin from Warriors' Hyrule. He almost didn’t make it out of that one.

Four decided then and there that he would make something to last. The next time he had access to a forge he spent days crammed within, not letting anyone in except Time and Legend to get their opinions. He wanted it to be one of the best swords he had ever made. Finally, when it was finished, he surprised Wild. He presented it to Wild when he walked with him at the back of the group on a clear day to not overwhelm him with other eyes on him. Wild was doing better at socializing and chatting at the front of the group, but sometimes he got overwhelmed and lipped to the back. The others would check-in by simply asking how he liked his surroundings or something simple, but didn’t crowd him. Four presented the sword a little awkwardly, just now realizing how slightly out of the blue it was. It was a sword that had a sky blue tint to it, similar to the color of Wild’s tunic, and Sky had helped him paint the flower, Wild had called it the Silent Princess, going up along the blade of the sword. Four knew the paint would be chipped but he wanted it to at least be beautiful when it was presented. When Wild saw it, and then realized it was for him, Four could have sworn he saw tears gathering at the corners of Wild’s eyes. Without thinking Wild jumped on Four in a hug and murmured thank you’s over and over until his voice was slightly hoarse. At first, Four didn’t know how to respond. Twilight hugged Wild more and more now that he was getting used to touches, but he had never seen Wild jump into one so enthusiastically. Four gladly returned it after a moment of shock.

Except when Wild didn’t use it, he was worried he had made a mistake. He asked Wild about him not using the sword he made. He assured Wild he wasn’t offended, but he needed to know if something was wrong, like if the balance was wrong. Wild blushed a deep red and stumbled through an explanation, that he was terrified he would break the blade Four made specifically for him like he breaks everything else. Four had to assure him a million times that using it was what it was there for and he could forge another, but Wild still rarely used it. But Four made him promise he would use it if he needed it and Wild agreed. As far as Four knew, it was still in peacefully tucked in his slate. ~ Hyrule didn’t know how he had become the unofficial medic for the team of heroes. He supposed it was because of his healing magic, but still, it was a stressful job when someone was seriously injured. This job got ten times more stressful when it was his best friend, who was more stubborn about “being fine” than even Twilight and Time, which was quite impressive.

Hyrule had bonded sooner with Wild than most of the others except Twilight and Sky. Hyrule believed that as wanderers, they were both just drawn to each other, like they knew what the other had experienced. Both felt at home off of the main roads, running around the forest among the mushrooms and trees. They were mildly responsible at first until Hyrule learned of a beautiful art called Shield Surfing, then it all went downhill, literally. Wild taught Hyrule the perfect hills to use this ancient technique passed down from the Gods themselves. It was hard to find his balance at first, but once he did they spent the afternoon crashing into each other and giggling like madmen. Until Wolfie finally found them and dragged their asses back to camp.

After that, they always snuck away when Hyrule was antsy or Wild was overwhelmed. Sometimes Hyrule would use Wild’s slate to take dumb pictures like when Wild surfed right onto a Lynal. Or other times, they would just lay among the fireflies and look at the stars and talk, or sit in comfortable silence. No matter what, it helped them cope with the changing worlds around them. After all, the stars still existed in every Hyrule. ~ When Wild was better Legend was going to kill him. The idiot had hidden a stab wound from them, and then gone and had let it get infected. Now he was in pain and whimpering and there was nothing Legend could do. Legend had made the promise that he wouldn’t get attached to any of these so-called heroes when they first all came together. Their jobs were dangerous and caring was a liability. But as time went on and more Links joined their little ensemble, or band as Wind called them, that got harder to do. Now Legend had to grudgingly admit that he cared for all of his brothers-in-arms, even Warriors he supposed.

And now one of them had gone and gotten himself sick and infected. It wasn’t fair, Wild didn’t deserve this. But life wasn’t fair, Legend had learned that very quickly. Legend had to admit he really loved this dumb fucking kid. He was fun and loving and had overcome so much. Legend was wary of him at first. He had been completely silent, barley even signing when they first met. But Sky, Twilight, and Hyrule slowly coaxed him out of his shell, and one night they both couldn’t sleep, so they both happened to be at the fire. Wild had been scrolling through his slate, and Legend had asked how much it could hold. So what? Curiosity got the best of him. Wild quietly answered his questions and showed him his armor. Legend and Wild talked for hours about the fascinating things they collected (not hoarded like Warriors would say), and how they were of use. Wild seemed scared of his reaction to all of his jewelry and what he called the Gerudo vai outfit. When Legend asked to see one outside the slate since it seemed so finely made, Wild’s shoulder seemed to lose some tension and he brought out his Sapphire Circlet. The two simply talked for the rest of the night, and some more serious topics were brought out, such as Wild’s fear of crowds and strangers. It was sometimes hard to tell when a Yiga Clan member was ready to jump out and attack him if he didn’t talk to them first. Legend told him vaguely of some adventures and how he didn’t like falling asleep because he didn’t want to dream anymore. He didn’t elaborate far, but Wild understood after the Shrine of Resurrection. After that night the two began to interact more, and enjoy each other's company. And if anyone else saw their bedrolls closer some nights, or Wild shuffling closer to Legend in Castle Town, no one said anything. ~ Once again his cub was suffering, and once again there was nothing Twilight could do. As he watched Time carry his cub away, he felt sick himself. He would never regret taking on Wild as his protege, not for a single second. He loved that kid like he loved the kids in Ordon. He was his little brother and he deserved the world. But all he got was pain. Twilight was frustrated, of course, Wild hid an infected injury from them for Hylia’s sake. Wild was getting better about trust and coming forward with problems, but he still had a hell of a way to go.

Twilight flashed back to a night some time ago. When Twilight was on watch one night, he heard shuffling and quiet murmuring. He turned to see Wild in the midst of what looked to be another nightmare of his death. He was already a wolf, using his heightened senses for hearing monsters, and raced over, careful not to wake anyone. He nudged Wild with his snout as Wild jumped up with a strangled scream. His haunted eyes turned to Twilight and latched onto him and sobbed into his fur within a matter of seconds.

“I-I’m so-sorry Twi I-I-didn’t mean to bother you. B-b-but this one was so so bad Twi.” Wild sobbed as his voice cracked. Twilight took a risk and shifted back to his human form to talk to him. If Wild wanted him in his wolf form he would shift back instantly. Anything to make him feel better. Wild continued to murmur apologies and Twilight's heart broke. Wild could never bother Twilight with his problems. Hylia knows he has far too many for his age. Twilight lifted the cub into his lap and hugged him fiercely as he rocked back and forth. He ran one hand through Wild’s disheveled hair as he whispered soothing words into his ear. Telling him to never be sorry for feeling things. It wasn’t healthy to keep them bottled. Wild’s hands clutched Twilight’s pelt as his sobs slowly turned into soft hiccups.

“Do you need to talk about it?” Twilight whispered as he still rocked Wild. When he received no answer, he looked down as far as he could to find his cub fast asleep, tucked in the crook of Twilight's neck, hands still clutched in his pelt. Twilight let out a small chuckle and stayed like that for the rest of his watch, throwing a rock at Warriors’ leg to wake him up for his turn. Warriors was about to yell at him, but then noticed the small teen in Twilight’s arms. He gave Twilight an understanding smile and took his watch without protest. No one knew who took the picture on Wild’s slate the next day of Twilight and Wild curled up under Time’s cloak, and Wild never had the heart to delete it even if it made him slightly embarrassed. Even if he did, Wind had an extra pictograph. ~ Twilight smiled slightly at the memory. He calmed down slightly when remembering how many people cared for their Wild Child.

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Shippo is having a rough time accepting Kagome’s pregnancy--how can Inuyasha resolve this?

This can be a stand alone--but it is a continuation of Mine

You can also read both on here.

Just a fluffy piece, smut was in Mine though if you want to go back and reread that

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It had been an eventful year since Kagome returned to the feudal era. The first three months had been difficult without Inuyasha’s love and his added constant avoidance to talking about their feelings, but once they cleared up the misunderstanding with Satsuki the headman’s daughter of their… ‘engagement’, and the beginning of Kagome’s priestess training, things had gone really realllllllllly well.

Inuyasha revealed to her he had built a hut for them if she had ever decided to return to him from the well. In his foolishness of thinking she desired anything other than a life with him, he neglected to share with her that he had built them a home. Kagome had been confused of course; he had stayed on the roof of her hut every night since she had returned or if it rained, he came in and slept on the other side of the room from her. She had questioned why he didn’t sleep in his own home… In bashfulness, he revealed he couldn’t be away from her… even if they were just friends. The confession still made her smile.

She had been grateful for their new hut he had gifted her—not that she wasn’t thankful for her first hut, but it was a spare. It never really felt like it was truly hers. Honestly it was probably because Inuyasha and her weren’t exactly sharing it. But, now that he had shown her their new home, and divulged his plans of the future with her, she couldn’t feel more at peace. She couldn’t wait to move her few belongings into his hut once she had seen it more thoroughly. It was more private than the one she was currently residing in because it was inside his forest. He had used some of the ideas from her future home—obviously, he had her comfort and well being in mind. Some of the framing, metal work, and shelving stood out to her the most. She wondered if Totosai lent a hand to him.

They had met with the headman the evening after they mated and received their blessing fully to be married. Satsuki had been… missing when they arrived. Haruki said Sango had escorted his daughter home but refused to listen to his words about Inuyasha. Kagome felt slightly guilty, like she misled the poor girl. She, more than anyone, knew what it was like to be in love with the half demon and him not love her back… or at least think he didn’t. Inuyasha had made sure to console her out of her guilt, telling her he never made eyes at Satsuki and he had not been unfaithful to the young girl whatsoever—Kagome was always his woman. He thought he had made it clear… If anyone was at fault aside from Satsuki, it would be him.

After they had moved all their stuff into his home in the forest, news had begun to travel around the village. Inuyasha had been overwhelmed by the support and respect they received for mating, as well as their upcoming marriage. No one knew of their night in the woods; but they did mention to the headman they performed the demon ritual to be bonded and married but would also respectfully want to bond the human way as well—especially since Kagome was training to be the head priestess of the village. Kagome knew that the villagers wouldn’t have been a problem, but then again, he never asked her for her opinion. He had been too afraid of total rejection or humiliation. All he could do was grumble and pout over her teasing.

Months grew busy with the winter season approaching and they spent more time apart gathering, harvesting, and helping everyone prepare for the cold temperatures. Kaede and Miroku performed an actual marriage ceremony right before the first snowfall. It was quiet, small—much to Inuyasha’s preference. Only their pack was invited to the ceremony and while the village headman threw a banquet afterwards, Inuyasha found a way to ‘miss’ it. Kagome didn’t complain either—she couldn’t get enough of the way his mouth drew hot flaming desire from her. Honestly, since she hadn’t even had a moment to talk to Satsuki and didn’t want the drama—she just wanted to enjoy her mate and husband’s attentions more than talking to a young girl over her unrequited feelings.

As the weather began to shift, Inuyasha had become fearful exposing Kagome to the harsh winters that she wasn’t totally used to and Kaede had agreed. She had assured Kagome that Miroku and her could handle any duty that was spiritual or healing related for the time being until she got more acclimated. The dirty old bird also hinted to spending more time as husband and wife so she could get some grandchildren.

Kaede had gotten her wish—after three months of marriage, early spring, Kagome announced she was a couple moons pregnant to their pack. By later summer/early fall on her year anniversary she was showing noticeably. There was a more than obvious swell to her abdomen as she made her rounds with the older priestess and her very overly protective husband. She tried to ease his anxieties by allowing him to escort her around… but that didn’t mean it didn’t drive her absolutely insane. Oddly he wasn’t her biggest worry though.

Shippo had been gone for most of the winter and came back in the spring but had begun acting strangely when he came back. He was nervous, fought with Inuyasha more than ever for her attentions, often grew extremely upset when they discussed adding onto their already fair-sized house, and often opted to stay with Sango and Miroku instead of them…

While Kagome enjoyed her alone time with Inuyasha, she still missed her loving fox child. He had been respective when they were first mated and slept in the spare room unless Inuyasha had to leave for an extermination; then she would sleep in his room with him. But something changed, right after Inuyasha recognized her scent of pregnancy.

“Kagome, are you tired? Do you need to rest?” Inuyasha questioned, hovering at her side.

“No, I’m okay—you let me sleep in this morning so that definitely helped from yesterday,” she smiled gazing into those beautiful worried amber eyes. She reached up on her tiptoes kissing his cheek and nuzzled under his chin to show she was still being submissive but didn’t need to rest. She had felt bad; she was rather far along with her pregnancy and they hadn’t been able to make love in fear she would go into labor early. They explored other ways to find release but even then, he was so determined for her safety and comfort, it was usually just her being pleasured. He explained to her multiple times how mate-ship worked—how it was his job to comfort, protect, provide, and care for her. His needs would always be secondary compared to hers.

“Kagome, child, I think our rounds are indeed finished for the afternoon. Why don’t the two of ye go pick some herbs and enjoy the nice day. I will come visit ye later for ye’s checkup, hm? I would like to examine your area and see if ye are any further along than yesterday.”

“Sure, thank you Kaede,” Kagome said with a bow taking her husband’s arm and proceeding towards the woods. She had begun having contractions last week. Very far and few between each one but when she was checked yesterday, she was starting to dilate. Last night, they started to come more frequently to where she had been struggling to sleep. Kaede had encouraged her to make rounds with her today to walk a bit, to speed things along so she didn’t have to endure another sleepless night. Inuyasha had begrudgingly agreed—only to help Kagome be out of pain quicker.

“Inuyasha?”

“Hm?”

“Have you noticed Shippo is acting… I don’t know… kind of strange lately?”

“Not really—just like a male demon who can’t be close to a female who has been mated,” he gruffed.

“I don’t think it’s just that though…” she said stopping in the middle of the road.

“What then?” he asked concerned. “Kagome?”

“I just… feel like I’ve done something to upset him…” she said trembling.

“Uh-uhm-Kagome! Don’t cry! I-I’ll talk to the runt, ok??”

“I-I can’t help it,” she said leaning into his chest crying. Not being able to get in closer to him upset her further until she was in full hysterics. Her stupid bump made her cry harder! She was done being pregnant, emotional, huge, ugly—

“Ka-kagome??”

“I’m a freaking whale!! I can’t even hug you right!!!”

“Kagome!” Inuyasha chided her. Gods, he was probably sick and perverted but honestly, he thought his wife and mate never looked sexier to him. Plump and filled with his pup? If he could keep her that way he would—but she had been starting to show some discomfort and lose her self-confidence. While he continued to assure her his perceptions of her were unchanged, ultimately he couldn’t wait for her to birth their future child. He was just unsure how to calm her down. Her mood swings were worse than normal with her lack of sleep and now her worrying about Shippo.

