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kaitsawamura · 3 years

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would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮ Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮ Rating: M (for mature) ⎮ WC: 5525 ⎮ Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader ⎮ Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint) ⎮ AO3

NOTES⎮ Thanks to @spacelabrathor for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome for fueling my Kiri fever dreams. Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp. Hope y'all enjoy! (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar. But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it. They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself. Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer. You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet. He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally… and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time. It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it. Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people. You’d have the whole place to yourselves. Like that should mean something. Which it did. It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach. Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago. Neither of you had made a move. Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with. It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on. But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency. The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye. Not for the obvious reasons. Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse.

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk. But he was just like that you had quickly discovered. He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch. He knew when to push and when to back off. He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn. The kids flocked to him. Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him. It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts. The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there? You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly. It isn’t big. You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses. Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous. But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time. Clean, straight lines and lots of windows. In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door. Is that a pool ? Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro. The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth. You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out! I mean, that would have been fine, of course. I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.” He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool. “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!” You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym. I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely. You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here. The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves. But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins. You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago. And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs. No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side. Shit. His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you. He has to know . Doesn’t he? From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive. Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard. You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping. It’s so green . There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna. Violets, tulips. Huge hosta plants. And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!” He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it? I guess it is pretty nice, huh?” You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile. You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.” You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “What are you thinking for today?” The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat. You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?” You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan. The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips. He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick. You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet. He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display. Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri. I just don’t want to wear you out . You’re a Pro Hero. You’re on the job a lot more than I am. Plus, you’re getting kind of old. Is that a little gray I see coming in?” Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair. There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted. Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.” Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw. His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip. His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment. You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity. He looks as if he’s going to devour you. You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body. A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up. The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin. The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen. You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat. The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym. You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment. When you could give extra attention with extra time.

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you. You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk. Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit. Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist. It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk. Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk. It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills. The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy. You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well. You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven. His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice. You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out. It surges through you like pure energy.

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook. This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt. Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet. He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?” He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach. You were fast, but still not always fast enough. You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in. Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top. You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over. “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard. You good?”

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable. He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late. You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today. Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back. But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core. He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours. You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before… “Fuuu-.” It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open. You’re seeing stars. Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again. You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun. You snort, rolling your eyes. Why does he still look so fucking good? The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl. His hair has curl to it? You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes. You like the curl. “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?” It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms. “I’m thinking not. Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.” You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows.�� Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.

“Is that any way to treat your student, Red Riot?” You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll. He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space. You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher. I’m not that much older than you. Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?” He’s so fucking close. This is getting dangerous. Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance. Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass. Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.

So you fall back on what you’re here to do. Fight. You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away. His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared. He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay. I see. I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?” You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri. Bring it on.” He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control. “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles. Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more. Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply. And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon. But you’re also both stubborn. And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination. No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration. The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not. You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head. You can be too predictable sometimes.” He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire. You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless. You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc. A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle. He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming. But he doesn’t. And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward. He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand. You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck. Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body. It doesn’t take long for him to tap out. You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off. Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride. You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad. In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good . He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you. His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere. He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes. If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you. He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable. You did good today. Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far. Keep it up.” He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts. He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment. “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--” The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his. His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair. You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more. Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment. A suspended second in time. But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side. But it’s warm and gentle. Gentle. Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle? But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations. His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit. You’re so wet .” He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit. He takes his hand away and you mewl. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts. You nod, eyes half-lidded. He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious. Adoration. It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt. You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it. Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm. You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat. He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to. He’s done this before, he’s had to. He’s too good. Too fucking good. Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth. “Shit. Shit. Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--” He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym. It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue. But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock. You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum. Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them. Another time, maybe.

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing . He could snap you like a twig. But he won’t. You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…” You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders. You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled. You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much. His forehead drops to yours as he pants. But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to. It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins. You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss. “Oh fuck, ohfuck.” You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing. “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper. Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity. Let him leave marks. Let him leave them everywhere. He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling. “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.” His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good. S’ tight. Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym. The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip. He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes. Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ” He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct. He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point. “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream. Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic. The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath. “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins. His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt. He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole. Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours. Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before. You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri. Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression. Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed. He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex. But you’re smiling. Lazy and tired, completely at ease. “Wanna take a shower?” When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest. He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm. Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra. Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now. When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again. His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss. But it's slow and sweet.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers. He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water. Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now. The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep. But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in. When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel. “You okay?” He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired. I should, uh, probably get going.” Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line. Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail. But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug. A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest. His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice. You bury your face further in as you nod against him. Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed. He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him. Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you. The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket. It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets. He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake. You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb. A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist. His eyes are open now and he watches you. You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious. “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time. I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t… I don’t really hook up .” Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across. He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful. And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along. You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling. “I just. I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. And normally I would have wined and dined you first but... Well. Here we are. Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face. “Is something funny?” That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri. I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.” A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection. The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years

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Companions seeing soles baby for the first time? (Dont specify the name or gender though please, also could add a bonus for maxson-)

Okay... So I might have been slightly self-indulgent with the Piper one at first since I've got such a soft spot for my favorite nosy reporter. But I tried to balance it out so now y'all maybe won't notice so much! 😅

As for the Maxson bonus, I'm not too familiar with his character, but I tried! In my playthroughs, I've only ever sided with the Minutemen and the Railroad, and the most affection I've felt for the Brotherhood comes in the form of Danse. However, I am starting another playthrough, so I might go Brotherhood this time. I did the best I could, y'all. 👍

I hope you enjoy! 🥰💙💛

Cait - Does not even know how to act. When she comes through the door, her eyes locked on the bundle in F!Sole's arms, she trips over the doorway and immediately curses. However, she swiftly apologizes as if the child can understand the words. F!Sole just chuckles and pats the spot on the side of the bed, inviting Cait to come see the baby up close. Cait very slowly shuffles over and sits down, just staring at the baby. She wants to touch the baby, but she's scared to because what if she makes it cry and then she'll cry and then it'll be a mess and then--- And then F!Sole asks her if she wants to hold the baby. She very hesitantly nods just barely, almost a reflex reaction, and F!Sole hands it to her. She hold it very stiffly, but as securely as she can, just looking down at its sweet, little face. She will protect this thing with her very life.

Piper - Is absolutely in love with the baby as soon as she sees it and she carefully sits on the bed next to F!Sole, just grinning like an idiot as she looks at her best friend's child there before her. When F!Sole asks if she wants to hold it, she wholeheartedly agrees. She very carefully picks it up and holds it in her arms, just marveling at it as she gently touches its face. She wastes no time in telling it that it is definitely going to be just as awesome and full of trouble as its mama is. When F!Sole tells it that its aunt is way worse, she feels like her heart might burst at the very fact that her Blue just called her a member of her family. She's definitely going to be the best aunt that she can be and will undoubtedly spoil it absolutely rotten to the core.

