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Poly Lupos

Lappland x Reader x Texas

Tags: soulmate au, vague ABO dynamics, hurt-comfort, non-sexual intimacy, brief argument, the puppies are separated and sad, almost no signs of it but both of them are transfem in this, there is gonna be a part 2

Word count: 3903

Holding down the fort for the night was one hellishly boring job, more tiring than actual deliveries you'd argue on most days. In truth, you were just waiting for Texas to return. You always think you've learned your lesson about waiting for her, but being the first to see her when that squealy old door opened at an ungodly hour of the night was another kind of pleasure. One that warmed the soul.

Well, that is if she sticks to schedule and arrives at the approximated hour she communicated two days ago. You sigh as you sink into the couch, contemplating on shutting the led lights off and ultimately deciding not to, reminiscing about the many times you've fallen asleep after doing so. A jacket left conveniently over your body when you woke up.

It wasn't more than two, maybe three seconds you've spent with your eyes closed before a rap on the window startled you, a familiar sequence that let the hair on the back of your neck lay back down. Walking lazily towards the curtain, pulling it back to reveal a silvery moon ray with a matching set of shiny canines. You opened the window with a content smile, leaning down on the base of it, "Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" you start in a melodramatic tone, hand extending for her to grasp in her own.

With a short giggle she continued, "call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized," bringing your hand to her lips, brushing your knuckles before lifting her gaze to you, whispering in an amused tone "a rose by any other name." She finished her line, raising her head back up.

"Maybe even sweeter if it has your name," you muse, hands refusing to part, content to stay in your current predicament. "Wanna hop inside, mademoiselle?" you gestured with your head, the crisp spring night mingling with the scented candles inside. Cinnamon and some other woody fragrances, mixed well with the smell of cigarettes you've noticed.

The white lupo shook her head lightly, "How would the lady feel about a moonlit stroll instead," she offered, hand already gently tugging you to the outside, all the while her tail swished behind her ragged open coat. And looking into her light gray eyes, how could you say no? Giving little more than an eyeroll you climb out, hands never parting with each other as you go in a random direction. Exploring the peripheries of the city your safehouse was placed at.

Hand swaying lightly, walking shoulder to shoulder and feeling her tail beat at the back of your thighs took you way back when you were just children. One of the lucky ones in Siracusa to find their soulmates and still be able to see them again after the fact, as beautiful as it is, that place would've snuffed you out long ago if it wasn't for…

"So," you start, trying to sound as casual as ever, "how's life on the ship treating you?" You ask, her stay there made her harder to see but easier to find, put her in dangerous missions but assured her medical safety. A two edged sword you had many complicated feelings about. Reflected in how she felt your hand squeeze hers.

Lappland took the lead, going in front of you as she waved her hand dismissively "Ah, you know how the old steel trap is," she said, stopping in front of what you quickly made out to be what remains of a bench. More missing boards than what were left, enough to sit and lean back on though, so there she led you to sit, facing the wasteland and the moon gradually descending upon it. "It makes every moment spent outside feel like the first snow in winter," she gave a subdued smile, gazing at the scenery.

Sitting at the opposite corner of the bench, you couldn't help but think the moon made your lover glow, almost like the halo of a Sankta but brighter, way above any heavenly principle they followed. "I've given my signature for them to try a new surgery on me," she confessed, voice small and devoid of any dramatic flair "doctors don't like my chances," her beautiful eyes lowered to the ground, afraid to face yours.

A new experimental surgery to remove her oripathy, significant chances she might not survive, didn't even contact you before she signed, only now told you about it, and the worst part? She's perfectly right to do so. Oripathy is a lethal disease that takes you away from your loved ones sooner than later in various painful ways, and it is advancing on her quicker than your average patient even with the pills you've bargained her to take daily and any other means of suppressing it. For her, it just isn't as efficient. And her constant use of her arts isn't helping, but what can she do about it? Not use them and risk dying on the battlefield? Oh this woman was gonna be the death of you before she had the chance of stepping the other foot in her grave.

After what you deduced were good minutes, a significant sigh left your lungs as you slid as close as physically possible to your now lightly trembling mate. A stray unwanted thought about how you'll miss her citrusy scent skipped through your head before your arms wrapped around her torso, your warm skin melting her into you. "You're strong Laps, you'll come back you always do," you assured, a hand coming to play in her wavy hair, gently tracing her ears, rubbing your fingers at their base as her head rested on your shoulder.