“Lady Kagome? Lord Inuyasha??”

Inuyasha turned to see Satsuki standing a couple feet away from them. She looked slightly hopeful… and almost comforted at the scene before her—him, his pregnant hyper-sensitive mate crying in his arms; Gods, he prayed they would kill him right then. He really didn’t want to have console two women, one of which he would have been happy to never see again.

“Sa-Satsuki?” Kagome hiccupped.

“Is everything alright?” Satsuki asked.

“Yea, she’s just… worried,” he said. He had learned after the first three moons to watch his words and not say the first thing that popped into his mind—it had made the beads became a very appealing tool for her. Then after they were used, there’d be more tears. Guilt. He was probably just as tired if not more so than his mate. Thank Gods pregnancy was only nine moons.

“Are you sure? Lady Kagome?”

“Yes, yes I’m fine. Just hormonal. My mate is doing a good job comforting me though,” she looked up at him smiling softly. He returned her smile, swearing all the sits were worth it. He loved this woman beyond measure. He’d permanently live in the ground if that was what she wanted… well as long as he was able to still have her ride on top of him, anyway. After tasting what it was like to be with her, he could never be celibate ever again.

“Oh, that’s uhm… Good. Yes. Very good.”

Kagome could hear in her voice she was in fact disappointed it was not an actual serious fight. She could feel her now agitation rising but with Inuyasha arms tightening around her, she was able to reign herself back in swallowing thickly.

“Sorry we haven’t been able to talk Satsuki…” Kagome offered.

Satsuki was holding back, and she could tell. She was trying to smile but it didn’t reach her eyes let alone the rest of her face. “It’s okay, Lady Kagome. You were the obvious victor after all… no need to rub salt in the wounds.”

“’Victor’?”

“Of course, anyone who would give their body so willingly would be able to win the man.”

Inuyasha started to growl and Kagome began to shake with anger. Had she seen them that night in the Sacred Tree? But how? No one else in the village had treated her any differently… then again, she was never really alone with anyone…

“What are you saying, Satsuki?” she asked as she tried to shift out of Inuyasha’s arms. He briefly snarled but she pressed her hand to his upper arm and allowed him to wrap his around her waist as she turned to face Satsuki fully.

“I know about the evening you had… shared yourself with Lord Inuyasha. I was honestly surprised to witness that you had taken such a rash course of action when you found out he was to be engaged to me…”

“Satsuki that’s not—”

“Kagome!” Sango called from down the road running towards her.

“Sango? What’s wrong?” Kagome looked to her friend.

“Shippo took off again! He’s really upset! Miroku tried to chase after him but fell victim to one of his tricks! Inuyasha! You need to speak with him at once! This is getting out of hand,” Sango protested.

“We’re a little busy here at the moment, Sango,” he seethed looking at the woman standing across from them trying to threaten his pregnant mate.

“Inuyasha, I can handle her, please, go—Please! Go get my Shippo,” Kagome looked to him frantically trying to not erupt into more sadness. He swore internally. He couldn’t not go get the kit, but he also didn’t want to leave her to handle this crazy little bitch.

“Inuyasha, I will stay with your mate,” Sango said approaching and blatantly ignoring the girl that stood in front of them. Sango was the best beta he could have ever asked for in his pack. While Miroku was his brother in arms and spirit, Sango was a fierce warrior and communicated well with him in a way that made his instincts relax. He looked down at his wife and nodded then kissed her lips fiercely; he hoped to put on a show for the bystander to make sure she knew who the fuck she was talking to—and that he loved and desired and longed and craved and yearned for his mate—that he adored her and worshipped her, would seek out embarrassment for her to feel secure—that he wanted more than just her body.

Once he felt his wife was thoroughly ravished, he smirked down at her blushing face and scent of arousal he had coaxed then kissed her forehead, “I won’t be long.” He quickly headed off in the way of Sango’s home to catch the runt’s scent.

Kagome stood and watched flustered, blushing hotly as her husband ran off after th-th- thattttttt . What was he trying to prove? She rested a hand on her stomach and then she heard a scoff making her turn back to— ooooooh . THAT was the point he was trying to prove. That he loved her and not Satsuki. If anything, he only basically pissed her off further. She felt Sango wrap an arm around her shoulder giggling at the show her friend had put on making Kagome turn her gaze to her best friend, still madly blushing.

“I’d say he is getting anxious about just having you all to himself,” Sango teased.

“Hmmmmm,” she hummed happily distracted until Satsuki groaned again from being ignored. She thought maybe the young girl didn’t like the idea Kagome was lost in thoughts of her husband… the man the girl pined after.

“Satsuki, I’m honestly not sure what the problem is here—Inuyasha loves Kagome. He has always loved Kagome. While you think he fell for you while she was gone, that was just simply not the case. He was awaiting Kagome’s return,” Sango chastised.

“If that were true Lady Sango, why didn’t he make his intentions known? Also, Lady Kagome never showed her interests until after my father spoke with Lord Inuyasha—which, I can’t say I blame him for choosing her. She gave her body so freely to him before marriage—humping him against a tree—no wonder such an honorable man had to marry a—”

Sango grabbed the girl by her kimono and pulled her close to her and glared down into her eyes, “Don’t. Finish. That. Sentence…”she threatened.

“Sango—Stop!”

“Kagome! She was about to dishonor you!”

“It’s alright Sango,” Kagome tried to soothe. “What happened is in the past. I don’t regret my decision to share myself with Inuyasha that night. Or ever. He is my mate and husband. Satsuki clearly does not understand what that means to a demon.”

“She also doesn’t know what it means to be patient or wait at home like I told her to when I dropped her off at the village after our bath,” Sango added, releasing the younger girl’s kimono.

“I was worried about Lord Inuyasha and apparently had every right to be!”

“Satsuki, demons don’t just take lovers or are that easily enticed… Demon’s typically only mate once they find their true-mate. While demons have more basic instincts attuned to nature, they also have more… control. That night, he bonded with me; the act is something a demon wouldn’t do unless they instinctually knew the other person or being was their true mate—someone to share their lifespan with, be with for an eternity,” Kagome explained.

“Lord Inuyasha is not just a demon!”

“No, you are right Satsuki,” Sango said. “But his human heart also chose Kagome long ago… you were young when we all traveled together to gather the Shikon Jewel shards and probably don’t remember how Inuyasha used to be—but Inuyasha had chosen Kagome. When Kagome returned, his human heart was what actually kept him from claiming her—because she had wanted to continue with her priestess training. He had thought that he couldn’t be with her. She proved to him that he was wrong by well…” the slayer blushed knowing what exactly happened in the tree. She had made Kagome tell her every detail. It was so romantic and daring—she almost wished she had a demon husband to launch them into a tree to try it.

Kagome cleared her throat and blushed slightly, “Anyway… it was not to betray you Satsuki or to even take him away from you. Didn’t your father talk to you? Inuyasha said he had already declined the proposal before he met us by the hot springs.”

“He said that, but I didn’t believe him; so, I went in search of Lord Inuyasha and that was when I had seen you two in the tree. I had wanted to confront you at your wedding but you two missed the celebration my father had decided to throw for you… I see why,” she gestured towards the baby resting inside Kagome’s womb.

“Satsuki, I did not become pregnant until the late winter. But yes, we did what married couples do the evening of our wedding…”

“Satsuki, in the demon world, Kagome and Inuyasha married the night they were in the tree. It is not for you to cast judgment upon what they did or how they did it—they were and are still very much in love with each other. They love each other so much they are bringing another member into our pack,” Sango informed as she lightly grazed the bump that would be her niece or nephew.

Satsuki looked like she was backed into a corner. She looked hurt, confused, and disheartened. Kagome felt bad for the poor girl. The poor thing really didn’t understand… Honestly, Kagome wouldn’t have either back when she was fifteen, but after traveling with Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku for a year she learned a lot about demon nature and the world you didn’t learn in a village.

“I hope… we can be friends, Satsuki… I’m sorry you felt I betrayed your trust,” Kagome reached out to lightly rest a hand on her forearm before she retracted it, then looked to Sango and followed her back to her home to help Miroku.

Before they got too far, she winced making Sango stop short and gather her friend in her arms, “Big one?”

“Uhhhhhh…” she groaned gasping a little for air when she caught herself holding her breath. “Biggest one for far. Gods, how’d you do this twice?? Ugh, and allow him for a third round??”

Sango giggled and rubbed her shoulders soothingly, “Shhh, it’s okay; take a deep breath. There you go; let’s get back home quickly. Once we get Miroku out of his prison, I’ll send him to retrieve Kaede.”

Where the fuck was that damn runt?!! He had been upsetting Kagome for months now and he was over it. The little fuck was going to get a fucking piece of his mind! He had no idea what had gotten into him! He was fine when they mated and fuck—even when he made the tyke sleep in the spare room rather than with Kagome he only bitched a little.

He finally caught up to him—he had stopped by the river and he was—what the fuck? Why was he crying?!!

“Shippo! What the fuck is your problem??” he yelled landing next to the fox kit.

“Go away, Inuyasha. Go be with your happy little family…”

“What are you talking about?? Kagome is worried about you and you should know that’s not good for her or the pup!”

“I don’t care!!!”

“…What the fuck do you mean ‘you don’t care’?!” Inuyasha was starting to lose his patience. His inner demon blood was boiling at the thought this other male demon held no remorse that he could be potentially endangering his mate let alone their pup.

“I mean that I. Don’t. Care !!!” Shippo yelled glaring at the older half-demon. “There’s no place for me so why should I care?!!?”

“There’s no—” Inuyasha paused… No place for him? What the fuck was he talking about?

“Shippo… What—Are you fucking stupid !?!?”

“Leave me alone, Inuyasha!”

“Shippo answer me! What is your deal?! Why the fuck are you saying there’s no place for you??”

“Because there isn’t!!!”

Inuyasha took a moment and watched his young pack member break at the seams… Of course there was a place for Shippo. Hell, if there was a place he could call home, a mate he could call his, of course the runt belonged!

“Shippo, your place is with us. You’re part of my pack.”

“No! Not anymore! Sango and Miroku, I understood! They’re human—I understood why they wanted children of their own. That was fine; I still had you. Then when Kagome returned it was great! We were our own happy family! Then—then you pupped her! You’re replacing me! Someone with your own blood! Then Sango is pregnant again! I’m just not enough! I’m not wanted!” the fox demon cried.

Inuyasha was in an awkward and uncomfortable position. Kagome was better at this kind of crap than he was. But for her sake, he’d try. He needed to get some of the stress and worry off her before she popped.

“Look—Shippo—just because Miroku and Sango are having another kid doesn’t mean they don’t accept you… Just because Kagome and I are also gonna have one soon… fuck… If Kagome heard you say that, it’d break her heart, Shippo. She loves you. She calls you her baby. Like—like she actually is your mother. Watching her with you… it was one of the reasons I thought I was ready to be a father, because she was so ready to be a mother. Not that I think I’ll be very good at it—I’m kinda a fuck up when it comes to you but, I figured with Kagome as a mother, everything would be alright.”

Shippo looked up at him and took in his words. He began to calm down and rubbed his eyes to wash away the tears, “You—You really think I’m a part of your family?”

“’Course I do. Kagome wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, your little brother or sister is gonna need you to look for them.”

“You’re better at being someone’s old man than you think,” Shippo offered making Inuyasha raise an eyebrow.

“Whatever. We should get going… your mom was having some signs of labor and Kaede was supposed to come check on her.”

“Really? Already??”

“Well, you have been avoiding us recently. It’s been stressing her out.”

“Am I to blame??” Shippo’s face fell as his voice rose in panic.

“Nah, pup is fully grown anyway and ready to come out. Come on, you can ride on my shoulder,” Inuyasha offered.

“Thank you… Old man…” Inuyasha smiled at the term of endearment the fox kit gave to him as he launched to cling to Inuyasha’s shoulder as they ran.

When they were en route to return, he knew something was wrong. He could smell anxiety, fear, and worst of all blood . He sped up with Shippo gripping onto his shoulder and saw Miroku and Rin outside his home with the girls and their son.

“Miroku?? Wh—” he was cut off by the agonizing scream his wife made and almost lost his shit.

“Inuyasha! Kagome went into labor while you were gone—she’s alright! Sango and Kaede are helping her. You should remain out here—”

“Are you fucking crazy?!? My MATE is in there giving birth to my PUP!!”

“Lord Inuyasha, Lord Miroku is right, it is improper for the husbands to be present in the birthing room,” Rin chimed in calmly while playing with the girls and young boy.

“Inuyasha isn’t just Kagome’s husband though! He’s her mate! He should be allowed to go in if he wants!!” Shippo protested hoping off Inuyasha’s shoulder to stand in front of him.

“Inuyasha?” Sango said from the doorway catching everyone’s attention. “Kagome is asking for you—if you’re alright with that.”

“Of course I am!!!” he yelled and stomped past her. He stood with Sango at his side gazing at his mate who was laying down panting heavily, sweating from exertion, wincing from the pain. His ears flattened and he leapt without a second thought to kneel beside her.

“Inu—yasha—“Kagome gasped brokenly.

“Kagome—I’m so sorry—“ he apologized lifting her hand that was grasping a towel on the floor. He felt terrible she was going through this pain. He had done this to her. Shit. Not to mention he had left her alone—

“Yash—it’s not your fault. This—is normal —” she cried out in pain again feeling another stupid tremor in her lower back, burning down to her core, feeling an immense amount of pressure build.

“What can I do Kagome? Tell me—I’ll do anything,” he whined.

She caught her breath and looked at him and reached for his ears which he lowered his head to let her reach while he side eyed the other two women in the room to make sure they kept their comments to themselves. Thankfully, they only smiled at the couple as they continued to get additional towels laid out and brew a pain reducing tea for Kagome.

“Yash—Can I—”

“Anything Kagome. Just name it.”

“Can I lay my back against you?” He nodded fervently and moved behind her then slowly lifted her so she was reclining against his chest between his legs as he held her to him, stroking her arms, pushing her hair out of her face and pressing comforting chaste kisses against her head as she took deep breaths.

She reached for one of his hands and he quickly gave it to her as she tensed up, crying out her pain of her next contraction—they were getting closer and closer, lasting longer each time. Kaede came back and lifted up the yukata Kagome was wearing and looked to Sango who nodded and went to Kagome's side, wiping the sweat from her brow lovingly with a cold wet cloth.

“Okay Kagome, it’s time to start pushing, alright?”

“M-mhmmm,” she winced.