Curie - Is overwhelmed with so, so many emotions the very moment that she lays eyes on the baby. She almost thinks that she will cry from the pure joy and adorableness before her. She hurried over before slowing down just as she gets to the bed. She reaches out before quickly looking at F!Sole in a silent question, and F!Sole nods happily, extending the bundle so that Curie can get a better look. Curie softly speaks to it, her eyes ridiculously huge as she gently pokes its cheeks. She giggles and sniffles, reaching up and wiping at her eyes as she looks down at the sweet baby. She cannot wait to help it get used to this wonderful, strange world.

MacCready - Just looks at it with a soft smile on his face and a few tears in his eyes. He is reminded of how beautiful Duncan was as a baby, and he is now lost in thoughts about two beautiful babies. When she asks if he wants to hold it, he happily accepts the offer and holds it carefully. He baby-talks to it a little, telling it just how adorable it is, and when it reaches up and touches his face, he freezes before smiling gently. He then hands it back to F!Sole only to see that she has a huge grin on her face. He chuckles awkwardly and scratches at the back of his neck, shrugging it off. He will definitely love introducing it to Duncan.

Deacon - Grins widely when he sees it and he pulls out a very small pair of sunglasses, offering them to F!Sole. She raises an eyebrow, somewhat confused and he explains that they're for the baby. She chuckles before balancing them carefully on the baby's face. Deacon laughs happily, and he tells the baby that he's going to be the cool uncle and they're going to be partners in spying. He knows that the baby is going to be an amazing spy and he cannot wait to teach it all of his moves.

Codsworth - Is overjoyed when he sees it and dotes upon it, speaking to it in cheery tones while trying to keep his voice a little quieter than it naturally tends to be. He fails somewhat at keeping himself quiet, but it is the thought that counts. He hovers around the bed, looking at the baby from all angles as he fusses over F!Sole and the child. He will do everything in his power to serve them both well for the rest of his days.

Hancock - Makes sure that he is completely free of any and all chems and is totally sober when he sees the child. He wants this moment in his mind to be clear as a bell. When he sees it, he knows that he is totally wrapped around its finger. And when F!Sole introduces him as Uncle John, he clings onto the name and owns it proudly, talking to the baby about everything that Uncle John is going to buy for it whenever he manages to pry himself away from it. Like Piper, he's going to spoil it rotten.

Danse - Just sort of stands in the doorway until F!Sole notices him and waves him over quickly. He ambles over carefully. As soon as he sees the baby, he is enamored and he just looks at it like it singlehandedly hung the moon despite the fact that it has only been in the world for thirty minutes or less. After a long moment, he quietly asks her if he can touch it, and she nods encouragingly. He gently reaches out, his huge fingers carefully brushing its face. When it grabs one of them, he thinks that he could die of pure happiness. Nothing will ever happen to it as long as he's around.

Preston - Smiles goofily when he sees it, removing his hat quickly so that he does not look so huge and intimidating when he comes over to take a closer look. He is just beaming as he looks down at it, and he tells F!Sole softly that it's going to make for an incredible General one day. He then proceeds to talk in a more baby-oriented tone as he tells it how cute it is and how it's going to be just like its mommy. Preston is so, so excited to see it grow up and to see the amazing things it will do.

Valentine - Is at first somewhat hesitant to come in. What if the baby is afraid of him? After all, he is a pretty ghastly sight. However, almost as if she sensed it, F!Sole asks someone to come get him and he has to come in whether he likes it or not. When he sees the little one, he feels a warmth bloom in his chest like no other and smiles a little as he approaches. F!Sole tells him to get over there and sit down with them. She then proceeds to introduce the baby to its Grandpa Nick. He knows that if he was able, he would definitely be crying right about then, but he just smiles, albeit somewhat wobbly, and he tells the baby that how cute it is. He will forever treasure his new title.

X6-88 - Examines it carefully before declaring that he expected it to more strongly resemble its older brother. F!Sole seems crestfallen as a result, and something strange makes him feel inclined to say something else. He adds that it is not a bad thing and that it will likely be as brilliant as its older brother. F!Sole seems somehow more sad and happier at that response, so he simply remains quiet. Regardless of everything, he will keep a close watch over it for as long as he remains functional.

Dogmeat - Hops onto the bed beside her carefully, being sure not to step on F!Sole, and he stares at the baby with great interest. He moves a little closer and sniffs it. When it reaches its hand out and touches his nose, his tail wags unbelievably fast and he licks its hand gently. This is another person that he will protect and love forever.

Strong - Is strangely fascinated by it. He seems to have no desire to eat it, and he very carefully and hesitantly points at it before asking F!Sole if this is the baby she had in her stomach. When she tells him that it is indeed the one, he then asks if she went behind the tree and pooped it out. This makes her laugh entirely too hard.

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Maxson - Is quite proud of his most trusted paladin for giving birth to such a beautiful baby. He is excited at the idea of the child growing up among the Brotherhood's ranks and he just sort of looks at it carefully and fondly as he stands near the bed. F!Sole asks him if he thinks it'll one day grow up to be a paladin as well, and he wholeheartedly assures her that he is one hundred percent certain. If the baby is anything like its mother, then it will definitely be a paladin at least by the age of eighteen.

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heyimtavia · 5 years

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THE POST FINALE HENRY DANGER OPINIONS TAG:

Hey party people! Sorry I’ve been a bit out of the loop. Due to what’s going on in the world, adulting sorta got in the way and I have to DVR the final episode. No one tagged me, but I just wanted to add my two cents since this is officially the end and this is a really cute tag.

1. Who was your overall favorite member of Team Danger and why?

Charlotte hands down. She was brilliant, sassy and just a great friend to Henry no matter what. She’s one of the main reasons why I decided to tune into the show. I saw a lot of myself in her. I was once that little smart black girl that no one listened too. But it’s okay though, but that GLOW UP is real! I know from experience lol.

2. Who was your favorite non-team danger character and why?

Y'all know I love Fran the security guard. She should’ve gotten more air time. I just think she’s hilarious! I’d loved to see her try to wrestle a dolphin any day!

3. Who was your favorite villain and why?

Dr. Minyak & Nurse Cohort. I just gotta respect his hustle. Other than Rex and Rick Twitler, I feel like he’s the only everyday villain who always came close to defeating Captain Man & Kid Danger. He always had unique plans; from capturing and brain-altering Charlotte to taking Piper and the man fan hostage, he was always creative. Plus I love his little temper tantrums he sometimes throws.

4. What were your top five favorite Henry Danger episodes of all time and why?

1) All time Fav would go to The Great Cactus Con. From the dopeyness of how everyone can do a backflip instead of Ray. How Charlotte gets to show off her fashion design skills. How Piper unofficially works with Team Danger. Plus I love the cute romantic bit between Jasper and Patina. 2) Rumblr- That whole episode was just comedy gold for me. They should’ve brought Kyle back for the finale and had him show up at kid danger’s funeral 3) I dream of Danger - Its Char’s episode. I like how it alluded to Charlotte’s dream might come true but it doesn’t. However, I don’t like how they just moved on like the episode never happened even when Jasper thinks that char likes him. 4) Flabber Gassed- I love that char got to show off her fighting skills and how happy Jasper was to be a superhero. 5) Holey Moley- I straight up die for laughter every time I see that episode. I love how Henry kept saying, “oh look, a downside.” I feel like that episode would have been a sketch on All That or the Amanda Show. It just felt like good ole Nickelodeon comedy.