A weak smile played at her lips, her fingers tracing little stars into your pant leg, "what happened to 'Lappy' hmm?" she sounded more like herself again. The energetic white wolf you chased down the busy streets of Siracusa, the one you'd watch spar with the other heir of the big famiglias, only for both to come dog pile you under the shade of the walnut tree you'd secretly meet at. When you three were there, all family wars and stupid rules went away, you could be yourselves. When only two of you were there, you found your fates were tied together, in your childish minds this would've freed you from secrecy your rank no longer being a matter of concern.

In reality it only pushed away your white wolf, forced to watch from afar as you married way too young. Now locked inside the Texas family territory and kept on a tight leash, your biggest nightmares were coming to life. During the day, your dear black wolf tried her best to accommodate you, keep her family at bay as they enforced their etiquette and expectations. In the safety of the night you and Lappland would find solace in each other, the distance made the heart yearn, and during one feverish night in a motel bedroom far away, as clothes peeled away from skin you've found fate has granted you another blessing.

"Oh you want corny? I can start calling you my love," your fingers brushing the soul mark above her chest, a wolf chasing the moon, it's mouth open, "my lune, my lapipi." You stop yourself abruptly to laugh at the nickname, followed by hers, a delight to your ears. Her pulse under your fingertips a precious memory you keep engraved in your mind. Her weight against you an anchor, her breath tickling your neck, long lashes blinking up at you reflecting the dark blue sky.

And it could all be gone.

"I have a feeling I know the answer to this but, is there any way I can be with you when y'know?" Your lover who you scarcely see, your soulmate that was separated from you by disease, your mate that did everything for you, at least you could do this for her. You felt your entire being falter as you watched her gaze wander away.

"Amore," she started unsure, and in a way you understood, R.I. was a mixed bag of people mostly infected and trained fighters who for a lack of a better word were unpredictable. Her oripathy induced aggressive outbursts, while under control via medicine they were still present. Also the thought of the surgery failing and you being there, having to see her lifeless body, to see her being rolled into the crematorium. Before you had the chance to properly start a life together.

Bringing your hand to rest against her check you placed a kiss to her forehead, "It's alright," you whispered into the small space, your own little world where everything is fine "just, come back to us as soon as you can." She was pliable in your hands, letting you tilt her head this way and that, kissing over the scar across her eye, the bridge of her nose, her checks, the corner her mouth. As your lips met her arms encircled you, careful with her strength she pulled you into her lap, looking up at you like you were the only star in the sky. "She misses you too," you say as you hold her face into your palms.

For a moment you could see a storm brewing behind her eyes, her pupils shrinking and dilating again, her grip on you becoming tighter. You watch as her face contorts in protest before tears start gliding down her face, silent whines accompanying. Gently you pull her in, ear to your heart as years of bottled emotion poured. Time passes, none of you dares speak until she pulls her head away, eyes red "I should go," she mumbles with no ounce of will to actually do so "need to take my morning shot," she reasons.

Slowly you shuffle off her lap and extend your arms, helping her off of the bench. You've done this hundreds of times and it dawns on you, maybe on her too. Whether for good or not, this was your last goodbye done like this.

Quickly you bring one of her hands to your mouth, taking her ring finger inside and carefully biting on it, just enough to leave an imprint of your teeth. Lappland stood speechless as she watched you give her a hopeful smile, "Consider this a promise, next time we meet I'll have a proper ring," and with that you were gone. Back to the safehouse and she back to the landship, holding her hand like it was gonna be stolen from her any second now.

The chill breeze prickled your skin, but it gave you another thing to focus on rather than the information you've been given. Your Lappland, surgery, they're probably gonna cut into her to pull those wretched crystals out, aren't they? In your stupor you hadn't noticed the off-roader pulled in front of the safehouse.

Choosing to enter from where you left and close the window behind you felt like you woke up from a dream-turned-nightmare, ready to come back to your daily life. The sky was becoming pinker, the lights inside were still on and there was a certain brand of cigarettes permeating the air, suddenly feeling warm around your face you decided to walk towards the kitchen where the smell was strongest.

"You know doors exist, right?" her first words to you since your last call days ago, at least you know for sure it's Texas sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. Still in her work clothes, swords discarded and beautiful long hair begging to be combed, "You went to see her," she says before taking in a long drag, hoping the tobacco will cover her scent on your clothes.