“On my count child; next one we will, alright?” Kaede prompted

Nodding Kagome swallowed and shifted her cheek against Inuyasha's chest for comfort. He began to rumble deeply not caring anyone else was present—he needed to relax and comfort his mate. His human half that felt embarrassment from the action could go to hell at the very moment.

“Alright child,” Kaede said calmly after a few minutes which felt like seconds to Kagome. “One, two, push.”

Kagome grasped Inuyasha's hand tightly, squeezing her eyes shut and let her body do what it needed to do while screaming out her pain.

“Few more seconds; keep going child,” Kaede coaxed. “Alright. Take a deep breath. We’ll go again here in a moment.”

“Oh God—” she sobbed. This was horrible. How did women do this multiple times without pain medication??

“Kagome, you’re strong. I’m right here. But you’re stronger than you think. You can do this—come on—” Inuyasha soothed resuming his rumbling.

She nodded and Kaede gave her the signal it was time; she pushed again clenching her teeth and then whimpering the final moments before she couldn’t exert herself anymore.

“Oh Kagome,” Sango gasped happily holding her leg and rubbing it softly. “The baby—”

“What?? What’s wrong??” she panicked.

“No-No! Nothing is wrong. The baby has his ears! Just like you wanted,” Sango encouraged.

Kagome half-laughed half hiccupped from a sob trying to come out. Inuyasha kissed her temple and nuzzled her with his chin.

“Alright Kagome, once we get past the shoulders it’ll go easier. Ready? Push,” Kaede commanded reassuringly.

Kagome gave it all she had; she just wanted to hold her baby in her arms. She wanted to be out of this pain. She—oh fuck! She still needed to inquire about Shippo!

“Kagome relax—it’s okay,” Inuyasha soothed sensing her panic. “We’re almost there.”

“Shi—Shippo?”

“He’s outside. He’s fine. He wants you to have his brother or sister—focus Kagome,” Inuyasha pressed.

“Kagome, child, relax—ye need to start again, now,”

Kagome cried out again and felt like she was burning, tearing , Gods help her!

After a few more prompts from Kaede, strong reassurances from Sango, purrs and kisses from Inuyasha, finally she was at her last push when the baby cried out making her gasp. She looked back up to his face and saw him smiling softly down at her.

Sango moved away to help Kaede cut the cord and then moved to clean the child before wrapping the baby. Kagome watched worriedly but smiled tearily as Sango came back and knelt beside her placing the babe in her outstretched arms, “It’s a girl.”

Kagome gasped thickly and allowed her tears to fall freely moving her head back to see Inuyasha again who wrapped his arms around the both of them to steady her shakiness.

“A—a girl??” She looked down at her lovely baby girl; she was almost identical to her father. Bright silver hair, pointed ears on top of her head, but bright amethyst eyes. “Heyyyy there,” Kagome swooned quietly, scared her voice might break.

The baby’s ears twitched making Kagome sigh in delight and her hand attentively reached over to stroke one.

“Kagome, we need to deliver the after birth.” Kagome nodded giving the baby to Sango and did as she was told by Kaede’s instructions. Once she was done and cleaned up, Inuyasha lifted her in his arms to lay on the futon; Sango had laid out some towels to catch any additional bleeding and positioned the pillows they made to prop her to a sitting position. He removed his haori and engulfed her in it before he went outside while Sango helped Kaede finish cleaning up after offering Kagome the baby to feed her.

“Yo, runt. Come meet your baby sister,” Inuyasha said.

Miroku, Rin, and Shippo smiled while they gasped their joy. Shippo ran in as Miroku and Rin congratulated the half-demon. Sango and Kaede emerged encouraging them it was time to go only to be shocked to see Satsuki standing at the hillside with a basket in her arms.

Biting her lip, she stepped forward and rested the basket between them and stepped back. Inuyasha could only surmise it was what appeared to be an offering of peace.

“I just wanted to apologize to Lady Kagome for my behavior this past year… I will do what’s right and speak with the villagers—not that they took my words to heart anyway… And—I—and to you, Lord Inuyasha; I apologize for my misunderstandings of your intentions. I—I am glad you picked Lady Kagome as your mate and wife. It seems she understands you better than anyone…” she bowed to extend her respect.

Everyone watched to see what Inuyasha would do—not only had this girl just caused an unpleasant encounter with them today, she had apparently been spreading things throughout the village. Kaede had heard the gossip and quickly smothered it and Kagome’s pure heart diminished any other sign of distrust or malice within them. Her powers remained strong and that was more than enough proof to them what kind of woman Kagome was. The villagers had seen such a change in the half-demon, none of the men questioned Kagome’s morals—they all knew the half-demon loved her from the beginning. But the punishment or forgiveness was left to Inuyasha.

He stared at the girl, having to take deep breaths. It had been a long and difficult day. But he had to remind himself—this wasn’t about him. This was about Kagome. He looked to Sango knowing she had finished out the altercation with the young deluded girl earlier and she nodded to him.

Sighing from exhaustion and annoyance he finally spoke, “Satsuki, while I’m still angry with ya, Kagome only wanted to work things out between you two. Sorry you mistook my feelings for you—but I have been and always will be in love with Kagome. I… appreciated your kindness while my mate was away, but my thoughts were only with and of her. For her sake, if nothing else, I forgive you… But so help me God if you—”

“No, no Lord Inuyasha. No more, I promise. I would like nothing more than to be friends with Lady Kagome.”

“Fine. Come back later this week… My wife needs to rest.”

“Of course, I will let the other village women know and we can try to make you baskets for congratulations on the baby to help out,” she said bowing and hurriedly taking off.

Kaede patted Inuyasha on the shoulder and motioned for the others that it was time to go. She informed the hanyou when and how much tea to give Kagome, also letting him know there were two different types, one for pain and the other for lactation.

He thanked them then as they left and walked back into his hut. He stopped short at the sight of Kagome feeding their daughter with Shippo perched up on her shoulder asking questions. His heart had never felt so full. Watching his new family, he thought about how much he loved Kagome. About how he thought he had seen her at her most beautiful underneath him as he ravished her body. This though—her flushed from birthing their pup, feeding her, that delicate kind caring loving smile adorning her face, Shippo propped on her shoulder gazing down at the new babe…

“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked tiredly.

He was so lost in his train of thought he hadn’t realized she had caught him staring. She beckoned him over and slightly scooted herself so he could cradle her from behind again; a position he’d happily take. He lifted Kagome up so she wouldn’t hurt herself further and placed her between his outstretched legs, leaning his head down to watch his pup feed greedily off his mate.

“Inuyasha, what are you gonna name her?” Shippo asked quietly.

“Huh?”

“Shippo wanted to know what you’re going to name his sister,” she leaned back heavily, enjoying his embrace after such a tiring ordeal.

“Oh… well…” he paused. He knew what he wanted but he also didn’t want to dishonor Kagome. She had done all the work and wanted her to know how much it meant to him she not only had been more than happy to conceive his child, but carried, and birthed their pup… he needed her to know what it really meant to him. “Why don’t you name her, Kagome?”

“Wh-what?”

“You…. You did this. You gave me a pup. A family… I-I’d have nothing without you. I owe my life to you…”

“Inuyasha…” she said tearing up looking back at him. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled against her rumbling happily.

“So Kagome! What are you gonna name her??” Shippo interrupted.

“If it’s okay with Inuyasha… I’d like to name her Izayoi. After his mother.”

“Izayoi...” Shippo repeated mystified watching the pup feed from his adoptive mother.

“Re-Really?” Inuyasha asked.

“Mhm, if that’s alright,” Kagome offered.

“’Alright’? It’s more than ‘alright’! Kagome I—”

“I know,” she finished kissing his cheek. He bent down and locked lips with her in a passionate kiss making an ‘ew’ erupt from Shippo. Kagome giggled but snuggled closer into Inuyasha.

Once Izayoi was finished, Inuyasha helped settle Kagome to lay down. She immediately moved once he was lying down to use his shoulder as a pillow then she adjusted Izayoi to be held by her on his chest. Inuyasha encouraged Shippo to lay down by Kagome’s shoulder—it wasn’t like they were going to be doing anything sexual for a while anyway. HE also had to also get used to the idea Shippo was not just another pack male, he was technically their son… It was okay for a family to share a futon in transition.

While the day had not been what he expected, he was…happy. Kagome always made him feel whole, complete, wanted… and now she had given him this—a family. He closed his eyes thankfully embracing his girls and couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brought.

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coyotesongwriting · 4 years

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Home - Ch. 7

Chapter 7 - A Ring

Chapter Summary: You know what they say about assumptions...

Word Count: 2530

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you enjoy it. I’ve tried a new writing style for this fic and I can definitely say it’s not my cup of tea but I love the story anyways!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

Previous Chapter Series Masterlist

It was the longest two weeks of your life before he came back. You didn’t tell the boys the truth about their father, instead you merely began to teach them about the Winter Soldier. Of course over the years you’d talked about him some, how could you not. Once you knew he was back though, you talked about him daily, telling the boys all about him, what’d he been through, and what he was like after. Every day they asked you for new stories about the winter soldier, and you were more than happy to comply.

When you’d gone to Kalispel with James to pick a dog, he’d fallen head over heels with a rottweiler puppy he’d seen, but the pup was still too young to leave his family. You’d have to go pick him up in a month when he was 10 weeks old. James couldn’t wait, and to be honest neither could you. The idea of a new pup in the house gave you something to focus on, something reliable to look forward to.

At the diner, you found yourself more distracted than usual and sometimes you struggled to focus on what was going on. Luckily you had an amazing staff and they were able to step up and help you out, never pushing you for answers you couldn’t give. Word had spread around town about that day, but no one dared to question you about it. You’d always been a private person, and they trusted you’d talk about it when you were ready.

The first few nights, Ty basically moved into your house and crashed on the couch. You’d worried him when you explained why you had decided to hide your true identity and connections, and he couldn’t help but worry someone would find you in the night. Eventually, you managed to convince him to go home after proving you could kick his butt in a fight and promising he would be your second call - your first call would be to the Avengers.

Every day you waited anxiously for Bucky to appear, and every day you were disappointed when he did not. Every fiber of your being called out to you to hunt him down, but you just couldn’t do it. What if between his time with Hydra and the time spent apart, he fell out of love with you? What if you went after him and someone found the boys while you were gone. No, you had to sit and wait and hope he’d come back. For the first time, you truly understood how Sam and Nat must have felt when you’d disappeared the last time.

On Thursday afternoon, after the lunch run but before the dinner rush started, the familiar bell of your door rang and you immediately whirled around like you’d done every time for the last two weeks. This time though you weren’t met with disappointment.

Bucky stood in front of you, his long hair tucked back behind his ears, and his eyes lingered on you. Time seemed to stop as you stared at each other, truly taking the time to take the other in. His eyes were the same gorgeous shade you’d always loved, but there was a new wall up, he was guarded, unsure.

As he stood there, you slowly began to move towards him, every step was calculated, terrified he’d run away again. But he didn’t move, just watched as you approached. When you were a mere few feet away you paused before racing at him, your arms quickly wrapping around him, your face burrowing into his shoulder. For what seemed like forever, he didn’t move, stiff as a board. But when your tears began to wet his shirt, his arms found their way around you. You clung to each other like a desperate man fighting to hold onto the life preserver.

You fit together like two puzzle pieces, and with his arms around you, the years faded away. It was like he had never disappeared, like you’d never fled with his kids. For a moment, everything was right with the world. Like all good things, it didn’t last long enough. Too soon for your liking, you found you both pulling away, your eyes searching one another for something. You searched for forgiveness, but you couldn’t tell what he searched for.

“Hey, Buck” your voice was a soft whisper as if afraid speaking up would break the spell and he’d disappear.

“Hey, Doll.” The familiar timbre of his voice seemed to echo through the air, and you felt tears begin to flow down again.

Silence lingered for a moment, you were too caught up in the moment to even register that you should respond, but Bucky spoke again, “So, uh… where’s the guy?”

You couldn't quite decipher the unusual tone in his voice, “What guy?”

Bucky looked down at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze, “Ty.”

“Ty?” you questioned, eyebrows drawing together in confusion, “Ty’s at work. Why? Do you need to talk to him or something?”

“No, I - I just needed to know.”

“Are you okay, ba - Buck?” you caught yourself as you spoke, the old familiar nickname almost slipping from your lips.

“I’m alive. You?”

“I’m okay” you paused for a moment and when he didn’t speak again you did, “Steve told you about the boys, right?”

Bucky nodded, “You were pregnant? I mean, when I was taken? What are they like?”

A soft smile crept across your face at the talk of the boys, “They’re brilliant and fun and sometimes downright terrifying, and god they remind me of you so much it’s insane.” “Steve said you named them James and George?”

“Yeah, I named them after you and your dad… We’d never talked about we’d name a son so I just kinda guessed what you’d want”

Your hand subconsciously reached out for his, your fingers intertwining like it hadn’t been years since you’d touched. Muscle memory is a hell of a thing, and you didn’t mind when it came to touching Bucky. Feeling him served as a reminder that he was okay, he was alive and there. Buck didn’t pull away at first, but after a long moment, he slowly pulled his hand from yours.

“What uh… What are their middle names?” Bucky seemed awkward, uncomfortable asking.

“James Samuel and George Steven” you smiled nervously, waiting to see his reaction.

It was a moment before he spoke, and when he did you could hear the emotion in his voice, “That’s. Those are perfect.”

“I’m really glad you like them. I figured if I was using my best friend’s name, I should use your best friend’s too. I - I kinda always imagined those are the names we’d pick if we each got to name one of the boys.”

Bucky cleared his throat before speaking, “The names are perfect, [Y/N], really. What do they know - about me I mean.”

You found your gaze locked on your feet as you spoke, “I couldn’t tell them the truth Buck, I’m sorry. I couldn’t risk them telling another kid who’d tell another and then we’d have to run. As far as the boys know, you worked in a mine and died saving someone’s life. It seemed the closest to the truth that I could get without putting us at risk” your voice wavered at the end, worried how he’d react.

When he didn’t answer, you glanced up at him only to find his eyes closed and you suddenly second-guessed every decision you’d made. You should have told the boys once you knew he was alive, you should have come clean. But how would they have taken that revelation? George was never the best at keeping secrets and word would have spread around the school within the day.

“I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t know - you were dead, and then you came back but you left before we could even talk and all anyone would tell me was that you needed time and I wasn’t sure you’d ever come back” you admitted, voice breaking.

A throat clearing behind you drew you out of the emotion and you turned to see Anna, your waitress, watching it all unfold. She’d been on break when Bucky had come in, and apparently, you hadn’t noticed her come back in.