5. What were your top five least favorite Henry Danger episodes of all time and why?

1) Henry’s Birthday- Call me a diva, but if anyone treated me like that on my birthday, the party is OVER! 2) Captain Makini (I think that's what it’s called). Sorry, I'm not really a fan of Frankie Grande and though he was great for the musical, I really don’t think he needed a second episode. 3) Meet Cute Crush- I’m sorry, anything involving Piper is just physical and emotionally draining. All that girl does is yell. Thank u, next. 4) Sick & Wired- Because I got sick and tired of Ray’s shenanigans. 5) JAM Session- Now Piper isn’t my favorite character, but how that girl was manipulated all over a bet was just stupid and disrespectful.

6. What was your favorite running gag and why?

1) Fran’s line, “There’s only one in the whole world, and we got it!” Swellview must be a fun, mysterious place that always gets amazing things lol. 2) When everyone says “Click” before hanging up their phone. I find it funny because I’m pretty sure the kids had never owned a flip phone in their lives.

7. What was your favorite one-off throw away gag and why?

When shwoz referenced his song from the musical when he said, “Science, science, science, I’ve said this already.” I think he said this in Theranos boot. And also the grammar fights and how grammar rules don’t apply to Charlotte lol.

8. What episode, which character and which duo made you laugh the most?

I think Holey Moley & Rumblr both made me laugh the most. Those were great episodes. Jasper would have to be the funniest. That boy says the darndest things lol. Hensper. Because of how Henry loved Jasper’s mustache and wanted to get one too. And when Jasper and Henry were both “Dude. Bro. Dude. Bro. DUDE!” Over the Patina situation and Charlotte had to break them up.

9. What episode, which character and which duo made you the most emotional?

I think it was Second episode of the finale episodes, when Henry was freaking out at the end because he was alone and Rex had sent Ray A Million and one years into the past. The fact that he literally had to think like all of his friends because obviously that’s what he was used to, everyone being there to help figure out a plan and keep swellview safe. And the fact that for that moment he was kid danger and all alone was really scary for him.

10. How would you rank each season from 1 to 5, one being the best and five being the worst?

I would rank season 5 as 1. It overall had great episodes and delved into different genres and fun tv and movie tropes. It made it a joy to watch, though some episodes leading towards the end didn’t quite catch me. Season 4 would be like a high 4 but not exactly a 5. Season 3 was sorta Meh to me. So maybe a #. Season 2 would be a 4 and season 1 would be like a 4 because it was a the beginning to a great show and was still working out the kinks a bit.

11. Who was your favorite duo in the show (romantic or non-romantic)?

Chenry 100%. The friendship that those two have is great! Now I must say, I hate that Nick was still posting about them on their youtube page for clout knowing that it wasn’t gonna happen. I felt like they did that just so people would watch the final episodes. I was gonna watch regardless, but really Nick? Really?

12. What was your favorite Henry and Ray moment/episode?

The bro song! Plus I love that it kept getting referenced after the musical as well.

13. What was your favorite Chenry moment/episode?

When Char was controlling Henry in flabber gassed, she made him jump up and down while clapping! I love that even shwoz joined in too lol. And when Henry was concerned about her after she ate bad meat from the auto snacker.

14. What was your favorite Hensper moment/episode?

The mustache scene from Grand Theft Otto, “dude if I had one, I’d be Man Danger!”

15. What was your favorite Chensper moment/episode?

This also kinda includes Ray but when they were all stealing Joss Ross’s gift from her birthday party and they were just casually leaving. And how Jasper kept saying, “It’s not stealing if it’s from a criminal.” Plus I like the episode when Hen and Char have to pretend to date just to see if Jasper would keep their secret. The boy poured a whole bowl of pees down his shirt lmaoooo!!

16. If you could go back and change one element of the show, what would it be?

Have Ray grow up and stop fawning over Henry’s mom. It was just plain creepy! Oh and put some respect on my girl Charlotte’s name.

17. If you could say one thing to each main character in the pilot, what would it be?

Life isn’t always about one day getting a statue, (I’m looking at YOU Captain Man). Crime-fighting is fun and being a sidekick could literally every kid’s dream. But don’t forget to be a kid. Hangout with your friends, go to school, go on dates. Do the whole growing up thing. But at the end of the day, you have to do what’s best for you.

18. If you could say one thing to each main character in the finale, what would it be?

Thank you for sharing your lives with me and I am so so sooo proud of you all!

19. Were you satisfied with the finale? What part was your favorite and what part was your least favorite?

Honestly, I think it was okay for what it was. My fav part was when Jasper literally had to carry Char out of the mancave because she refused to leave Henry behind. I love that they decided to stick together. They did leave a lot of storylines open. I thought Joss Moss would be revealed as the real Mob boss. I thought Rick Twitler would regain his memory. Where the heck is Gooch? Caitlin? Chenry (for obvious reasons). I'm just spitballing here. Was it good? Yes. could it have been better? Hell yes.

20. What would your ideal Henry danger spin off look like?

Charlotte and Henry have powers and Jasper can fight! Dystopia. That was the spin-off that I wanted! I don’t really care about the new kids as much. They’re college-aged too? Just imagine the shenanigans they would get into! But we need to kick the Charlotte hating writer off the staff though. Can The CW pick this show up?

21. Where do you personally see the characters 10 years from now? What are they doing, who are they with, where are they in their lives - what do you think happened to them? Most importantly, are they happy?

I honestly haven’t thought about it. But I believe no matter what they do or where they may end up, they will be happy. They’ll probably always be a team.

22. What was your favorite part of the show and why did it initially draw you in?

It became an escape from my normal adult life. (I’m saying like I’m old. I’m only 23.) I randomly flipped it on one day, I can't remember what episode it was, but from then on, I was hooked. I used to watch it a while back, but I fell off, but at that moment on time, it was easy for me to fall right back into it.

23. What was your favourite part of the fandom and why did it initially draw you in?

The friends I’ve made, the people have met! They are the best out of all the fandoms I’m a part of. I’ve been on tumblr for years and never had I have a group of people be so nice, supportive and just incorporate me into things. I love you guys so much!

24. Describe your overall emotions/feelings regarding the show being over and the show in general, looking back on it as a whole, with one quote from the show.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. I hate to see it go. But all good things must come to an end. But I guess there’s nothing better to say than, “Feels Good.”

25. If you were able to add one scene in the finale, what would you add?

I don’t know honestly. Maybe we could have seen him reunite with his friends and family. Especially Charlotte and Jasper, Afterall, they probably thought that their best friend was dead for all they knew.

26. Favorite outfit/hair style?

Charlotte’s Date outfit with Jack Swagger. Sis was rockin that romper. Also when Jasper and Charlotte were helper bunnies! Those outfits were hilarious and cute.

27.Least favorite character?

