Madangs

You can hardly understand why an alpha werewolf would demean themselves to such a degree, all in order to see you smile again.

In wolf form, Ta is a dark shadow of their former self. Long grey fur and amber eyes. Their muzzle is large enough to give you to pause before reaching out to touch them. One bite and Ta could take your entire arm off. It was hard to believe such a dangerous person was now enticing you with pets.

You run a curious hand over the top of Ta's head and they lean into the contact, nuzzling you like an oversized puppy before lowering themselves to the ground, and rolling around on their back. Kicking out their enormous paws, they seem to be encouraging you to pet their belly.

Laughing at how ridiculous this, you give into what they are asking, running light fingers toward their belly and rubbing gently.

A sound from behind you causes you both to freeze. Ta jumps to attention as you turn to look over your shoulder.

Tr is standing there, watching the two of you with a look of horror. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing," you murmur, darting your eyes toward the ground. "Ta just had something in their fur. I was just brushing it out."

Tr doesn't buy it, you know it after the words leave your mouth.

This was answered in BtSL, but BtSL’s story begins after the Harbinger’s fall but way before the return of the Harbinger.

also dunno if this has been asked yet but what about aris reacting to mcs first words being "dada"?

It doesn’t hit Aris the first time MC says it.

It’s only the third and forth time, when he hears the small child, who is barely older than one year old, say the word again, catching him off guard and he flinches when the word is spoken again.

“Dada.”

Aris stares at the small child who grins, uncaring who they had just called ‘dada’ and smiles without a care. They reach their small, chubby hands out, grabbing the air. Most children would’ve cried by now. Most children would’ve turned away, not wanting to look at the scared, broken man, and yet, this child is different.

“... Do I look like your father?” He raises a brow but the baby just coos and smiles at him. What did he expect? He should’ve known that a child wouldn’t answer him. They’re too young, to understand his words. Probably. Who knows. Aris chuckles to himself.

He’s a madman.

Talking to himself and to a baby.

To this small, tiny, fragile child who is oh so precious...

Aris laughs, filling the room, his voice bounces off the walls and echoes within the silence. Adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and fits his gloves, reaching into the crib as the small baby continues to grab at the air, as if asking him to carry them. So he does, lifting the babe into his arms and MC grins at him, smiling widely.

“You’re a strange one. Strange, but also brave.” His gaze softens and his smile grows just a bit. The small baby in his hands babble. Perhaps he heard the child wrong. They’re just saying nonsense. Even so, hearing the word from them felt... Strange. Aris never considered him as the father type. He never knew his father, but he did have a ‘father’ raise him.

Perhaps, this is what it means to be a father. 

His trail of thought stops the moment he feels something grab a hold of his long locks, tugging it down and Aris is forced to look at the baby who giggle and continues smiling at him. Aris remains unfazed, despite what had just happened. Right, he has read in the books that children like to grab whatever they can. Like hair. Aris shoulders tremble and snickers leaves his lips.

Most certainly, this child is brave, to be the only one in the realm who would be able to tug his hair. No one would dare try to offense the man, even young children and babies cry and scream when he appears. And yet, this kid, right here...

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❤️ (fluff) “Don’t look at me like that. I was making an omelette for myself anyway.”

💙 (hurt/comfort) “…I can stay with you. For as long as you need.”

💔 (angst) “No. No - I’m not doing this again. I quit. Don’t come to my apartment, don’t call me, don’t text me. I’m done watching the Eli-MC-will-they-won’t-they show. I deserve better. Get out.”

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