Anna shot you a small smile, “Why don’t you guys take off. We can handle the dinner rush.” when you opened your mouth to argue that you couldn’t abandon them like that, she held up one finger to stop you, “Go.”

“Do you want to come back to the house, Bucky?” you chewed on your lip, worried that he’d take the chance to run again.

When he nodded, you turned back to Anna, “Thank you. Seriously. If you need help please call someone else in. If no one answers, call me please.”

“Of course, now get out.” Anna tossed you the keys from under the counter.

Without a word, you and Bucky wandered into the parking lot. Bucky approached a little black car and offered to follow you home. As you pulled out of the lot in your truck, your eyes remained on the car behind you. Every few seconds you double-checked in the mirror that he was still with you, and when you pulled up in front of the cabin a few minutes later you waited anxiously until he’d turned off the car and climbed out. You kept waiting for him to run away again, to leave.

As you led the way inside, Rex greeted you with a low bark, he’d stayed at home today, not quite feeling like making the trek to the diner. Bucky followed you inside, his eyes wandering over the house. In the kitchen you brewed a cup of coffee while Bucky explored, his eyes tracing over the framed photos of you and the boys that covered the walls. You’d documented every important moment in their lives, and the pictures on the wall told the tales clear as day.

When the coffee finished brewing and you’d poured it into two cups, you followed him into the living room. Bucky had picked up a photo you kept on the table by the front door. It was one of your all-time favorite memories. You’d taken the day off at the diner, and Ty had closed his shop for the day. It was the hottest day of the year and you’d packed up the truck, driving up to the remote beach on the northern part of the lake you’d unofficially claimed as your own. You’d spent the day teaching the boys to fish, splashing each other in the cold mountain water, and when night had finally rolled around you’d had a campfire under the stars. The picture had been taken for you the next morning by a passing hiker. George was holding up the fish he’d caught while James gave him bunny ears and you laughed in the background. Ty’s hands rested proudly on George’s shoulders.

Your voice eventually broke the silence as you took a seat on the couch, “How’d you find me?”

“Rex.” the old german shepherd picked his head up as his name was called, his tail sweeping along the floor where he lay. Bucky took a seat on the couch next to you, his knees brushing yours as he thanked you for the coffee.

“How?” Of all the things he could have tried, you never expected his answer to be Rex.

“Steve told me you picked him up in Texas, and about when you picked him up, so then I started calling around to different vets in the area. Turns out most of them don’t keep their records. One of them did though, and they had record of you bringing him in under your previous name. They had his microchip number on file. I know you, you wouldn’t leave him unregistered. So, I called the microchip company and they wouldn’t give me the information. Tony had to break into their system to get your information”

On one hand, the realization that you’d been tracked down from something as simple as Rex’s microchip number left you facepalming. How had no one unsavory caught up with you if it was that simple! On the other hand, you knew how many vets there were in texas and how many he’d probably tried before finding the right one.

Before you could speak, the kitchen door flung open with a loud bang, and Bucky jumped to his feet as George and James came racing into the house. They didn’t even seem to notice Bucky’s presence as they raced up the stairs, yelling at each other about some new television show that was supposed to be on right now. As Bucky watched them race by, wide-eyed, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Hey [Y/N], whose car is that -” Ty followed the boys in, stopping at the sight of Bucky standing frozen in front of the couch, “Oh uh hi, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, it’s fine. I should probably go” Bucky quickly offered.

“No, stay. I should probably get home anyways. If I don’t fix that leak tonight the house is probably going to flood.” Ty shot you a quick smile before retreating out the door. When he’d walked in, the tension in the room had skyrocketed but the moment he was out the door everything had gone quiet again.

“Home? He doesn’t live here?” Bucky looked down at you, curious.

“Why would Ty live here?” you raised one eyebrow.

“Isn’t he - Aren’t you?” for the first time, Bucky looked down at the ring on your finger. It took him a moment before he recognized it, and his gaze jumped up to your face as soon as he did, “That’s my ring. That’s - You’re not married to Ty?” for the first time, he sounded like the Bucky you’d known before.

“Ty? Married? God no! He’s my neighbor and good friend, but that’s it. He helps out at the diner, and he’s helped me with the boys, but not because we’re married. His wife died a few years back and we bonded over the whole widow/widower thing, and he gets along with the boys so we kinda just became fast friends.”

When Bucky just stared at you, you glanced down at the ring and thought back to the first time he’d walked into the diner, “That’s why you left the diner, isn’t it?”

When Bucky nodded, you let out a soft chuckle as you got to your feet. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you leaned in to look him in his eyes, “Bucky, there hasn’t been anyone else for me. You’re it.”

His eyes searched yours again, but this time he seemed to have found what he was searching for. His metal hand came up and gently cupped your cheek as he leaned in, capturing your lips. The kiss started slow, but it wasn’t long before you were pressed tight against him, his hands roaming over you as you tangled your hands in his long hair. You lost track of time as you kissed, too busy getting reacquainted with each other to notice when the boys came downstairs. That is, until one of them spoke up.

“Mom?” James had his hands clamped over his eyes, as if trying to erase the memory of his mom making out with a man he’d never known, “Who’s that?”

You blushed as you sprung apart like startled teenagers, your hands subconsciously patted down your hair and you cleared your throat once, twice, before you spoke, “George, James, this is your dad..”

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 24

Word Count: 4226

POV: Tyler

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: Sorry this has taken so long to post, life just kind of got in the way. Also, it was a bit hard to concentrate today. I hope you all enjoy this and it at least makes you smile a little bit. Happy Reading! And if you read these notes at all go out there and hug the ones you love tonight. Sending all of you hugs!!

Since you’d asked (Y/N) to marry you, it seemed like you couldn’t stand to be away from her. Not that you didn’t have this feeling before, it just seemed to intensify now. So when you walked through the door of your house, there was almost a sense of relief that washed over, knowing that you’d get to have (Y/N) back in your arms. There was only one problem, you couldn’t seem to find your fiancé anywhere in the house. She wasn’t in the kitchen, your bedroom or any other room in your house. You even checked the outside to see if she was by the pool or out on the basketball court, though you couldn’t imagine her being out there by herself.

After about a fifteen-minute search, you gave up and decided to call her. “Hey, Ty. Did your plane land yet?”

“Babe, I’m home. I’ve been home for a while. Where are you at?”

“Huh? What time is it? Oh shit, sorry. I’m on my way home now. I guess I didn’t realize it was so late. I should be home in less than ten minutes.”

It was somewhat disappointing that she wasn’t here now. You’d gotten used to her being home ever since she quit her job. “Ok, but where are you?”

“Oh, I was at the mall doing some Christmas shopping. Do you know what you want to get your mom this year? I found some great things for Candace and Cassidy as well as my family, but I’m stumped for your mom.”

“Ummm. I hadn’t given it much thought.” You truly looked around at the house then, when you’d been searching for (Y/N) you hadn’t paid much attention to all the decorations around the house. The Christmas tree was up in the living room, lights twinkling and inviting, though you saw a box of ornaments that hadn’t been hung on it yet. In all your preparation for your proposal, you’d put the holiday season out of your mind. Thankfully (Y/N) hadn’t. “I’ll talk to my sisters and see if they have any ideas. By the way, the place looks great.”

“Thanks, but the decorator did most of it. I had her save some ornaments so that we could put them on together.”

“That sounds great babe. We can do that tonight.” You rummaged through the kitchen, looking for the cookies you knew she baked. “Baby, where did you put those sugar cookies?”

“Somewhere you can’t find them.” She laughed softly.

“That’s not funny (Y/N) you know that those are my favorite. I know you had to save me a couple out.” Opening the pantry door, you started moving around containers looking for the cookies (Y/N) had hidden.

“Tyler Seguin, if you mess up my pantry; I’m going to kick your ass.” It had taken (Y/N) a full week to organize the room to her liking. It had become a little game where you would move something out of place just to see if she noticed.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to mess anything up, if you’d just tell me where my cookies are.” The garage door opened and the pups rushed over to the mudroom door, to greet their mom.

“If you help me bring in these bags, I may give you one or two.” With that, she hung up the phone, and you rushed out to help her.

“Jesus woman, did you buy the whole mall.” She literally had the SUV stuffed full of bags and boxes. She was still getting out of the driver’s seat when you walked over and pulled her into your arms; your lips finding hers immediately. The last eight days had been hell not being able to touch her and feel her. Now that she was back in your arms, you didn’t want to let her go. You molded your mouth to hers and drank her in. Hands roaming down to her hips, you pressed her body into yours only to notice her bump stopped you short. You broke the kiss and looked down at her baby belly. “When did this happen?”

“Well duh, it’s been happening. Though I guess it just kind of popped out over the last couple of days.” It seemed as though you were missing everything on these long road trips, and while (Y/N)’s bump hadn’t grown that big, she finally looked pregnant. A huge grin broke out across your face as your hands roamed her tummy. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“What? I’m just happy. I love this. Do you know that?” She just shook her head at you. “I’m serious. You are so fucking sexy to me right now, you have no clue.”

“Oh stop!”

“It’s true (Y/N). And maybe if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to show you right here.” You pushed her back up against the vehicle, your erection pressing against her so she knew how badly you wanted her; as you devoured her mouth again. Nibbling your way down her neck, you told her. “Can’t you feel how bad I want you, baby.” A moan escaped her, as you let your hands slide up her shirt and cup her sensitive breasts. Her head lulled back against the car as she gave herself over to you.

“Fuck Ty, I missed you so much.” Moving your thigh between her legs, you felt her grind down on you and your cock grew harder.

Her hands went to the waistband of your pants and she slipped the button free as she unzipped the flap. You stopped her from going further with your words. “Wait, babe, let’s go to the bedroom.”

“No.” She panted out as her hands reached inside your waistband to free your cock. “Here. Like this.” God, you loved this woman. Her words lit a fire inside you, and you pawed at her legging, stripping them off her in a frenzied pace.

“Wrap your leg around me.” She did as commanded and you thrust your cock inside her. Her pussy was warm and wet and felt absolutely delicious; so much so that you didn’t want to move at first. “God I missed you.”

“Please Ty.” (Y/N) pleaded with you and you rotated your hips into her. She whimpered in response, the sound going straight to your cock buried inside her. “Fuck, Ty, stop teasing me.” This time you flexed into her, your dick sliding deeper into her causing her to moan.

“You feel so good, baby.” You pulled halfway out, then thrust back into her, the two of you building a rhythm, and soon the garage was filled with moans of pleasure from you both. You nibbled on the exposed area of her neck, the spot that always drives her insane. You start pumping into (Y/N)’s pussy faster, and she shifts her leg, changing the angle you’re driving into her. Her legs start to tremble, and you gripped her hips to keep her upright, as her orgasm starts to hit her. She’s screaming out your name and with a few last thrusts, you’re following her. It takes a few minutes for you both to come down from the high you were just on; your forehead just resting on hers as you try to calm your breathing.

(Y/N) starts placing soft little kisses to your lips. “God I needed that Ty.”

“Mmm, me too baby.” Your cock starts to soften and you slide out of her slowly.

“What is it about this garage lately?” She giggles and suddenly, you feel your cock twitch back to life.

“I don’t know babe, but I guess we can say we’ve officially done it, in every room of this house.”

“Nope. We still haven’t done it in the nursery.” (Y/N) bent down to put her leggings back on, as you tucked yourself back into your boxer briefs.

“It just seems wrong to have sex in there.”

She raised an eyebrow at you. “It’s not like we’re doing it in there while the baby is sleeping or anything. The crib isn’t even in there yet.”

“So you’re saying you want to.” She shrugged her shoulder at you.

“Maybe. I mean if the mood hits and we’re in there.” You still weren’t sure how you felt about it, for some reason you considered it sacred ground. “But seeing as we’re in the garage now and this car isn’t going to unpack itself. We’ll save the nursery sex for another time. Now grab some of these bags will ya hun?”

You saluted her. “Aye, aye Captain.” Then went and grabbed half of the bags out of the SUV. She went to grab more than she should be carrying, and so you stopped her. “Babe, I’ll come back and get those.”

“I can carry some you know.” You gave her a look. “What do you think I do when you aren’t here?”

“Well, I’d hope these guys would help you.” All three dogs were surrounding you as you walked into the house from the garage. “Well, maybe not Gerry. He’d probably just make a bigger mess.” (Y/N) just rolled her eyes at you. “So these are all Christmas presents?”

“Yes. We have to buy for a lot of people.”

“Where do you want them?”

“Can you put them in the dining room? I have a wrapping station set up there.” There were a few rolls of paper, along with tape and scissors laying on the table. She had over a dozen packages wrapped in bowed in the corner. How you had missed all this, was beyond you. Heading back out to the garage you grabbed the rest of the packages before you joined (Y/N) in the kitchen, where she had a plate of cookies for you.

“And where did you find those?”

“I’ll never tell, but since you’ve been good; you can have a couple.” She pushed the plate over to you but grabbed a cookie for herself as well.

“Oh my god, these are delicious.”

“Thanks, babe.” She grabbed you both a glass of milk. “So, I was thinking.”

“Oh no, how much is this going to cost me.” She grabbed the plate of cookies back. “Hey!”

“With comments like that, you’re not getting any more of these.”

“Awe, come on babe, you know I was just kidding. So tell me what you were thinking about.” She slid the plate back to you, and you quickly snatched two this time before she could take them away again.

“Well, I thought that maybe you could call Jamie and I could call Jenna and we could all go out to dinner tonight. You know to try and hook them up.”

Your mouth was full, but you still answered her anyhow. “I think they’re already going to dinner tonight.”

Her head whipped back around to look at you. “What did you just say?”

“They’re already going out tonight. Jamie told me. I actually think he’s going to take her to the holiday skate tomorrow.”

“Why am I only hearing this now? And from you instead of Jenna? How do you know this?”

“Easy woman. They started getting close helping me plan your engagement. I think they went out a few times, basically under the premises to go over stuff for the party. But Jamie did tell me he’d called her a few times while we were away and asked her out to dinner tonight. I assume she said yes.”

“OOOO I’m so excited, but why hasn’t Jenna said anything to me?”

Grabbing one last cookie, you said. “I don’t know babe, she’s your best friend.”

“Well, I’ll just have to ask her tomorrow at the skate.”

“Mmm about that.” Grabbing the glass, you took a long swig of milk, before continuing. “I don’t think we should go.”

“What, why?”

“Well, I don’t really feel like going out there and skating by myself while you sit on the bench and all that. I cleared it with Monty, so we can just stay here.”

“Why do you think I’m going to be sitting on the bench? I have my skates all ready to go.”

She looked angry, like so angry she could spit nails at you; or worse. “Well, you can’t skate in your condition.”