I'm sorry but Piper. She was worse than the whole annoying little sister trope. I swear all ash did was yell through most of the seasons and then they gave this chick a driver’s license, I mean what?? Plus i think her reaction to finding out Henry was kid danger was better in Broken Armed and Dangerous, than in twisted sister.

28. What is question you would like to ask the writers/ producers?

Im tagging @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel

#henry danger #hd spoliers #hd tag game #hd

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mercy-thompson-fanfiction · 7 years

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Fanfic ask meme question Q

I have a ton of unfinished or scrapped material for one reason or another. Some were characters I decided against, some were storylines that didn’t make sense. I have a version of Porsche running away from before Porsche existed. In that story, the long run was her ending up with Samuel’s son. ******heres some stuff for your perusal********

Hormones were a very unfortunate thing.

Hormones were what left the tiny, redhead girl even more uncomfortable in an upsetting situation. She had been helping a customer at a small tech shop she had recently been hired by when she was snapped at.

Most customers entered cautiously. It was common knowledge the shop hired wolves, though they weren’t required to give out the information of who was what. They had partnerships with all the major companies: Samsung, Sony, Asus, Dell, and Apple to name a few. That meant they got a variety of customers with a wide scope of problems.

The redhead had been on desk duty, and was thoroughly enjoying being more customer-facing, when a woman approached her.

“Hey, hun, how can I help you?” She smiled warmly.

“First of all, I am forty years old so don’t call me ‘hun.’” New York was vicious, but Victoria still winced. She was born in the south, though she was between upstate New York and Maine. Her colloquialisms tended to be gentle, though she’d long lost any southern twang.

“What’s your name?” She changed her tactic severely. This woman wouldn’t play nice. Victoria’s voice was flat now, void. The woman looked taken aback. She knew she was probably around the same age as the woman, she hadn’t been Changed that long ago by most standards, but a plus to being a werewolf was graceful aging.

“Linda.” The other woman replied, quickly gathering herself.

“Ok, doll, why don’t you go take a seat over at that table.” The redhead woman found herself pointing to the furthest table with the most monotonous voice. She didn’t want to have to deal with this, not today. She wished she had been put on data recovery.

But there was a man beside her, a wolf beside her in fact, and she knew it. He had been casually watching her while working with someone else. He was young, but there was no telling how old he was, and unassuming. He was dressed in casual, traditional, boyfriend cut jeans paired with a fitted black v-neck. The shirt was long sleeves, but they were rolled up just below his elbows and boots adorned his feet. His eyes, watching her unnervingly, were a dead giveaway that she had no idea who he was or when he was from. They shone out from behind thick-framed glasses that he evidently didn’t need and messy blonde hair.

He didn’t feel like power, but she didn’t argue when he called her outside. She didn’t know how he handled her employers, but he spoke to them like he was using some sort of Jedi mind trick. They didn’t question her need to converse with the man.

“Victoria McLaughlin?” His tone held a question, but he already knew his answer. “I normally send my son to do this sort of thing, but since your complaint has warranted some work before he gets here, I’ve decided to take a look into matters if only temporarily.”

Leaving the pack unattended was nothing Bran had ever meant to do. He promised himself he would return before Charles even left Aspen Creek, so that there wasn’t a moment unmonitored.

This New York City issue had been brought to his direct attention, however, and he hoped that blood was not a necessary response to the diplomacy he thought could intervene here.

Too many people, too many wolves, too many wolves per pack, but too many packs.

“You’re the Marrok?” As soon as she said it, she clapped her hands over her mouth. Stupid.

He gave her a sideways grin for a moment that could have fooled her, but he was immediately back to business. “Is there any place we can talk?”

She took him back inside to a closet customers shouldn’t be in, but she knew she wouldn’t get in trouble.

Victoria was made painfully aware, in the tight space, that Bran Cornick was in no way unattractive. It made it difficult, especially knowing he had a mate, when she was trying to keep herself from blushing when he even glanced her way.

He kept the smirk off his face, but she knew he was amused.

“About business.” He added, to add insult to injury. She was already humiliated, he knew it. It was a continuation of his previous statement, before she took him to the cable closet.

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“Survival is the goal of the state, not power.” Porsche mumbled under her breath in the rear of the room. Ben glanced sideways at her with an eyebrow raised. They’d situated themselves in the shadows of a meeting that the young woman had manipulated them into.

She wasn’t quiet enough, her father had certainly heard her, but he was also keeping an ear out for anything she might let slip. This was a meeting amongst some of the highest ranking alphas in the country, and it was in regards to a new issue arising in the south where several packs were trying to separate out from the Marrok’s hold. Porsche certainly should not have been sitting in, but she was also her mother’s daughter and was not about to step outside of the meeting.

“Yes, Miss Hauptman?” She recognized an alpha from Chicago, but she’d always been poor with names. His voice wasn’t intentionally condescending, she didn’t think, but she couldn’t help but take it that way.

“Power plays like this are just meant to scare us into submission so that they don’t have to fear for their survival.” She shrugged. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before. I’d say someone is in trouble.”

Ben’s hand gripped her wrist, there wasn’t much he could do here. He may have risen within his own pack, but he was only in the room because Porsche had taken her with him and stubbornly argued her way in.

“You going to just stop there?” Charles wasn’t often obviously amused, and now was no exception. There was still something there.

“I think someone is scared. I don’t know why, or who’s made them feel scared, but I suspect this is just a ‘grab for power’ in that they’re trying to defend themselves and seem scarier to someone else. A third party. Maybe there are some dealings we don’t know about.”

Her father hid a smile behind his hand, but it was still there in his eyes. She had inherited her mother’s mind and interest in history, at one point considering a career as a lawyer (something her grandmother was rooting for out of spite).

***

“You’re going to give me a heart attack.” Ben snipped as he drove. Porsche rolled her eyes. “You, my father, and Charles were all there. As if you were going to let me get hurt?” She scoffed, drumming her fingers on the window.

“I’m letting you fend for yourself in that one.” He shook his head, pulling onto her street. “If you piss off some of the highest ranking wolves in the country, I’m not helping you. You always say I need to stop defending you because you ‘can do it [yourself].’” His voice was mocking and there was a playful shimmer in his eyes.

“Because I can.” She agreed. “Doesn’t mean none of y'all are going to jump in anyways.”

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Anyone who had spoken to the Marrok recently wouldn’t even know it, but he had been under a lot of pressure. An underground problem had gotten some attention recently when a woman had been Changed near to his own pack’s hunting grounds.

She had been Changed against her will and she had been left alone.

“Da,” Charles, his son, had already been at the seen of the carnage. Nothing too serious because, this time, it was only deer. Next time, they would hope to be so lucky. “She’s changed back. She doesn’t know what’s happened to her, but she’s handling this all very calmly.” His voice dropped lower, “Anna is with her.”

If he knew anything about his son, he knew that he was not the man to leave his mate unattended with a strange wolf if he thought she was too dangerous. Bran nodded stiffly.

“Are you ok?” Charles asked quietly. His son had been careful to keep Anna near him recently. A series of unfortunate events had ended in the Marrok’s former mate committing suicide.