Here we go again. You hummed affirmatively, passing her on your way to the fridge, grabbing a carton of takeout and placing it into the microwave to reheat. "She actually came to me," you turned to lean against the counter, arms crossed as you watched the smoke weave into the air, a familiar scene that brought a sense of normality. Not to say her being in a bad mood was common, being alone on the road for so long would make anyone cranky, you reasoned.

Texas leaned on her forearms, closing herself like a turtle in it's carapace, Lappland was still a sensitive subject no matter how long it's been "She's dangerous," she started quietly, avoiding your eyes, tail curled and heckles raised slightly. She braced for an indignant reaction, all she heard was the microwave ding.

Calmly you took out the food, dumping it onto a plate and setting it in front of her. "I'm serious," she accentuated, raising her eyes to meet your dejected ones. "I am too," you responded casually, leaning down and gently taking the halfway done smoke from her fingers. "I won't let you have just this for dinner," you stated, taking a drag of your own as you stared her down until she picked up her food.

Texas knew you weren't going to speak until she ate so wordlessly she complied as you finished her cigarette. They were never your thing, even now as she takes glances from time to time you more so watch it burn to the filter rather than actually taking it to your mouth. A memory flashes behind her eyes, blowing smoke into your mouth under the walnut tree, watching the sunset together and shily interlocking fingers. Such simple times.

Stubbing the bud in the steel ashtray you reached to take her plate, turning back around to wash it painfully slow, letting the cold water run over your hands. This was a strange new kind of quietness between the two of you, something stagnant and pressing from all sides unlike the comfortable silence you'd hide together in. Utterly unbearable.

"H-hey," she starts, unsure of how to navigate this delicate situation, you were never the quiet one. "I know she doesn't do it willingly," now at least, she pauses grasping for words to communicate her worries with. She opens and closes her mouth multiple times, feeling like a fish out of water as you let the water run, unmoving. "I just don't want that to happen again," she murmurs, hand coming to her mouth as if trying to push the words back.

Blood froze in your veins, after all this time, all the struggles and therapy and weeping phone calls and medication, all of which she's been absent from. Oh you knew damn well what 'that' referred to. "Tex, we've talked about this plenty," you tried to dismiss this subject, fingers gripping the bridge of your nose, your face burning against cold fingers. Breathing steadily was becoming harder.

But the black wolf wasn't standing down "She started the family war," it was too late to stop herself. The floodgates were wide open now.

"Her father gave the order," your hand gripped onto your forearm with restraint "she never wanted that to happen and you know it," you grit your teeth. And maybe she'd have understood any other day, but not right now.

"Then why did she tell him?" her fiery gaze turned to the back of your neck, only imagining that rancid old man Saluzzo and how much she'd like to cut his head off.

"She thought it would unite us, she was trying to help," you defend in rapid words, voice wavering.

"She hurt you!"

Texas stood up, turning to you fully, tail bushy and swinging from the stress, ears pressed to her head and eyes stinging. She was not going to cry. Why even was she doing this?

"It was an accident!" you turned violently, tears straying from your eyes. "You know what wasn't an accident tho? When you slashed her eye!" it felt horrible to say, like the world fell onto your shoulders, making your chest feel heavy with guilt. "She was dropping her weapons," you whispered, lip trembling as you folded into yourself, a ball crouched on the tiled floor.

'Well now that all the hurtful words that could be said were thrown and you've made her cry, are you satisfied?' A small voice spoke inside Texas's mind, 'now that you pushed her into hurting you too, do you think it justifies all your remarks prior?' She couldn't be there anymore, soundlessly she stepped away, world blurry as she went to any other room but there.

Your mind seemed to run a mile a minute, replaying the same memories again and again. Finding your soul connection to Lappland, her talking excitedly about how now you could all be married and solving the family tensions between her and Texas, the night the Texas mansion was raided and bathed in blood. The originium protruding out of Lappland's leg, fighting with herself for control over her body, tears streaming down her face, trying so hard being close to letting her swords fall. Texas rushing in scared for your life, trying to calm her down, a sudden move, a startled Lappland, the swing, the cold steel, the ripping of flesh, the boiling blood running down your torn clothes, the ashy floor, the start of an apology, her scream of pain, and…

And Texas was back. Crouched in front of you, quiet sobs still fighting their way out her throat. "Hey, I ran you a bath," she said, a hiccup breaking her sentence, sitting for a minute maybe expecting you to at least look at her or respond. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, at the first ruffle of clothes you grabbed forward, catching her arm as she was getting ready to stand. In your mind it was decided, no more running away.