“Yes, I can.”

Three words, that’s all she gave you; you waited for her to say more, but she remained silent. “Well, what if you fall.”

“I do know how to skate.” Her arms were folded across her chest and you’re pretty sure you could see steam coming off of her. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go to the holiday skate, you were just concerned for her and the baby’s welfare.

“Babe, I skate every day and I still fall.”

“You’re also flying down the ice, chasing a piece of rubber to put into a net.” Ouch! That comment hurt. “We’re not discussing this anymore, Tyler. I’m going with or without you.”

“Babe…can you just….” She started walking into the dining room, opening up the packages she bought.

“Ty, I said we’re done talking about it.”

You tried one more time. “But…”

“No buts. I’m going and I’m going to skate. End of story.” You sighed heavily. There was no sense in trying now, not when she was in this kind of mood, maybe later, when you had her in bed; she’d be more willing to listen.

“So whatcha doing then?”

“Wrapping presents, or am I not allowed to do that either?” Ok, now you really knew you were in trouble.

“Umm…I was just going to see if I could help you.” Maybe helping would get you out of the dog house with (Y/N). Picking up a roll of wrapping paper, you twirled it around resisting the urge to use it as a megaphone.

“Have you ever wrapped a gift in your life,” she scoffed.

“Of course I have.”

“Really? Because everything you’ve ever given me has either been in a gift bag or wrapped from the store.”

“It has not.” You started wracking your brain going over gifts that you bought her in the past. The necklace you just bought her was in a gift bag. “What about the Louis shoes?”

“In the box with a store bow on them.”

“What about that purse?” Even though you asked you were pretty sure you didn’t wrap that one.

“Nope, it was the same as the shoes.”

“Oh! I got it. I totally wrapped your jersey.” You could vividly remember going to the store and buying the wrapping paper.

“Nice try, but you had Cassidy wrap that one.”

“I did?” That part you didn’t remember at all.

“Yep, she told me she did it when you weren’t in the room. She said she came in when you were wrapping it and it was a disaster, so she volunteered to help you out.”

Damn, she was right. “Ummm…well, I can still try. I mean I can’t do the pretty bow thingy that you do, but I can try and wrap a box.” At this point, you’d do anything to make her smile at you. She handed you a box that said LOL dollhouse, it was a bit long but you thought you could handle it.

“That’s for Rylynn, she’ll get a kick out of it; if I tell her you wrapped it.” She put the finishing touches on her picture-perfect gift as if she was on some wrapping competition. Taking the box, you headed down to the opposite end of the dining room table to begin your wrap job. You watched her grab the next box in her pile, roll out the paper, then place the package on it to start wrapping. It didn’t seem that hard, so you did the same. Only the paper went rolling all the way down to her end.

“Oops, sorry.” It wouldn’t quite re-roll back onto the tube, so you just cut it and then pulled it over the top of the box. There was a lot of extra paper, what the hell were you going to do with it all? (Y/N) folded the paper all neat on the edges and then brought them up to tape them. Simple enough. Or maybe not, you tried doing the same, but the wrapping wouldn’t fold right. You finally felt like you had it ready to tape, but how were you supposed to get the tape? If you let go, the paper would go flying; so you placed your elbow on the box and reached for the tape with your free hand. There we go. You pulled the tape from the dispenser and about three feet came off. Your eyes went wide and you quickly looked to see if (Y/N) was watching. Thankfully she wasn’t.

There was no way to get rid of it, so you just stuck it on the box; then moved on to the other side. It ended up working out the same way as the other; only with a little less tape. Once you were done you turned the whole thing over and surveyed your work. It was bad, like really horrible. “So babe, how big can you make a bow?”

“I don’t know? Why….” She burst out laughing, at least she wasn’t mad anymore. “Ty, that is the worst wrap job I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s not that bad.” She raised her eyebrows and just laughed some more. God how you loved that sound. “Alright, maybe it is not the best. Can you fix it?”

“It may be beyond fixing, hun.”

“How are yours so perfect?” She truly had a knack for doing this. All the presents were going to look amazing under the tree, as long as you didn’t help.

“Years of practice.” She handed you another gift. “So start practicing.”

“But babe, look at this. It’s terrible. I think I should just leave the wrapping to you.”

She scrunched her nose up. “So I guess I’ll be wrapping all our child’s gifts.”

“Well I don’t think he or she will care when they’re super little, but they may start questioning things when they get older.” Leaning down, you grabbed the empty tube of paper and stuck the one end up to your ear and the other end on (Y/N)’s belly. “What’s that? Oh, right…I’ll tell mommy. HeShe says you’re a much better wrapper than me and wants you to do all their presents.”

This garnered you another laugh. “Well, then I guess you’re just going to have to be in charge of putting all the toys together.”

“Now see that, I can do. So how about we call it a day on wrapping and just go snuggle.” You went and enveloped your arms around her. “I’ve missed you.” You were pretty sure you were out of the dog house by now, but for extra measure, you started raining soft little kisses all over her neck.

“Well, I could use a break.” With that, you headed into the living room, cuddled up on the couch and threw on a movie. Things were perfect until the following day when (Y/N) grabbed her bag and was waiting for you to go to the arena for the family skate. “Ty, are you coming or am I going alone?”

“Babe, do you really think this is a good idea?”

“Ty, nothing is going to happen. Can we please just go?”

There was no point in fighting with her, you knew when she had her mindset, she wouldn’t be changing it anytime soon. At least if you were there, you’d make sure she wouldn’t fall. “Alright, let me grab a hat.” In no time you were at the arena, (Y/N) laughing and chatting with all the other players and their significant others. “Babe, want me to help you put your skates on.”

“Sure.” At least this way, you could be sure they were on properly. You laced her up and made sure the ties were double knotted so she wouldn’t trip over them. Then reached for her hands and helped her up off the bench. You made sure to hold on to her as she made her way to the ice.

“Here, let me go on first and I’ll help you until you get your footing.” You’d done the same for her last year, though she’d been more accepting then. Thankfully she didn’t argue with you, and as soon as she stepped on the ice, you wrapped your arm securely around her waist so she wouldn’t fall. The two of you were gliding around the arena and you saw a smile break out across her face. She looked so carefree, yet your heart was racing. What if she tripped, or someone knocked into her and she went into the boards? A million things were running through your head.

“Ty, you can let go now.”

“I like holding you like this.” While it was true, you also wanted to be sure nothing happened to her and this was the easiest way.

“Oh my god!” Her voice made you stop both of you, dead in your tracks. You felt her slightly wobble, and your arm tightened around her waist immediately. She seemed unphased as she said. “Look, there’s Jamie, and Jenna’s with him. Oh wow, they look so cute together.”

“Jesus (Y/N), you just scared the hell out of me. I thought you were going to fall.”

“Would you stop worrying and just enjoy this? Look everyone is laughing and having a good time.” Looking around the arena, you saw it through her eyes; all your friends laughing and smiling, most couples holding hands, some ladies even trying their hand at hockey. Everyone looked so carefree. “Let’s just have some fun.” Relaxing your grip on your fiancé, you decided that you could ease up a bit. “I promise not to let go of your hand if that will make you feel better.”

“I guess I can live with that.” You chuckled back at her.

“Good. Now let’s go skate over to Jamie and Jenna. I’m dying to know what’s going on.”

“Now who needs to relax. They just got out on the ice, let them have some fun on their own.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at you, but you grabbed her other hand and started skating backward with her not too fast, yet it caught her off-guard and made her focus on you instead of your best friends.

“I suppose you’re right.” You glided her around in the face-off circle, several times until she threw her head back and started to laugh. She looked so beautiful, her cheeks a ruddy shade of red, a combination of the cold ice and your little one growing inside her. As you spun around, you pulled her closer to you, so that you could wrap your arms completely around her. Her hands locked behind your neck, and you bent your head to kiss her lips.

“Get a room you two.”

You looked over and saw Jamie and Jenna skating towards you. They were holding hands, something you were sure (Y/N) would take notice of. “Hey, we were keeping it PG.” You chirped back to your best friend.

“So Jenna and I were talking about having everyone over after this. Maybe order some pizzas or something. You guys interested in coming over?”

(Y/N) made a move to break out of your embrace, but you held tight to her, still somewhat reluctant to let her skate on her own. “We’d love to.” She answered your best friends. “Besides, Jenna and I need to catch up on a few things.” Jenna started to blush but then so did Jamie; which only caused you to laugh, which earned you an elbow to the ribs from your fiancé.

“Oof, hey that hurt.”

“Anyway, what time are you thinking?” (Y/N) said overtop of your whine.

“This is over an hour, so anytime after that.” Jenna chimed in.

“Great! We’ll be there.” (Y/N) told them.

“Ok well, we’re going to go spread the word. See you around the rink.” With that Jamie tugged Jenna’s hand and skated away.

(Y/N) twirled into your arms, shrieking quietly in your ear. “Eeekkk! They are so cute! I can’t believe they are having a party together; do you know what this means?”

God, you loved her enthusiasm, but she was jumping way ahead of the game here. “Alright matchmaker, cool your jets. They just started dating.” She rolled her eyes at you as if you were being the impractical one here. Just then you spotted the Bishop’s taking the ice. Ben’s newborn son strapped to him in some backpack type contraption in front of him. “Hey babe, check them out.” You pointed over to where they were taking the ice. “That’ll be us next year. We’re going to need to get one of those backpack thingies.”

“You mean a baby carrier or sling.”

“Well, sling doesn’t seem right, we're not going to be shooting our kid out of it, but yeah one of those carriers. Because I totally want to skate around with our kid.”

“But what if you fall? Or something happens?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

“Alright smarty, I see your point.” You placed your hands on her belly as you skated up behind her. “Now how about the three of us go enjoy this family skate.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement and the two of you set off enjoying the rest of the party.

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My friends

This is my first story, so it's probably 100 percent cringe. I'm sorry.

I've had this story idea for awhile now, but haven't really tried to write it, but when u asked someone to write it they said I should try and I did. And it was SO MUCH FUN! So thank you for the inspiration. @sky-squido you gave me the inspiration I needed to write it!

Wild has more animal friends then he does people friends.

Twilight looked into the the dark starless Sky, the crescent moon looking down at him, the only sounds around him besides the cherp of a few brave crickets, where some frogs crocking down by the creek they used to fish for dinner, and the occasional CRACKLE from the small fire they used to keep warm at night.

He wasn't supposed to be awake, none of them where. They had travelled to Wild's Hyrule that day, and Wild had said that this particular area was one hundred percent safe. So they didn't have a watch going on. He would normally be a wolf keeping an eye on the eight other boys, but today was different. Very different.

Wild was acting strange, Stranger than he normally was. Wild was constantly looking around, the trees, the sky, even the flower field they passed by, with this look of absolute want, like he expected to see someone or something to come running at them.

Twilight had asked him what was wrong but Wild just shrugged the worry off by saying 'its absolutely nothing... Just thought I saw something'. And continued on with cooking the fish Time and Wind had managed to catch in the near by pond.

A near by rattle brought Twilight out of his thoughts, he strained his hearing trying to listen closer with out making it look like he was awake. Soon Twilight realized that the noise was coming from inside the camp. He automatically thought someone had gotten up to use the restroom, but a CLANK from a metal buckle told him other wise.

Twilight got up slowly from his laying position to see wild slowly but surely putting on his gear.

"And where are you going" Twilight asked, with out much thought. Wind rolled away from the noise right in to warriors side, but fell asleep once again.

Wild turned around quickly with wide and surprised eyes to look his mentor right in the eyes.

"Twi, what are you doing awake? It's half past midnight." Wild said with a shacking voice. He looked like a child about to be scolded by a parent.

"Don't beat around the bush cub" Twilight said, with a critical glare. Being careful to keep his voice down to not wake the others.

"Well... Uhm" Wild said, looking around as if the trees would help him out of this situation he found himself in. "well I ...I- I'm going to visit a friend"

Twilight looked at him like he was crazy. "You're 'going to visit a friend' in the middle of the night?" Saying it while making air quotation. "And what friends would they so happen to be?"

Wild looked like he was about to have a fever, his whole face broke out to a scarlet red all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I..uhmm.... I- I'll go to sleep now." and with that he immediately went to his bed roll and throw his blanket over his head.

Even with all his gear on.

'This kid is going to be the death of me.' Twilight thought, as he got up from where he sat and walked to Wild.

At the sound of footsteps coming towards him, Wild took a chance and peaked through a little hole he made from his blanket.

He immediately saw his mentors boots right in front of him, and felt a hand come and snatch away his blanket.

"Hey... HEY!" Wild squeaked out. Trying his best to grab the small blue blanket back from his mentor but ultimately failed.

Twilight grabbed Wild's arm that was trying to get the blanket back and pulled him up and practically dragged Wild to a more Secluded area.

"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you today." Twilight looked at his protege in the eyes "and don't give me the 'oh it's nothing Twi'."

"It's NOTHING! I was just going to see a friend!!" Wild said while looking down at the grassy floor.

Twilight raised an eyebrow at that.

"A friend? In the middle of the night?"

"Yes"

"Are you insane? And let's say I believe you, wouldn't this 'friend' be asleep?"

"Nope, she's nocturnal"

"WHAT?!" Twilight didn't even try being quiet anymore. He was too shocked to even think right now.

'A nocturnal friend? Then wouldn't it be an animal?'

A snapping twig from behind them caught their attention. Turning around they came face to face with a very angry looking Time.

All the noise twilight made when dragging Wild out of bed must have woken their unannounced leader up, and Time did not look happy about that.

"And why, pray tell, are you boys awake and away from the camp?" Time inquired, even with one eye they both felt the burning hole he left with his stare.

Twilight looked at his mentor and could have sworn Wild looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"And why is Wild in his full gear?" Time was now more confused, when he got a good look at Wild with the limited light the moon gave.

"I..I can explain!" Wild squeaked out. His voice high with embarrassment.

"Then please explain, and do add details." Time said with the flattest voice Twilight had ever heard.

"He was going to visit a friend." Twilight interrupted his protege. Wild gave him a look of thanks, and looked back a Time.

Times raised his eyebrow and he looked at Wild like he just did the stupidest thing known to man.

"You where going to visit a friend in the middle of the night?!"Twilight had never seen Time look more confused.

"Yes! I'll show you."

And with that Wild marched over to a very large oak tree with several large dark brown roots poking out of the ground, obviously this tree had a good number of years under it's pink-ish green leaves, with many stories too tell.

Then Wild made the weirdest sound Twilight had ever heard anyone make, it was like a whistle but had a distinct sound that made it like a squirrel call, mixed with a vibration that made Wild's voice Shiver.