The Beast was old, he was fortunate he bent to Anna so well.

There were unspoken words. Bran knew Charles suspected him of having Changed the woman, leaving her alone so that he didn’t have to come to terms with it. Bran, on the other hand, had surprisingly few memory holes.

There were a few that gave him a suspicion that it may have been him, but he also didn’t trust himself to have not eaten her.

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“What are you doing here?” She hadn’t quite snuck up behind the man in front of her now. He had known she was coming. She had spotted him from across the street and it had taken everything in her not to completely run away.

“They don’t know I’m here.” The blonde man turned around to face her, amused that she had chosen to approach him after all. He had been tailing her for days, it was a wonder she hadn’t seen him. “They think I’m in Paris, visiting an old friend.”

"What, not visiting home?” She snorted.

“They’d catch that lie, I’m not allowed.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing here, sweetcheeks?”

“I–How did you find me?” She demanded, eyes flashing.

“You told me where you were going, Tala.” The man laughed, pulling her to the side of the walk when people gave them angry glances. They had stopped in the middle of the street, they were speaking the wrong language, and now they looked like tourists. “‘Somewhere even the Marrok couldn’t get you back from.’”

It wasn’t entirely true, and they both knew that. If the Marrok wanted something, he could get it. He had already called in favours though, over Artemis’ mother years before. The Marrok’s connection in Prague was shrouded in mystery and wasn’t so much a friendship as a “we need to play nice” circumstance.

“You aren’t supposed to be here–”

“They’re still trying to catch up and see what name you’ve disappeared under. You did well for yourself, who got you your papers?” He was her father’s wolf and she didn’t trust him, especially since he had followed her across the world. “You left the US under Branson–not very clever, and you are hardly the Marrok’s son–and arrived here and took my name.”

“I didn’t think you’d even find Branson.” She muttered under her breath, pulling him by the arm through the side streets until they came upon a small building. He knew what this was, he had seen her hurrying in and out of it several times a day. This was the building she was living in. “I usually use the patronymic, I don’t so much but travel with your name.”

“I’m surprised you used any part of your real name, much riskier.” He flashed her a grin. “Pleasure to meet you, Vasilisa Adamovna Shaw.”

“I couldn’t very well use Smith.” She growled. She said something hurriedly in a language Ben didn’t recognize to the woman at the desk and all but dragged him upstairs. “I didn’t know what to use. I’d have kept Branson except that I didn’t want to be a prize to be won. They only ask for my patronymic anyways.”

“You were practically begging for me to find you.” He rolled his eyes and ducked into the room she guided him to. She again said something to someone, in a language he still didn’t know, but he couldn’t recognize anyone outside her door. There was no scent, no sound, no… “You talk to ghosts?”

Tala froze and turned around.

“I try to avoid it, but she lives here.” She mumbled, stepping through the door and closing it quickly behind her. It opened to a small, one-room apartment. The only doors other than the front door led to the small corner-closet and the arguably smaller bathroom. There was no kitchen. Tala tucked her hair behind her hair only to heave a frustrated sigh and pull it into a ponytail. Ben snorted at her and strolled around the small room.

“The kitchen is pretty much communal.” She explained, her voice starting to soften from its initially hostile tone. “It’s a small place, wasn’t meant to have rooms rented though they’ve turned it into a sort of bed and breakfast. The woman downstairs is someone’s mate. They let me live here because I didn’t want to live above the bakery.”

“Remind you too much of your mom’s kitchen?” He turned to her. “Homesick?”

“Any homesickness has gone.” She was silent for a moment. “It’s been three months.”

“I hear the Marrok called.” He sat down on her bed, there wasn’t a couch in the room. “Is it true?”

“I don’t know.” She admitted quietly. “He hasn’t come here, if he knows.”

“But you didn’t know I was coming either.” Ben pointed out. “I’ve been here for three days.” He gauged her reaction, watched her eyes flash. It made him smirk, she hadn’t known. “How do you do it? Your father has his own security company. Your grandfather even, at least he rules North America in secret. You really downgraded to an alpha who bakes?”

“He doesn’t try to control my every decision.” She spat. He held up both arms, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Daddy issues?”

"Shut the fuck up.” Tala Hauptman didn’t curse when she was home. She would’ve been in trouble. Ben wasn’t sure how to react.

So he started laughing.

She muttered something under her breath and turned to open the window. It was pure luck that found her with a pack mate who had an extra master bedroom, but she was absolutely thankful for it.

“He knows.” She finally admitted, turning back to him. “My grandfather knows. I was there when he called. Charles hasn’t found my paper trail quite like you did. I think grandpa just knew like he always seems to.” She was fidgeting with a bracelet the man hadn’t noticed at first. “He asked if Tala had come to visit. Libor said that no one who calls herself Tala had made any contact with his pack in the past three months. My granddad is anything but stupid.”

Ben nodded thoughtfully before stretching backwards. His face wasn’t his if he wasn’t wearing a smirk, and there it was. He nodded to her.

“Who gave you that?” Her face flushed pink as her hand flew to her neck. “If your father or grandfather finds you, they’ll absolutely murder you.” It was true, but he was laughing at her, teasing. His eyes hadn’t stopped twinkling since he’d first started to get under her skin.

“Just some dude, it’s nothing.” She wasn’t lying. She had let herself indulge in pretend normalcy for a night with some new friends she had made within the pack. Werewolves couldn’t get drunk very easily, but she had enjoyed herself at least a little. “I didn’t run away. I’m legally an adult.” He shrugged, wouldn’t disagree with her. She had only just turned nineteen and had run away before that birthday, but she was legally an adult.

Her subject change wasn’t fruitful, though. It brought up more tension.

“You’re not going to school?” Ben asked casually. She frowned at him. “You are? Who’s paying?”

“Me.” Her hands were on her hips. He had been tailing her for days, he knew she was working. The Prague alpha wasn’t going to let her struggle to support herself. He had employed her himself, something he did for many of his wolves.

It was also the reason she smelled like sugar and butter.

“I’m not going to drop out of school.” Her stubborn facade dropped for a moment. “The language is the hardest part. I don’t know much of anything and while what little I know in Russian is convenient, I don’t think people appreciate it.”

“Well, Churchill screwed them back before Yalta, so I’m not surprised.” He agreed. “I didn’t know you spoke any Russian and you seem to be doing fine.”

“Elizaveta,” She wasn’t sure what to say about her father’s pack’s late witch. “She insisted I learn when I was younger. I never got very good at it. I can’t hold a whole conversation. Three months here, though. I’m learning Czech. So long as I’m in the city, I can usually get by in English. Old people speak German or Russian…a lot of the wolves are older.”

The room fell silent again for a little while. There was some chatter outside as teenagers who had taken their time getting home from their Friday evening adventures walked down the block. The girl who went by Vasilisa pulled her hair out of her ponytail absentmindedly. She had wandered closer to the window again and was watching the street below as she pulled her hair into a loose braid.

It only took her a few minutes and then she nervously pulled it apart again.