Steam poured out of the bathroom when you entered with the black wolf in tow, still holding onto her arm. You watched the condensation trickle down the wall as you undressed, letting her settle in first, tail resting in her lap. Occupying the opposite side you let the warmth seep into your bones, allowing stress and any other negative feelings to dissipate. "I'm sorry too," you sigh out, her perking ears plucking at your heartstrings, "we were all young and scared," you bump your knee to hers lightly. Was this shared past always gonna haunt you?

The conversation dies there as you reach for an unscented bottle of shampoo, lathering your hands in it before passing it to her. Living a normal life was far from reach but that didn't mean you won't try at any moment to offer yourselves that. "Can I wash your back?" a shy inquiry, said as you were just done scrubbing the soap in your roots, how could you say no. Carefully you turned yourself in the tub, settling between her legs, lean muscle with sparce fine hairs adorning it. You choose to play with the bubbles gathered atop the water as her nails passed across your back, cupping water and gently letting it rinse you down.

While rinsing your hair you felt those same nails caressing a old line going a good portion along your back. Nothing but a light line across your skin now, nothing stitches couldn't solve back then no matter how bad it might've looked. You remember being in the hospital wing up in Rhodes to get checked for infection, sneaking out of your bed to visit Lappland when Texas would fall asleep at your bed. Her having to be interned for her originium levels while you and Tex went to look for work with Penguin Logistics. Promising you'll visit each other as much as you could.

"Cellinia," you called, reaching your hand over your shoulder in a grabbing motion, soon finding it intertwined with hers, "she's gonna go into surgery soon, for the oripathy". Saying it out loud made it so much more real, you felt a reassuring squeeze. You have no clear idea how long you've sat motionless, looking into space feeling lost and hopeless like never before. The water was cold when Texas gently scooped you out, helped you dry yourself and led you to bed.

Golden rays passed through the half opened blinds, you let your back hit the bed. Texas settled on top of you like a comforting weight, head resting against your breastbone, where two wolves chasing the sun and moon marked your skin. Mindlessly, your hand caressed along her left shoulder blade where the suneater adorned her. Your eyes fixed on the window, watching the particles of dust dance in the sunlight.

"How did she look?" she whispered, barely disturbing the atmosphere around you two, a hand reaching toward your damp locks. "Thinner," you whispered back, fingers feeling up each vertebra to her nape and back down. Fresh memories played in your head, you could see it clearer than any camera, you felt it in the way Lappland lifted you. Her hands trembled and when she walked her steps looked strained, her eyebags were noticeable even in the dark, the crystals looked bigger.

The originium is consuming her slowly.

"Did she seem upset," Texas asks after a moment of fiddling with the ends of your hair, you give a weak smile. "She's her same usual self," you say, thinking back on your midnight meeting, "so full of life," you feel your eyes stinging again "bright… and charming and she wants to come back to us so badly," you croak, hand coming to wipe away small tears.

Under the blanket you felt her tail budge here and there the slightest bit, "But I-" she couldn't find her words. "Cellinia, she's forgiven you long ago," you sighed in tired exasperation, hand coming up to rub behind her ear, her tail swaying slowly "it's about time you two reconciliated," you racked your fingers in her silky hair, taking in her earthy scent, a touch of coffee grounds and tobacco, a piece of heaven in of itself.

"Do you really think so?" she murmurs, unlike herself as she raises on her elbows, her sunset eyes uncertain but hopeful, at her most vulnerable you've seen in a while. Gingerly, your hand goes to cradle her cheek, resting the other under your head to gaze better at her. At the end of the day, her heart breaks just as much as yours, hurts as much as you do, bears guilt over it and works to build a better life for all three of you. Even if in her mind, Lappland would never forgive her, for the things she's done, for the things she's said.

A stroke of your thumb brought her back to your loving gaze. "I know so, pretty girl," you utter with the same tone that tells her everything will be alright and watch her face bloom into a light pink, "she loves you, just as I do." You lean in and crane your neck, letting your lips touch briefly.

Having always been better at expressing herself through actions, Texas leans forward into the kiss, steadily pushing your head back onto the pillow. Straying from your lips to your neck and trailing slow, faint kisses to the middle of your chest where warmth was blooming, over your mark. "We'll need to look for a place of our own then," she yawns, letting her head rest back on it, eyes closed, heart a little lighter.

"With a bigger bed," you added, heavy eyelids closing on their own as you used your last energy to pull the covers a little higher.

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