All at once, the pink-ish green leaves, above Times head, started to rustle.

A small grey blurr flew down from the branch above Time, managing to wack Time over the head with it's tail on the way down, and glided down nicely into Wild awaiting open palm.

"This is Smokey, he's a flying squirrel. Also one of my friends." Wild said with a triumphant grin.

Time and Twilight didn't know what to say or do being to over whelmed with shock.

'Did Wild just call a flying squirrel to show us he was serious?' Twilight thought as he examined the animal.

Smokey was a very small squirrel that fit just right onto Wilds hand, with grey fur on top with darker flanks that faded to a very light cream color underneath, he had two Large black eyes and a flattened tail. He looked to have a furry membrane that connected his front and rear legs.

'probably how he flew down to Wild' Twilight thought as he examined the small nocturnal creature with interest.

"Wait..." Time said, interrupting Twilights thoughts in the process. "Did you say 'one of my friends'?"

'Wait...did he?' Twilight had been so preoccupied with looking at the squirrel that he had failed to process what Wild had said.

"Yes, Smokey saved me when I was hungry, He brought me nuts and fruits. So ever since than we've been friends." Wild explained while looking at his little friend with a small smile, Smokey looked right back at him with his small black eyes.

"We've always had each other's backs"

That one statement stood out as odd to the duo as they watch with wonder. Smokey casually took out a nut from his mouth and gave it to Wild which he placed in his pocket.

Smokey then jumped from Wilds hand and glided down to Times bicep and latched onto his sleeping shirt, pulling him self up to his right shoulder.

Smokey then started to squeak very loudly and began to pull Times ear, as if he was giving directions.

Wild then suddenly snapped into action grabbing Smokey off of Times ear and shoulder and began running off to the right into the thickets of bushes, branches and leaves.

"You should probably follow pup," Time said, looking into the bushes where Wild had just run into. "Just to make sure the cub doesn't kill him self. I'll stay with the camp"

Twilight just gave his mentor a nod and placed the shadow Cristal to his forhead. The transformation was basically painless now, he had done it so many times the wolf was just his normal self.

Wolfie looked back at his mentor before running off into the bushes after Wild. Following his protege's smell he ran as fast as his four legs could carry him through the forest of roots cast onto the green floor.

The woods soon became a clearing that spread out to a small patch of untouched grass, except for the small amount stepped on by his protege on his run.

Wild was crouched down in the ankle deep grass. His back was turned towards Twilight so he couldn't see what Wild was looking at, but a very small whine got his attention.

With out thinking Twilight took out the shadow Cristal From his forhead and made his way towards where his protege was crouching.

Down in Wild's hand was vary small fox like creature in a hunters trap. The foxes back legs where being crushed in the trap.

Just by looking one could tell that this fox wasn't going to get better on its own, one of it's hind paws was mangled up like it had been trying to escape it's prison for hours on end, and it's front right paw looked to be snapped in two.

The fox wimpered once again when Wild tried to remove the trap from it's hind legs.

Wild whispered a small apology and tried again at another angle.

Twilight couldn't take another wimper and decided to help Wild out to the best of his ability. Grabbing one end of the trap he used his body weight to push the trap open. Wild was then able to gingerly pick up the injured fox and place it on a red colored shirt.

After wrapping it up and making sure that the fox wasn't going to move when picked up, Wild stood up.

Wild turned to his mentor and looked him in the eyes and said "look I'll explain later, but can we just get her to camp and see if Hyrule can do anything?"

"Yeah, I'll lead the way" Twilight said while placing the shadow Cristal on his forhead.

Soon he found himself on four legs sniffing the ground for the correct directions to the camp.

The wind soon changed directions and brought with it The smell of smoke, Ash, and warriors colonel. Why he insisted one wearing it was beyond everyone in their group.

Wolfie turned to look at Wild and saw him looking at the small fox in his left hand and on his right was the same trap that held the small fox moments before.

Wild looked up at Wolfie and nodded. With that Wolfie turned left and walked straight in to the thick bushes.

Within 6 minutes of walking they where clearly able to see the camp, Twilight quickly changed forms and kept walking with Wild several feet behind him. Smokey was somehow able to latch on to Wolfie and was now on Twilight's head.

Time had taken a seat on a fallen log close to Sky and Four's sleeping place.

Hearing twigs snapping Time turned his head from the fire to his protege. Time's face turned from worry to confusion when he saw Smokey on Twilight's head and a sad looking Wild with a bundled up shirt behind him.

Twilight sat next to Time and made space for Wild but he just stood there, looking at his small injured friend in his arms.

"What happened? And who's in the shirt?" Time asked after a long minute of silence.

"Her name is spirit" Wild said while looking up at Time. "She's a fennex fox, they usually live in Sandy places but for some reason Spirit lives here."

Wild knelt down to the floor next to his bed roll and placed Spirit on top of his blanket. He then very careful started to unwrap the shirt, Twilight had never seen his protege be so carefull in his life.

Inside was a sleeping white-ish golden fox.

Spirit was a very small fox with very large ears that looked like they belonged to a bat, they seemed to measure about 5-6 inches, her body was corraled in a small round ball with a long, white and red, tail.

Her left hind leg was completely red with blood and her right front paws was most definitely broken.

"What happened to her?" Time asked, after taking a good look at her mangled body.

"She was in a hunters trap" Wild answered with a sad voice. "Hunters aren't aloud to hunt here on satori mountain, there are many rare animals here that are endangered."

"Then someone is breaking the rules?" Twilight found himself asking even though the answer was obvious.

"Yes, I'll do anything to protect these animals like they did for me." Wild answered.

Wild then looked at Time and asked "is there anything we can do for her?"

Time walked closer and knelt next to the sleeping fox. " I don't know cub, but we could try. Maybe Hyrule can help her"

Wild practically leapt from his seating position and ran to Hyrule, but stoped short seeing Hyrule was asleep and cuddling up to Legend.

Everyone knew not to wake Legend up.

Legend did NOT like to be woken up.

But this WAS an emergency.

Surely Legend would understand. Right?

So slowly but surely Wild made his way to the side Hyrule was sleeping on a tried his best to not wake Legend.

But apparently that was to much to ask for.

Legend opened his eyes and stared a very frightened Wild right in the eyes.

They stayed like that for a good minute untill Legend asked with a low growl

"What the Hell are you doing?"

"I need Hyrule." Wild squeaked out.

"And why is it that you need him? He's asleep!"

"My friend is hurt and I don't know if she'll live until tomorrow if I don't get her medical attention!" Wild blurted out.

That struck as odd to Legend as he slowly got out of Hyrule's hold and sat up looking Wild in the eyes.

"Friend? What friend would need medical attention at this late hour! It's literally two in the morning! And SHE?! Who is SHE?!"

At legends out burst Warriors sat straight out of his bed and on his feet with a very confused and groggy face. After seeing there was no threat he looked straight at Legend with a glare.

Time didn't want the entire camp woken up by Warriors and Legend's bickering so he decided to get in before it was to late.

He arose from where he sat and cleared his throat.

Both heads snapped towards their unannounced leader. Then looked at Twilight who still had a small squirrel on his head and a small sleeping fox bundled up in his hands.

"Legend if you may allow Wild to wake up your.... Cuddle buddy so we may be able to go to sleep again." Time said with a very sly grin. It's not everyday you are able to tease Legend and get him to go as pink as his hair. So Time took the opportunity with Open arms.

At Times statement Legend's face flushed a slight pink "I am so going get you back old man." Legend mumbled as he shook Hyrule.

Hyrule slowly opened his eyes and mumbled a small 'five more minutes' closing them again.

Wild wouldn't let another minute go past with one of his best friends hurting. So he took matters into his own hands and grabbed Hyrule's blanket from off his shoulder and pulled.

Hyrule sat straight up and looked around confused, but seeing his best adventure buddy, with a face of one hundred percent concern, got him out of bed faster then one could say 'link'.

After a quick fill in on what was going on by Time, Hyrule was immediately by Twilights side looking at the little fox.

"I can try to heal her the best of my ability, but I won't be able to heal her completely." Hyrule said after examining Spirit.

"Why not?" Wild couldn't help but ask. He didn't even try to hide the worry in his voice.

"Well... My healing magic takes the power from me and the patient, but for big stuff like this.."Hyrule gestured to her hind legs.

"It could kill her. She is so weak that if I heal to much right now, she might not ever wake up again." Hyrule explained.

"If you were able to heal what you can now, would she be alright by morning?" Twilight asked for Wild. Wild gave his mentor a small sad smile and a nod of thanks.

"Well in theory yes, but there could be complications." Hyrule answered, He then looked at Wild and said "I'm sorry, there isn't much I can do for her right now. But I'll try my best to keep her alive."

Wild wiped his Misty eyes and said with a small smile, "it's okay.... She's strong, she can pull through."

That got a smile out if everyone awake, even Legend, who doesn't really smile.

With their small conversation over Hyrule immediately got to work with Legends help. Hyrule calling for supplies and Legend handing it to him, they where an unmatched team.

"You should get some sleep cub" Time said when he got a good look at Wild.

Wild had purple bags under his Misty eyes, and could barely keep his eyes open but kept forcing them. If he didn't sit down now Time was sure he'd fall over and somehow hurt himself, like always.

"M'fine" Wild slurred, as he kept on pacing.

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blue-eyes-and-auburn-hairr · 4 years

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Second Chances Chp. 3

Disclaimer: Okay, I got more notes than I thought I ever would, so while the world is quarantined...I wrote another part.

Warning: Mention of death, fluff, I don’t want to mislead anyone this will very much be a slowburn

Summary: Can you imagine being widowed at such a young age to a man you thought you’d have forever with? On the anniversary of his death, on top of a mountain, you and Chris begin your new journey together.

Staring up at the sky, watching the lantern follow a path across the stars while taking a piece of me with it. People say it gets easier, but that really has not been the case. Each morning I wake up and my mind slowly drifts to memories that I try and keep locked away and each night the nightmares and terrors of the aftermath play like a reel. I don’t fight them though, I think when they finally stop, it will hurt more. My therapist obviously disagrees with me and we have been working on this but, I am just not ready. My ability to compartmentalize is scary and unhealthy but its been working for the last three years. It is harder to keep the emotions in check on days when you feel like you are being smothered. The phone calls, the text, the Facebook posts and tags from both our family and friends. All of that is sweet and supportive and great, but too much. Another reason I like coming out here and sitting on our mountain looking out at the world.

I slowly turn around and watch as Chris is still watching the lantern on its journey, he makes eye contact and I force a half-smile. I see Dodger with his head down whimpering a bit, unaware of the circumstances but very much cued in to the emotions that surround him.

He returns the smile but it does not reach his eyes.

“Afghanistan, three years ago today,” I shrug not wanting to go any deeper, that’s enough of my past for one day. “That’s a story for another time preferable over some beers and a few shots,” another joke to cut the thick fog that surrounds us. Chris makes a move to reassure me, obviously feeling helpless at this moment. Dodger quickly gets up and sits down between Chris and I. He is facing Chris, watching his movements as though ready to defend me. I rub the top of his head letting him know that I am okay and so is the situation. “I’m okay boy, your pops was just trying to help,” I continue to stroke his head and then look up at Chris’ dumbstruck facial expression. “I...I have never seen him do something like that” he softly mumbled to himself and continues to look at me now with almost an expression of awestruck.

“That was beautiful, genuinely beautiful, is there anything else you need to do?” I gently shake my head not making eye contact the mixture of gratitude and shame is swirling. I feel the tears and thickness in my throat return and shake that off as well.

“We should start to head back then, it’s going to get dark and Dodger is such a baby in the dark,” He chuckles rolling his eyes.

It was only about a fifteen-minute walk back to the car, but he was right, the twilight sky would only last for so long. Packing up my bag and making sure that I had everything, I met the boys at the start of the trail.

“I am sorry if your hike took an unexpected turn,” I shyly shrug my shoulders “I feel like I owe you a beer or at least a meal to make up for that, I am usually not this grim of a person” I state trying to convince him and myself.

“Not a chance,” he says while reaching down to pull the twig out of Dodger’s mouth.

“I get it and I am sure you have to be up early tomorrow for your presentation and all,” I try not to sound as defeated as I feel.

“I meant, no chance that you owe me anything. It’s absolutely my treat, do you know of any good places around here?” I tried to read his face, looking for pity, but all I could see was compassion.

“There’s a nice pub a few miles away, small and simple,” trying to accommodate for him I also mention that there is patio seating that should fit Dodger’s fancy.

We reach our cars at the same time that Chris announces that he is sold on the idea and says that he will follow me. The emotions of all of this finally set in when I sat in my car. I had not felt anxious or nervous throughout our entire time together until the moment I was away from him. I pushed all of that, for the most part, away and tried to drive perfectly towards the pub. Chris turned in the parking lot after me and got out and put the lease on Dodger again. I finally saw my reflection for the first time in hours and cleaned up the tears stains that still traced my skin.

“I am not gonna lie, I honestly thought you were gonna keep driving when I pulled in here” I finally announce when I make my way over to his truck.

“Well now I am wounded Thea, wounded,” he states while dramatically placing his hands over his chest.

“It’ll buff out, I’m sure,” I say while bumping his shoulder and heading towards the door, I can hear him chuckling behind me.

I head inside and ask the bartender if there was room on the patio for us to sit and order some food and drinks. She says, of course, hands me two menus and says someone would meet us outside shortly.

I meet Chris back outside and he’s already made himself and Dodger comfy at a table. As I head over he gets up and pulls out the chair for me, which I know people roll their eyes at but I get a case of the butterflies every single time.

After some time an older woman makes her way over to us to take our order, Chris takes my suggestion on the burger and laughs when I get carded for ordering a beer. I roll my eyes and feel the blush creep across my cheeks. I dish it right back though and ask him when was the last time he even got carded, the squinting glare answered that question. The tension and awkwardness left and we slipped into casual conversation.

I think we talked for 2 hours straight.

We talked about everything and anything, it was so pure and real. My stomach started to hurt 45 minutes in from laughing so hard. “God, can you imagine growing up an only child or growing up differently than you did?” Chris asked me at one point, he was telling a story about his brother and neighbor daring him to jump from a roof onto a trampoline into a pool. He was proud to announce that he completely chicken out and thinks about how his life might be a little different if he followed through with it.

“My brother and sisters probably used to pray to be only children growing up, but I honestly couldn’t imagine it any other way. I never take for granted how close-knit we are and I continue to be thankful.” He continued to smile at me and stare at my face, which was sweet but also a bit concerning.

I whip at my face trying to see if I had something on it and ask him, “What? Do I have ketchup on my cheek or something?” He responds by rolling his eyes for the 39th time in the last few hours.