“You were asking me to follow you.” He finally said. Her eyebrows knit together, but she didn’t turn to face him. “You don’t run from wolves.”

“I didn’t ask for anything.” She disagreed and he snorted.

“You used my name—”

“It was familiar—” She cut him off in protest. This wasn’t the conversation she wanted to have.

“It’s mine.” It came out as a growl and surprised even him. She didn’t want to spin around. She didn’t want to see his face or catch his wolf lurking behind his eyes.

“You’re just like the rest of them.” She mumbled, shaking her head. “I needed a name to live under. I’m not that creative, you already identified that. I took something I knew.” There was a pause and she took a deep breath. “No one is going to look for me under that name, Ben.”

He couldn’t disagree with her, because she wasn’t wrong. No one would make the assumption that she would live under his name. There was no reason to suspect she’d steal it for herself when she left.

“Did you eat?” He asked suddenly. That was when she turned around, confused. She cocked her head to the side and he shrugged. He had sat up, probably in his frustration with her. Now, he was slowly leaning himself back down against her pillows with his arms crossed behind his head. “Dinner, did you eat?”

“I grabbed something before I came home.” She took his appearance in. “Have you eaten yet?”

“I got something while you worked.” He admitted. She patiently waited with crossed arms, operating under the assumption that he would leave now there was nothing to do. He had completed his mission. He found her, he could live with his smug face knowing that he had discovered her hiding place before even the Marrok. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“I’m sorry, are you staying the night?”

“Well, since you’ve extended an invite…” He grinned at her. She frowned and crossed to the door to call downstairs. He realized he was going to have to get used to her speaking something other than English to people. He assumed she was telling them that he was staying, so that the owners of the home weren’t startled by the man being there in the morning.

He was just happy to know she was safe. They had been searching for her for the entirety of three months. For one of those, he knew where she was but had to come up with an excuse to travel. Now, as he waved her off when she asked if he wanted something to change into, he could be content. He had helped to babysit her as she grew up.

The way she curled up against him when she fell asleep harkened back to those days.

The pack was lucky that their alpha hadn’t torn the house to bits. His second daughter, his youngest, had gone missing. Only proving to make the situation worse, there was no evidence that she had been taken. In fact, all clues pointed to her leaving on her own accord.

“I’m calling in favours.” Ben promised him, pulling up items on his computer that he shouldn’t have access to. “She’s been planning this for a long time, though.”

“Her accounts are empty.” Mercy, Tala’s mother, had opened the bank statements that had been mailed to the house. “All I can see is that they’ve been empty for a month.”

“Six months,” Adam corrected, pacing. Stress and anger rolled off him in heated waves. Ben had already pulled up the girl’s banking statements online. She had stupidly left her phone with the password saved in it. “The last purchase on her debit card was a cellphone.”

He had crushed the old phone in his hand, causing small shards of glass to break skin. The cuts were superficial, quick to heal. She had left it so they couldn’t track her.

“She emptied both her accounts on her own.” Ben admitted. “All cash, several transactions. I can’t trace where she put it because of the cash bit. There are no other accounts anywhere in her name.”

Mercy was watching over his shoulder. She didn’t care to ask how he had gotten into systems he shouldn’t be able to look at. She didn’t want to know, then she’d have to tell someone. The rest of the pack was out looking, but if she had disappeared over night she had a decent head start.

“She cashed bonds.” Adam growled. Mercy reached her hand back to place it soothingly on his chest. “I don’t even understand how, but she’s been planning this for at least half a year, Mercy.”

Bran’s first question had been whether or not she had eloped. All of them knowing Tala, it wouldn’t have been a horrible surprise—except that she had never had a boyfriend. She was the type to stubbornly run off and marry someone her father maybe didn’t approve of. It didn’t seem to be the case.

“I want to know who she’s been talking to.” Mercy winced as she heard skin pass through the drywall.

“It wasn’t on her phone, you’d have seen it. It wasn’t on your home phone either.” Ben turned around. “Boss, I can’t find her. It’s going to take way more, and I don’t have any other connections. Charles will need to look into it.”  They all knew that the Marrok’s own youngest was already on the job. They also knew it would take time. The stifling fear was that time might be something they didn’t have. The girl they were searching for was young—she was eighteen—she was a werewolf, and she was the granddaughter of Coyote.

Trouble was essentially her middle name.

“Is there anything she said last night?” The girl’s father was frantically searching his memory for anything that could help them find her. There was nothing he could possibly think of that told him where she was going.

They had argued the night before, he and his daughter. She had gotten upset when he asked he where she had gone after school. She felt she was old enough to walk home without being questioned like a prisoner.

He didn’t disagree, not deep down, but the world was dangerous. He wouldn’t ever let himself forget that. When her older sister had walked home alone one day, she had been ganged up on by some local boys.

It was only one instance of many he’d had to handle, between his daughters and his wife. He had only gotten more obscenely overprotective as the years had gone by. His stomach sank to think he might’ve been the one to make her want to leave. He hadn’t taken the Marrok’s words to heart, that she had too much of her mother in her. She was going to run if you tried to hold her down.

She had run and now he didn’t know how to bring her back.

Mercy did, he supposed. If they could find Tala safe and sound, her mother would no doubt be the one able to bring her home. It wouldn’t be a matter of if though. It was a matter of when and when couldn’t possibly come soon enough. Not, at least, soon enough to soothe his growing anxiety. As soon as Ben had told him that she had been planning this for at least a few months, he knew they were going to have some difficulty.

“She didn’t say anything.” Mercy’s voice dulled the sense of panic, but didn’t cancel it out altogether. It was still humming in his mind, just less crazily. His wolf was just as unsettled as he was.

“She broke all ties to the pack,” And that was it, his voice broke. He couldn’t pretend to be angry anymore. It was straight panic. “Mercy, we can’t find her ourselves.”

She took his hands in hers and squeezed.

“Adam, she’ll stir up enough trouble that we’ll find her.”

The phone rang, but his wife beat him to it. Phone calls weren’t private in a house of werewolves, the Marrok knew it. He greeted the alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack and his mate calmly and Adam told him Ben was in the room, too.

“Charles found her name on a ticket to Los Angeles. We’ve attempted to get into contact with the alpha there already, but he hasn’t heard anything about her or seen her. He’s been made aware now.” There was something he wasn’t saying, Mercy felt, but for once she didn’t push. She would trust Bran on this one. She knew he genuinely cared about her daughter almost as much as she and Adam did.

If he wasn’t saying something, there was a reason for it. She would have to trust him.

“We have all the Southern California Packs on watch for her. Charles is flying out to help there.” There was a pause on his line, but not even Mercy could hear what possibly caused it. “We’ll get her home, Mercy.” That was all, he hung up and the call ended.

Without further prodding, Ben was already looking at outgoing flights from LAX. If the local alphas hadn’t noted a female wolf running around, she wasn’t there. She must have connected.

“Tell me if you find anything about her anywhere.” Adam was defeated. He was going upstairs and he was going to make phone calls himself. His daughter wasn’t stupid, that meant maybe she hadn’t flown at all. They had already contacted Emerald City, he’d go ahead and start contacting others.