“Roll your eyes at me again! I dare you!” He scuffs and goes to roll his eyes again but stops halfway and just starts laughing.

“I just, I don’t want this to sound weird and freak you out.” He starts to rambles and it was cute but my god he was going to drive me crazy if he kept it up. I reach across the table and give his hand a squeeze in a comforting way.

“I just, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life” he looks down at his phone “when in reality it’s only been four hours. I know that sounds crazy because I don’t even know what you do for a living, but I feel like I already know ‘who you are’ if that makes any bit of sense. I am just having a tough time believing you are real.”

It absolutely did. It made complete sense and it scared me, but it also gave me another case of butterflies.

“I’m a teacher.” I took the easy way out not toughing the other topic just yet.

How does Chris respond? He rolled his god damn eyes again. With a retort of “Of course you are, why wouldn’t you be a teacher.”

“That’s it, Dodger, come here and take your human away from me!” I shout at the sweet boy just trying to take a nap. “Dodger that is the 40th time he has rolled his eyes at me, you need to take him home and teach him some manners please!” I huff sitting back into my chair and watching Chris explode with laughter.

“You are absolutely insane, I don’t think I have laughed this hard, for this long, in months. I am going to have a set of abs by the time this night is through.” Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at him.

“So what do you teach?” He finally asked me after his waves of laughter have turned into small chuckles.

“I am a middle school special education teacher” I state proudly. I truly love and respect what I do for a living and wouldn’t change it for the world.

Chris is just defeated by this point and just places his head in his hands shaking it back and forth. “You are really not helping prove that you are actually real” he mumbles into his hands.

“Says the famous actor I met while hiking a mountain and inviting me to dinner, I left the realm of reality hours ago” I smirk back at him when he finally pulls his face out of his hands.

The waitress walks over and asks if we need anything else. Chris holds up one finger to me seeing if I’m game for another round. “One more round please and two more glasses of water,” I ask while smirking at Chris. “Ohh also, can we get, I don’t know, maybe a to-go box of some sort that we can put some water in for the pup?” She nods and walks off while jotting it down in her little pad. She returns a few minutes later with all the check and drinks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to twist your arm or anything,” he says while leaning over and scratching Dodger’s head.

“Not at all, I just, unfortunately, have to drive home after this,” I say while shaking my head. “I normally cannot wait for this day to end, but today...meeting Dodger and I guess you..,” I smirk trying to make light of a tough sentence to put into words, “It really helped.”

“Well, I am just glad we found you.”

“Me too,” I say giving his hand one more squeeze before we get up and make our way to the cars.

Leaving the shot of Jameson sitting on the table, untouched, but always present, unquestioned but simply knowing.

I’ve never tagged anyone in a post before so let’s see if I get this right :) @chi00072 @capstopavenger

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Lost Souls and Reveries (Part 23)

24 part AU written for @cssns. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22. Story available on AO3 Here and FF Here. Banner created by the amazingly talented @shipsxahoy!!

A/N: Hey all! So we are back with another chapter of Lost Souls and Reveries and, as is very typical of me, I found myself trying to wrap up this story and I’ve come to the realization I need a few more chapters to do the story justice. I also had multiple readers ask (okay, beg) me to pick up the story right where the last chapter had ended so I have done that with this chapter. Be advised we will move from Killian’s POV to another character who’s POV we’ve never had before. But rest assured you’ll get some fluff, some smut, and some cuteness before getting back into the drama. Thanks so much for reading, and can’t wait to see what you all think!

Hearing Emma say the words, ‘I do’ just now as they made their vows to each other out on the front porch changed the entire plan Killian had for this evening. There could be no soft and sweet or slow and steady when he knew Emma loved him just as fiercely and entirely as he loved her. It brought too much to the forefront, prompting his body to pulse with the need and adrenaline reserved only for two perfectly suited fated mates. This didn’t seem to bother Emma though, for she replied in kind, holding him tightly and clamoring for more as they moved past the front door and into their new home.

A tour might have been an obvious first step, but it would have to wait. Right now, Killian craved the taste of his love and the satisfaction that came with making her purr. He could smell her want for him and feel the way her body shook with anticipation and desire. It was like their first night spent together all over again. None of the frenzy had dissipated, and his confidence and assuredness in them had only grown stronger. He and Emma were forever. There was nothing but this – nothing but them – and he let out a growl of approval at that as he made quick work of the alarm and bolted the front door, locking them away from the rest of the world. Before she could put even a few inches of space between them he was on her, resulting in a yelp of anticipation from Emma that dissolved very quickly into a throaty moan.

“Killian.”

His name on her lips soothed him even as they drove him just a little more insane. Didn’t she realize how lost he was for her and how such strong displays of her infatuation would drive him even more wild? She was stirring the animal inside of him, making him and his wolf completely desperate for more.

“I had a plan, love. I was going to take you room by room through this house. I was going to tell you of my dreams for this place and ask you of yours,” he said as his hands brought her harder against him, her core rubbing against his hard length through the denim of his jeans. She writhed at his show of power, her eyes hazing over to a lusty emerald green. “But that plan is no longer viable.”

“It isn’t?” Emma asked, her tongue coming out to wet her lips, taunting him and splintering his already fractured control.

“No. I can’t wait any longer, love. Maybe another day, in another moment…” he trailed off, not wanting to revisit the harrowing episodes from earlier today again, but Emma understood. Instead of letting that linger she pulled him down to kiss her and fed directly into his new dream. Soon he had her caught between his body and the wall and as he tore his lips from hers, seeking out her slender neck, he hummed before nipping at her pulse.

“You unravel me, Emma,” he said as his hands roamed her body with power and precision. He held her tight, his hold absolute, dominating his love in a way more befitting of a wolf than a man. It was primal, but oh so right, for him and for his mate, as was made clear by Emma’s little keening cries for more and her ever strengthening scent. “My mate, my wife, I must have you.”

“You do. Totally and completely,” she exclaimed, her voice growing pitchy as her breathing grew more labored.

She wiggled against him, and he resented the clothes still between them. Without real care for any of it, he stripped them down of everything he could, ripping away whatever wouldn’t easily go. He pretty much destroyed the whole outfit his Emma had been donning, but he didn’t give a damn. He’d buy her a hundred more if it made her happy, and in this moment she didn’t seem to care, watching him with increasing excitement and desire with each rip and tear. When she was naked before him, he stood for a split second totally hypnotized. He didn’t know where to start. He wanted to devour her completely and he traced the lines of where he could begin over and over a thousand times in mere moments. But when his eyes landed on the place where their pup was now growing more and more every day, he was pushed to action again, overtaken by the knowledge that he’d filled her womb with his child almost from the start. She was his in every way, tying them together and building something wholly good from their union, and both those things only made him want her more.

“It’s moments like this I thank God a little extra for what you are, love,” Killian murmured against her skin, his instincts trying to decide where it would be best to take her. Sure he could gather her up and bring her upstairs, but that would take time. Time he had no interest in wasting.

“What I am?” she asked, not following.

“A perfect blend of human and shifter. It makes you strong, love, strong enough that when I take you tonight I don’t have to hold back. I would have loved you any way you came, Emma. Never doubt that, but knowing how much you can handle…” he said as he knelt before her, his hands keeping her pressed against the wall as he maneuvered her to bring her waiting heat to his hungry mouth. “Knowing I can take you hard and make you mine again and again, well that’s the definition of a miracle.”

Without further discussion he took exactly what he wanted, savoring her taste and her desire while sating some of his need for her. This urge to dominate her, to take what he wanted while also giving her everything she could ever wish for pounded through his body, and after a day as riddled with peril as the one they’d just faced, he could do nothing to curtail this. The sounds of her wild and unchecked wants were music to his ears, and he started to lose grasp of his conscious human mind. Everything was instinct as his animal took over with just basic pulsing words blaring in his head as he tasted her sensitive flesh.

Mine. Take. Claim. Mine. Take. Claim.

He felt Emma crash into her completion once and then again and again. He drew her out and never let her rest, but when she couldn’t take love in this form any more he shifted their position, bringing her down to the ground with him but having her from behind. They’d done this before but never so brazenly, never with so much rampant need. It made the back of his throat tight with a need to howl, and when Emma begged him to take her he almost did. He cursed aloud but felt that biting sense of bliss as he slammed into her over and over. He lost himself in this but it wasn’t enough. It felt like the mating moon bearing down on them, but it was just their love. No other magic was at play, save for the magic that lay in Emma. Ultimately he needed to change their position again, never feeling fully complete without seeing her fall apart and when she did he wasn’t far behind. And in those precious moments where they truly became one, Killian found that all too elusive peace that told him just how perfect they were for each other.

“That was…” Emma couldn’t seem to find the words as they lay together on the living room floor, both spent and reveling in what they’d just done, with nothing like shame or embarrassment between them. “God, I don’t even have words. Can we do that again?”

“Every day of our lives, my love.”

After a few more moments spent enjoying their togetherness and the way that their burdens felt far beyond their reach, Killian wanted to show his soon to be bride their new home. There was just one problem – in his haste to claim his mate, he’d made a real mess of their clothes, hers most notably and in the end all they had between them was his jeans and shirt.

“There are clothes upstairs,” he explained, running his hand through his hair distractedly, as Emma stood up, completely exposed and unfazed in the slightest. But then she smiled at him and he was truly driven to distraction.

“Why bother?” she asked, stealing his shirt and throwing it over herself, the hem of it coming to just about midthigh, covering her, but making her no less tempting to him in the process. She gestured to his jeans and he put them on, reveling in the look in her eyes when he remained shirtless and available for her viewing pleasure. “See? We’re golden.”

Killian laughed at her assessment before taking her hand in his and guiding her on an actual tour through their new home, a place she clearly loved, even before seeing the redone interior. It was a great gift to him to know that he had made such a good decision in buying this estate, and Emma’s enthusiasm and excitement reassured him that he could not have done better. She was enamored with this house, and thankfully she was on board with all of the changes he’d made so far.

“I can’t believe this can be the same house. Everything is so bright and airy, but it’s still timeless,” Emma marveled, taking in the high ceilings that the first floor boasted and the charming antique moldings that adorned the walls. He’d had the contracting crew paint everything a pale eggshell for the time being, wanting a clean canvass that Emma could change should she so wish, but even like this the house was somehow still cozy. It didn’t have any sort of sterile, modern malaise. It was simple sophistication, and that seemed to be exactly what Emma wanted.

When Killian first saw the house, there were some rooms that were beyond salvaging, but many were diamonds in the rough. In some spaces, like the sunroom which was directly next to their living room, the antique windows that had always been there still worked perfectly. They formed a large glass encasement facing the east, so that early morning sunlight would always fill the area. With a bit of cleaning and restoration, the gilded beauty of a more ostentatious time was made relevant again, and the effect was classic and homey all at once. The room lacked furnishings now, but Emma immediately had ideas, something Killian knew would happen. He was almost glad for this little bit of chaos, if only because it sped up his reveal of their home. With Emma’s wishes known now, he could make this place a completed, calming hideaway for them by the time they were truly wed, and that was a goal he would be glad to accomplish. In this room especially, Killian could imagine shared stolen moments. Someday this home would be filled with their children, and there would be rare segments of time when Emma and Killian weren’t attending to them, but in the early morning, when the sun was just rising, or just after dusk when the stars were starting to appear in a vast night sky, Killian could envision them curled up, sharing a coffee or a cocoa and enjoying the respite, however fleeting it might be.

Other areas like the kitchen, were beyond small fixes. The contractors gutted the whole thing, and what now stood there was a contemporary looking space that was big enough for everything they needed. There was ample counterspace, new appliances, and a kitchen island made of local white granite, and most importantly there was an open wall so that he or Emma could see directly into what would be one day be their children’s playroom when they were cooking meals. That wasn’t the original layout of the house, but Killian had been adamant with the contractor that this was what he wanted. He and Emma hadn’t discussed this at length, but he knew that her career and the service she provided to the community meant everything to her. As such, he anticipated that he would take on a bulk of watching the kids and keeping things handled over here. He was desirous to do that, knowing that providing his family with love, protection, and stability after being denied that for so much of his youth would make him a better man. This fresh start with Emma was a way to do things right, and though it might seem overprotective, he wanted the ability to keep tabs on all their little ones at any given moment.

“This kitchen is amazing,” Emma gushed, running her hand along the sleek new features with adoration. Suddenly her cheeks flushed and Killian was on her immediately, wrapping her up in his arms and demanding to know what thought she’d had that made her blush. “I was just thinking that we’ll probably be spending a lot of time in here. What with all my pregnancy cravings and everything.”

Killian knew she didn’t just mean cravings for food, of which Emma had already begun to show signs. Since he’d gotten her pregnant Emma had been even hungrier for the love between them, and that was perfectly fine with Killian. He craved Emma every second of every day, and if she liked this kitchen and had visions of satisfaction stemming from this space, then who was he to deny her what she wanted? Hell, he’d take her right this moment if she indicated that was what she wished, but clearly this tour meant so much to her, and they still had much to see.

The rest of the first floor was all pretty standard, though Emma commented again and again about how open it was and about how it was exactly like she’d always wanted. But it took getting upstairs for really overflowing emotions to emerge. Emma saw the rooms Killian had begun to design for their future children and the features he’d put in already, like reading nooks and bay windows that matched her own childhood bedroom. There was a circular ‘tower’ room that he’d converted into a library, and even now many of Emma’s favorite books were adorning the built-in shelves around the space. She had been so busy she didn’t notice him taking them from her apartment above the clinic, but seeing them now she was overcome with emotion. Her eyes filled with happy tears, and her voice grew soft and strained from all that she was feeling.

“Oh, Killian, it’s perfect,” She said, running her hands along the wooden shelves with a dreamy expression.

After a few more minutes, Emma noticed the books that adorned many of the lower shelves and in the face of them her unshed tears managed to slip down her cheeks. For there, in an area most easily reached, there were already some childhood story staples. More than a few of those were courtesy of Emma’s parents. They had saved her favorite books from when she was a young girl and gifted them back now in hopes that one day their grandchildren would enjoy the same stories. Meanwhile, though his own possessions were much less vast than Emma’s were from childhood, there were even a few bounded tales from his youth, which he one day hoped to share with his children.

“I was thinking I could put the telescope here,” Killian said, drawing her to another wall that was made almost entirely of glass and which dipped upwards, allowing for a beautiful view of the night sky. Already the stars were twinkling, and though the grounds of their house were largely obscured by the shadows of the night, the sight was still beautiful. “I always loved the stars as a boy, I figure chances are one of our little ones might be the same.”