Ben watched him go and glanced at Mercy. She was obviously worried, had her fingers fidgeting nervously. They knew they would find her, but they weren’t sure where to look anymore.

Bran Cornick hung up the phone. He had just received word that his granddaughter was missing. Worse, that she had likely taken off on her own. He had painstakingly kept his voice level and calm when he was made aware.

He didn’t want Adam Hauptman to know that, as much as he trusted him and genuinely liked him, the Marrok was going to blame him for this one.

Tala Vasilisa Hauptman was like her mother in that she addressed her problems. She was headstrong, she was sarcastic, she was witty, and she knew when to be serious and when she could light heartedly torture someone until they let her have her own way. She had her father’s temper though, with a level breaking point.

And she wasn’t easy to trap.

He had known about their father-daughter arguments for years. He agreed, it was something all children did growing up (in his opinion, especially girls and especially one related to Mercy). The Marrok had still suggested she live in Montana for a little, just until they could level her out. It had done Mercy good in the end. His youngest son was already on his way, he knew that. There was no time for cellphones when something like this happened. He had to be sure she had left on her own accord. Bags packed or not, she could have been forced.

Where would you run, little wolf? It was a stray thought and he wasn’t sure it was purposed for her, even when he thought it. He knew where she would run because she knew it was the furthest place she could get from her father’s reach.

Because even Bran wasn’t sure he could reach her there.

He glanced at the clock. She had seemingly disappeared overnight, but they all suspected she had left before nightfall. She had stormed out of her home after a heated argument with a bag slung over her shoulder to spend the night at a friends.

Bran wondered if that was exactly how she had phrased it.

She was a little stealthier than her parents in that she more often made omissions with what she was doing. He would chalk it up to her being a teenager living with werewolves, but that wasn’t it. Mercy had grown up surrounded by them and…

Maybe as a young teenager, it made a little sense.

Her mother had definitely grown out of it by this age, though.

He figured she went to a friend’s, Adam was hunting them down no doubt. Her friend gave her a ride to…

“Check flights out.” He turned just as his son entered the home. “To anywhere. See if we can find her.”

If she’d gone where he thought she did, they’d need proof.

In all, in took nearly three months. Bran had gotten tired of waiting for sufficient proof that his granddaughter had chosen to travel abroad. His wolves couldn’t find her, that was proof enough to him that she wasn’t active in North America any longer. Her birthday had come and gone and no one had heard from her.

They hadn’t found any flights out of LAX under her name, which meant she had changed it. That meant she had help, forging passports wasn’t easy unless you had connections to the government. Any connections on the US side had been exhausted, they would have found her by now. To the Marrok, it was reason enough to make the phone call he was trying to politely avoid.

“Libor.” He had to focus very hard on his control, something he didn’t need to be so conscious about in a long time.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He could picture a smirk on the other man’s face, but tried to shake the image out of his head.

“Did your pack take in a new wolf?”

“We’ve had a couple in the past few months.” The Czech man asked smartly. Bran was careful not to show his hand. “What is their name?”

“Tala Vasilisa Hauptman.” The Marrok answered. “Or Thompson-Hauptman.” He thought that he might try to cover his bases.

There was a sound on the other end that, for a moment, made Bran’s heart stop. It might have been his granddaughter, but it wasn’t pronounced enough. He couldn’t decipher exactly who it was or if she has said something. He would have sworn by it, except that he had to be enough of a politician.

He couldn’t accuse the other alpha of lying when he said that no one that called themselves Tala Vasilisa Hauptman had joined his pack recently. Bran had to take the man’s words as if they were honest, because he wouldn’t lie about it.

Libor knew that the Marrok had taken his son to the US though.

He decided, then, that he could spare a week to check it out if he could get permission to land. This was the reason his granddaughter, no doubt, had chosen her destination particularly for who what there. He had Libor had their problems, would always have their differences. He had trusted the other man’s good faith before when Mercy had escaped the Master of Milan. Bran wasn’t so sure he could convince the alpha of Prague to give back his granddaughter.

He wasn’t sure he could even convince the other man to allow him to visit.

There were few other people he could send, however. When it was Mercy, he could have sent Adam alone. He didn’t, not when he could get away with going with the younger man, but it would have worked. Tala didn’t have a mate and, according to her parents, hadn’t taken an interest in anyone anyways—man or wolf.

He could send one of her childhood babysitters. He knew Adam and Mercy had often entrusted her to a certain Warren Smith or Benjamin Shaw. Both men had taken to her kindly, protected her from everything including wandering eyes.

In hindsight, maybe that was why she hadn’t taken to anyone.

He wasn’t sure it was entirely true. For a little while, he had wondered if the young woman had begun to fall for Ben. He never voiced it, just watched it unfold. It was safe and childish enough, because the much older man had never shown any interest in her other than a platonic one. It was the reason Bran never worried enough to point it out.

“Your honesty is…” The most dominant wolf in North America couldn’t keep up the niceties for much longer. He had been slowly unraveling the past few months.

The pause was just long enough for the alpha on the other end to cut in. It was an action that very much tested Bran’s patience.

“If you find her and need to come, you are welcome to it.” The obvious challenge in his voice becoming if Bran could find her. He would need to prove that his granddaughter had even traveled through Prague at the very least, if she hadn’t settled there.

They hung up on polite terms before Bran picked up the phone to call Adam. The younger wolf had been much less controlled over the past quarter year. Mercy was probably the only real thing holding him together at this point, her and his eldest daughter.

Bran was grateful that he was the one to pick up the phone in this moment. He had been passing the responsibility to his wolves and his wife, probably trying to avoid getting his hopes up about any news.

“She’s changed her name.” The Marrok told him. He was scribbling a note to Charles who was already at the computer now. They had known Branson, they had found her flight to Los Angeles easily because it had stuck out to them on the first look.

“Sir,” Adam’s voice was tight, “You’re suggesting she flew out of LA with forged papers. They definitely would have caught that.”

“Not if they were professionally done.”

“You think someone lied to us?” The younger man meant to ask if one of their connections to the US government would have lied about being able to find any fake documentation. It was a difficult task to sift through passport applications and what was done in the past year when one didn’t even have a name to target. It wouldn’t have been lying if any one of their people couldn’t find it, it was a needle in a haystack.

It also wasn’t what Bran was suggesting.

“I think she had help from someone abroad.” Bran pointed at something on Charles’ screen and his son paused. Smiling like a cat that caught the canary, he focused back on the phone. “Has your British wolf gone home recently?”

“Ben’s not allowed, but he went to see an old school friend in France.” Adam slowed. “Why?”

“We’re driving to you now.” He swiftly hung up and turned back to the screen. Charles had, more that a little illegally, exhumed old flight records for someone who seemed to be a certain granddaughter of Coyote.

“She has a Czech passport.” His son’s statement was flat, unamused. “We couldn’t find her all this time.”

“I should have thought he’d help her.” Bran shook his head, but he was still smiling.

“Who goes?” Mercy’s first words as the Marrok entered her home. He gave her a look that told her he was there to talk their options over first. “You really think Libor took her?”