“They all will. They’re all going to want to be just like their Dad,” Emma said, bringing Killian’s hand atop their growing pup and smiling as she did. “They’re not even here yet and already you’re the best kind of father. You love us all so much, and that’s the one thing that matters most of all.”

Killian agreed that she was right. His love for their family was forever. It was unconditional and it would never end, as long as he lived and ever thereafter. That was probably evident in the way he’d begun to style the nurseries and designed the rest of their home, but in one room there was no real hint of their children. The master bedroom would be their space, a den of sorts, built to be the essence of comfort for him and Emma. From a giant bed with flowing white linens, to the giant clawfoot tub and the walk-in closet, Killian had chosen every feature with Emma’s happiness in mind. Things in their life were already hectic, and when they had kids it would be the same, just in new and differing ways. He felt strongly that Emma and he should have this, a private little oasis where they ended and started each day together.

To say that Emma agreed would be an understatement, and she showed him that immediately, by pulling him into bed and ‘christening’ the room in a way that drew them both to bliss. All in all, it was a perfect first night together, and a miraculous stretch of time where both of them could put down their worries about of the state of their small world. They ate, they bathed, they made love more than once, and they cemented their mating bond over and over again. The monsters in their lives were pushed to a far away distance, and somehow they both managed to sleep after everything they’d gone through. Nine full hours of rest were attained, and both of them slept with only peaceful dreams, but alas, the real world could only wait for so long, and sure enough it came tumbling back in again. When it did Killian woke right away, hearing the chirping of his phone before it woke Emma and walking into the room beside theirs, which happened to be their nursery before answering the call.

“You found something?” He said, not even greeting Ruby’s call with a hello or a good morning.

“We did. Graham managed to get surveillance tape of George’s SUV. He changed the plates but there’s a recognizable scratch along the front. Definitely bear claws. Graham ran it through the national database and got a hit at the border.”

“So he’s in Canada now?”

“Yeah, but we lost the trail there. Graham’s police contacts seem to not be as international as we might need them to be.”

“So we’ve got nothing then?”

“Not so fast, Lance of all people got a message from a mountain lion clan about six hours from here. There’s something happening up there, something weird.”

“What do you mean by something?”

“Animals are acting strangely, unaccounted for tracks, and there’s a smell, or rather a stench as they put it.”

“More sick shifters?”

“Only one way for us to find out, but it sounds like it. Good news is David and Neal made good progress with a cure, and in the meantime, they found a sedative that works. Anna’s bear let them test it on him and he was out damn near all night. They’re prepping more now.”

Killian heard the sound of Emma waking up, the sheets on their now messy bed rustling as she moved and he sighed, knowing that yet again he was facing real danger and an enemy that didn’t want him and Emma to have this peace. The only consolation was that a lead could get them past this. If they could find these shifters, then maybe they could find George and really get rid of him. That was the ultimate priority as the man was seemingly decided against letting Emma be.

“Do we know anything about the area?”

“We don’t, but David seems to. He says it was a long time ago, but when he was a kid he went with George past the border. They stayed with another family of hunters who lived not too far from this clan. David had heard that family were all gone now, some sort of hunter feud gone bad, but land records show there’s a massive estate out there. No listed residents but taxes on it get paid every year so no one’s messed with it.”

“George is probably there,” Emma said, putting into words Killian’s own assumptions as she curled into his side, and he nodded to her as he promised Ruby that they’d be there in thirty minutes. When he’d hung up the call. He looked to Emma, hating what he had to say next.

“We’re going to need to send a tracking team love, and there’s a reason Ruby called me. Of all of us, it’s likely me, Liam, and your father who are most needed out there. If this place is really as rural as Ruby made it seem, we’re the only ones trained for this kind of thing.”

“Well good, you should go then,” Emma said, moving to get dressed. “But I’m going with you.”

“Emma, you don’t have to do this,” he replied. “Yesterday was a lot for you and the baby and -,”

“Oh no you don’t. There is no way in hell I am sitting on the sidelines. This is my fight too, and besides, we both know that even if you’ll worry about me with you, it’s nothing compared to what you’ll feel if we’re apart.”

How could he argue with her when she was exactly right? He would feel better knowing she was with him, danger or not. After yesterday, there was just no comparison. Fighting side by side would now always be his preference and Emma knew that and made no complaints.

Soon enough they were ready and reunited with the others, and it became abundantly clear that more people wanted to go than could easily be brought. Killian and Liam were a given, as was David for obvious reasons. He was the only hunter among them, he had a baseline awareness of the area, and he had the most resentment against George of any of them. Ruth couldn’t bear to go, and it didn’t make sense for most of the others, but finally it was settled that Emma and Anna would round out the team. On this they had only mild pushback, all of it from Elsa.

“If you’re going, I’m going,” she said, not to Liam but to Anna. His brother’s mate seemed to trust in Liam’s ability and obviously didn’t desire to be away from him, but her fiercest protective instincts only came out for her sister and for Emma. Since Emma had Killian to watch over her, Elsa was appeased on that score, but Anna was more precariously placed, and also guided by emotion that could end up being her downfall.

“No, Elsa, you have to stay here. Ruby needs you to help with tracing Gold, she can’t do it alone, and I need you to stay with him,” Anna said, motioning towards the bear who remained trapped in the crystal enclosure.

The bear had been paying attention this whole discussion, and he roared out an aggressive sound. Clearly it didn’t like the idea of Anna leaving, and Killian couldn’t blame him. But there was very little choice, especially when Anna wanted to get some kind of vengeance for him. Before he could get too worked up, Anna slipped back into the crystal enclosure. While no one outwardly gasped this time, it was still alarming, and Emma squeezed his hand tight as she watched her friend.

“I know you hate this idea,” Anna said, pressing her hand to the bears face lovingly. “I’m not a huge fan either, but I know it’s the right thing. My instincts are going haywire, telling me it has to be like this. I’ll never know peace until I know he can never hurt us – hurt you again.”

The bear growled, but the sound was aimed at George and not Anna. Surprisingly the bear then reached its claw out to grab Anna and pull her close in what was quite literally a bear hug. Anna let out a sound between a laugh and a cry, but she relaxed into the embrace for a moment. Finally she pulled back, pressing a quick peck to the bear’s cheek before promising to come back. When she was through the crystal enclosure again, she looked to Elsa, and the tears in her eyes did nothing to deter her conviction.

“I can’t leave him with just anyone, Els. Leaving at all is hard enough, but I have to. This man hurt him, tortured him, and it makes me crazy. I have to help bring him down, but I can’t if you won’t stay here and protect him for me.”

Elsa stood there quietly for a moment, her hands balling and releasing unsteady fists as a range of emotions crossed her face. She clearly hated this idea, and her eyes flicked between Anna and Emma, before ultimately landing on Liam. Killian watched as his brother whispered an assurance in his mate’s ear and then kissed her surely, and when they pulled back Elsa’s fear was somewhat eased but by no means erased. Still, she chose brave acceptance over continued argument.

“You have to promise me you will stay with Liam or Emma at all times,” Elsa said to Anna, emotion caught in her throat as she spared another glance at her mate and Emma to confirm. “Seriously, you all three better come home to me or there will be hell to pay.”

“Everyone is coming home, and that is an order,” Mary Margaret said, her stares intent on David and Emma, though she clearly cared for all of them.

It was almost humorous to see the fierceness of a mother and a wife so closely mirroring Elsa’s fear as a friend and sister. If one didn’t know better, she and Mary Margaret would seem like family, but then again they were. Truth be told, every person here were all of them connected together, whether through blood, love, or unbreakable bond and that was all exceptionally clear as goodbyes were said, and ‘see you soons’ were exchanged.

“There’s no use worrying now about how this is gonna go,” David said a few minutes later as they got into the car and he drove the clinic’s SUV out of town and due north.

“Oh no?” Anna asked, her eyes watching the landscape like at any moment she’d see her mate running through this grove of woods.

“When my wife gives an order, she gets her way. If she says we’re coming home, we’re coming home.”

The joke achieved its objective, lightening the mood and bringing a small smile to everyone’s face. And though there were no real guarantees, and the future was still unsure, Killian chose to believe that Emma’s father was right. For after all of this, they simply had to survive, and when they did it would be on to happy endings, and the days of warring villains would be past them once and for all.

………………………..

Idiot! Fool! Complete and total failure!

The snarling voice inside his mind gave life to all of Gold’s own feelings about the sham of a hunter who had driven him astray.

What a farce this had been, and infuriatingly, what a harrowing misstep they both had made. All of this magic and time, wasted. He was low on his stores, having depleted too much of his saved up power not just in the past few days but over a series of years, and the thought was repulsive to Gold. After decades of harvesting every last bit of magic he could from creatures and beasts all over this world, here he was, weak and vulnerable. That wouldn’t last too long. A few months in one of his many hideaways and he’d revive himself to a more stable position. He had plenty of treasures back home designed to help him do just that. But still, what an embarrassment, and it was all because George Nolan was too blinded by purpose to prepare for all outcomes.

Of all the things to be undone by, a mated bond was one Gold never anticipated. Surely a seasoned hunter wouldn’t be so stupid, so pitiably dumb as to miss a possible match set by a natural magic far stronger than any Gold could conjure. But then that was the problem with these humans. All of them were so guided by their own crusades and devoted to overblown ego. Still, hunters were supposed to be of at least some use. They knew of magic in this world, they were privy to more than the average so and so. Yet in this situation it clearly meant nothing and now years of planning were gone, faster than he could flick his wrist and cast a spell.

Walking through the doors of this dilapidated shack that humans called a home, Gold bit back his sneer. Or maybe he didn’t. Why guard himself now? The cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, and now it was time to clean up. He had made a mess, or at least had allowed a mess to happen, and now it was time to make things right and protect himself before this belligerent waste of space made even more trouble.

“You played me!” George said, appearing from the back of the room that was obscured with shadow with a cross bow drawn and aimed Gold’s way. “You reneged on our deal! You told me you’d give me a weapon to kill them, and look what you did instead!”

“What I did?” Gold bit out, the words filled with venom and yet sterilized from most of the hate and rage flowing in his veins. He stepped closer to George, never flinching even when the hunter raised his bow to aim at his heart. “You were the one who made the choice. Who caught the beast in question? Was it me? Oh no, it was you. I offered one after another after another. I made it as easy as I possibly could for you to have all that you wanted. I gave you access to every shifter I could find, I ravaged half a dozen packs and chose the strongest of each clan, but none of them suited you. No wolf would do. No lion would suffice. I searched high and low, but it had to be a grizzly, and for what?”

“You know as well as I do that the infusions work best with a larger beast -,”

“Ha! You and your little ‘infusions.’ It was my magic that made anything possible. Without me you couldn’t stabilize that sickness to save your life. You would have had nothing, nothing!”

“Would have had? I have nothing now! Not only did the bear not fulfill the objective, they captured it.”

“You really can’t even grasp your own stupidity can you?” Gold asked. If he were capable of pity he would have felt it in this moment, watching as George looked confused in the face of his words. “They didn’t capture the beast. The bear has a fated mate and she is a witch. A friend of your great-niece.”

“That’s not possible. I designed the virus to override that instinct.”

At this Gold let out a sharp cackle, a maniacal sound that echoed through the aging wood of this long forgotten cabin. He hadn’t laughed like this in a long time and it really was funny, even if it was also a fucking farce.

“Override the instinct? You really are as dumb as any human off the street.” George’s anger got the better of him and he shot the arrow at Gold, but Gold was faster, waving his hand and halting the motion of the weapon as it clattered to the ground. “There is nothing in the world stronger than a fated mate. True love, soul mates, they exist in all the fairy tales for a reason. As long as there has been magic in the world, love has had power.”

“Well you should have told me! How was I to know?”

“See that’s the problem with you – you think that in this deal it’s I who serves your purpose. And I’m here to assure you of how wrong you are,” Gold said lifting the arrow with his powers back from the ground and turning it back to face at George. “The only reason I let you have your little sickness was to suit my needs. I want those witches and the hybrid. You promised me them in exchange for your weapon.”

“Maybe if you had told me why you want them so bad we could have avoided this.”

Gold ignored the barb, but his own sense of foreboding crept in again. He suppressed it, refusing to allow a dying witch’s last words to haunt him any longer. He was taking control of the situation, stifling any threat, or at least he was trying to.

“But it’s too late now.”

“Too late?” Gold said with a barked out laugh. “We’ve a half a dozen more shifters roaming around these mountains, waiting to be sent to track and kill, and none of them with mates to find in that wretched pack.”

“Doesn’t matter. David knows what he’s up against now, and he may be a disgrace, but I also trained him. He’ll have found a way to fend them off by now, he and those abominations he carries on with.”

“You really believe he has that ability?”

“I do,” George admitted, angrily.

“So what? It’s just over then? You’re giving up and reneging on your deal?”

“The way I see it the deal is moot – you failed to provide -,”

“I gave you everything I promised!” Gold screamed out, and the sound of it boomed around them, echoing in a thunder clap above them. The wind had picked up inside the cabin, the air crackled with energy, and yet when he calmed, that aching sense of exhausting kicked back in. he was weak right now, and he couldn’t afford this fight. But that didn’t mean he planned to lose. Far from it. “And now you’ll see just how strong a weapon that it was.”

With a flick of his wrist, the arrow fell down to the ground again, and George let out a sigh of relief, but then the howl of animals in the night emanated from a few miles away, sending an eerie chill even through Gold’s body. Oh he was at no risk, to be sure. His magic had a failsafe – no creature in his hold could turn on him, but any block against their attacking George was now gone. After all, a deal was a deal, and if a man couldn’t meet terms… well, that was hardly his problem.

“What did you do, Gold?” George asked, but Gold just smiled, giving an exaggerated wave goodbye, laughing again as he turned for the door. “Gold?! Gold!”

The sound of desperate calling was music to his ears as he walked away into the woods, heading to somewhere no one could find him without paying a hefty price. And though it might take some time, Gold reveled in the thought that by this time next year his latest trophies would be found. The witches and the hybrid would be his, fate would be rewritten, and he would remain the most powerful creature of them all.

Post-Note: Okay so yeah, this was wild even for me, BUT I needed you guys to see a little more of how things have gone awry and to know more than Emma and the others do. When I hinted a few weeks back about a spin-off of this series, I always had tracking Gold in mind, and though the story will feature CS, it will more centrally revolve around some of our other characters. Rest assured though, Gold is now out of the picture in this story, but George and the six sick shifters are still very much an issue. We’ll get to the climactic conclusion of that next time, and in the meantime I hope you guys enjoyed, I thank you so much for reading, and I hope you’ll keep enjoying this journey with me as we hit our last two chapters (and maybe a bonus epilogue or two)!

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