“The Marrok took me.” Zach said quietly. He had been at the house when Bran’s call had come through. He had chosen to stay until the Marrok made it there a little after midnight. “It wasn’t against my will, naturally, as I suspect it wasn’t against hers.”

It was the first time any of the pack in the Tri-Cities had actually heard him speak about his circumstances coming to the United States, and it brought the conversation to a short stop. Adam was the first to bring it up again.

“How are we doing this?”

“I’m going.” Bran’s voice was light, but it was final. “It was an invitation extended to me and I will take it. I have the proof I need in order to. I am here because we need to talk about what she does beyond this.”

“Beyond what?” The younger alpha was tensed again. As a former soldier, he would take orders and Bran trusted that. Still, he didn’t need to like what he was told to do.

“Assuming I can convince her to come home, assuming your wolf hasn’t already succeeded, where do we put her next?” Bran was focused on him directly. “She obviously can’t stay here.”

“What makes you think Ben knows where she is?” Mercy chose to change the topic before someone got hurt. “What makes you think he figured it out before Charles even?”

He pulled the backpack to his side and sifted through papers before coming across the print out of the passenger list from a flight out of LAX almost three months prior. One name was highlighted amongst the dozens.

“So she did elope.” It wasn’t intentional sarcasm on Mercy’s part, it was something she did because she was nervous. It was followed by a sharp, uncomfortable laugh that made Adam wince.

There was no question it that it hadn’t happened. They had all watched Tala’s little, school girl crush grow. They knew what Ben thought of her, too. You couldn’t lie to a wolf, but none of them had even approached the topic.

Noses were hard to fool and Ben’s self-control was either much better than they all would assume or the man was very much uninterested in the girl he had practically helped raise. Given the young, blonde man’s own background, most assumed the latter.

“I can’t imagine it’s not her.” Adam sighed, running his hands over his face and into his hair. It wasn’t as short as it normally was, Bran noted, maybe the stress of losing a daughter was showing itself. “She’s playing a dangerous game.”

“She knows her politics.” Mercy agreed.

“She’s also playing prey.” Adam inserted. “But I’m not interested. Every single one of us knows if Ben figured it out, he’s there and nothing will happen. I want to know why I’m expected to give up my own daughter.”

The focus had been shifted back as the Marrok had hoped it would. The implication wasn’t meant to target Adam and Mercy as terrible parents. Adam had raised a daughter before, Mercy had helped. They were perfectly fit, but it was becoming evident that growing up in her father’s pack wasn’t working for Tala the way they had expected. Bran didn’t want running away to become something normal for her.

“She can stay in Aspen Creek—“

Mercy snorted, arms crossed. Both men turned to look at her.

“You think she wants to live with either of you?” Her tone was flat and serious now. “She ran away because she doesn’t want to deal with you. If she wasn’t concerned that she would be stuck with one or the other if she was found, she wouldn’t have travelled so far.”

It was something Bran had genuinely not thought about. That much, at least, was evident. He had been surprised, caught off guard by Mercy’s comment. Adam was, too, but he was more hurt by it than anything.

“Adam, she’s hurting. You put a lot more pressure on her than you did Jesse, all of us know that.” She edited lightly. “She’s still a werewolf, she can’t keep holding and holding and holding, she’s going to explode. It’s dangerous.”

“We know what alphas have safe packs for her to live in.” It wasn’t an offer from the Marrok, it was a statement that this was going to happen.

“Does she get to factor in a choice?” Mercy pressed.

“She can choose off the list.” Both Bran and Adam would much rather the girl choose to stay with either of them. Their names would certainly make that list.

Ben had woken up first, thankfully. Checking his phone gave him the advanced notice he would need in order to prepare Tala for her worst nightmare. It also let him cancel his own flight and train ride home. The Marrok had found his granddaughter. As soon as it had been sorted, the same people the girl lying on the bed was trying to keep from were coming to find her.

Ben estimated at least two days.

“Do you have class?” He asked when he recognized her shifting in the bed behind him was her slowly waking.

“It’s Saturday.” She groaned, no doubt stretching. He turned around to see her arms over her head and stiff. “I don’t have school, I have work.”

He nodded and tucked his phone into his jeans. Tala curled back into her covers and let out a whine that he chose to ignore.

“You wanted to be an adult, get up. What time do you have to be there?” The light outside the window told him it was maybe nine in the morning. He realized from years of holiday outside of London and from having spent a few days in the city of Prague that nothing opened very early. “Ten?”

She made a muffled noise of agreement and he laughed, pulling the covers away.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She groaned loudly and he just shook his head with an amused smile. “I don’t wanna go.”

“Do you do this every morning you have work? Because that’s sad, love.”

She glared at him and huffed, getting herself out of bed and moving into the bathroom. His gaze didn’t follow her, instead dropping back down to his phone when he heard a buzz. It was instinct, mostly, and it took a few seconds to realize it wasn’t his.

The shower was running, so Tala wasn’t going to answer it. He listened carefully to confirm she stepped in a moment or two later. He hadn’t thought until now to check her phone number, to send it back home to those looking for her. He would do it now in his moment of opportunity.

The text on the screen was from a name that he couldn’t read. It wasn’t in English and he wasn’t familiar with any names written in Cyrillic. He ignored it other than to note that the text was in English and asked if Tala wanted to go for dinner later. He smirked to himself, wondering at the least if this was a woman or a man texting her.

He knew her passcode without even thinking about it. It was her name, clever way to keep something safe, in their corresponding numbers. Ben had teased her for it before on multiple occasions. Now, he was thankful it was so simple.

He typed the phone number into his own device and returned hers to it’s place. He couldn’t hide that he had touched it (though plastic didn’t hold scent as well as paper did, for instance). She would know too by the way the notification had disappeared. He could hide it by turning the phone onto Do Not Disturb, but he didn’t care enough.

He would take the blame.

Quickly, he sent a text back home to give them a running number to work with. Anything that helped them find where they were was useful, especially because Ben could only do so much. If they separated at all, his own phone would be useless.

“You had to check my phone?” Tala was still drying her hair. He watched her as she pulled it into a braid while it was still wet—something he knew wasn’t brilliant, but he wouldn’t comment. “Thanks, Snoopy.”

“I wanted to know who was texting you.”

“She’s a packmate,” Tala frowned, responding quickly. “And she’s offered me a place to live where I won’t be intruding on a mated pair.”

He shrugged, Ben could care less except now he didn’t get to tease her about it.

“What has you so proud of yourself?” She muttered, texting her packmate back and grabbing her key to the home. “You found me, big deal.”

“I’m going to go. I’ll try and bump into you later.” He got up, too. He hadn’t changed the night before and he’d survive his walk back to the hotel room. He would much rather not stay in a home with a strange wolf and their human mate when he didn’t even understand the language.

He followed her closely all the way to the bakery, he didn’t need to hide now that she knew he was there. It had been dangerous, in hindsight, traveling to another pack’s territory. Ben hadn’t really considered the issues that could have arisen until now.

He was going to be in some trouble, but that was secondary.

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