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and their lovers being like chill iâve still got like fifty years and weâve already spent decades together weâve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you
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{ Ripped Raw } || Mac & Barrons
Ephemeral. Transitory. Fleeting. Evanescent. All words with the same meaning: short lived. All words that were a bloody pain in his ass.
Heâd died on his way back to Dublinâthank God Ryoden had the foresight to send Daku to meet him halfway with word on what had happened in the minutes following his death. Centuries of secrets were unraveling around them, one right after the other; it remained to be seen if the fabric could be rewoven before things caromed out of control.
The million dollar bloody question wasâwas it even worth the trouble?
His instinct upon reaching the city had been to return to the bookshop. Daku had assured him she was fineâbut that wasnât enough.  He needed to seeâhold, kiss, taste, fuckâher for himself before the growing tension inside him would recede.  Torn between the instinctual urge for his mate and his duty to the others, heâd stopped in his tracks, frowning as he tried to make up his mind.
Indecisive hesitation was unknown to him; had Daku not commented on it, his heart would still be in his chest.
Overstepping oneâs rank was not allowed; it was a rule that some must beâpainfullyâreminded of from time to time over the centuries. Still, the ill-thought comment served its purposeâshe would be fine for a few more hours. The problem the nine faced could not wait.
Especially since the bloody Highlander was a wild card in the game.
By the time he finally pushed open the door to the shop, he had reached the point of snapping; the sound of her voice, heavy with accusation, almost pushed him over the edge. And she was still fucking invisibleâGod damn it.
A warning rattle sounded deep inside his chest.
âThat remains undecided.â He moved past the mess sheâd made, barely giving it a glanceâheading for his office and the things he needed to begin re-inking  his skin. âIs there a reason youâre still fucking invisible Miss Lane?â
The rattling sound echoed through the shop and a combination of fear and thrill rush through her as it often did. He was on edge, that sound always meant one thing â that for whatever reason â the hold the man had on the inner beast was weak. She bit back the urge to ask him what took him so long to get back, to say how fucking worried she had been â focus on Christians uncle â anything but your god damn feelings Mac! In the end she was aware that letting the Mackelterâs know that Dageus was alive was risky â if what she was thinking was correct. Just all she could think of was the month â give or take since some of it had been spent in faery â she had thought Barrons was dead, she had wanted to die right along with him. She followed him to his office and bristled at his question.â Oh! I thought Iâd keep the look, invisible is very slimming. I donât know! Itâs driving me nuts.â She scoffed as she stopped in the door way to his office, watching him gather things from his desk â guessed he was going to redo his tattooâs. Mac took this moment to look him over, needing to see with her own two eyes that he was indeed unharmed â sure she had seen him on the screen at Chesters but this was different. He looked like he had changed his clothes or maybe he had been reincarnated without clothes at all, she had no idea â it wasnât his wardrobe she was concerned about. The curve of his jaw, dark eyes she had gotten lost in more times then she preferred to admit, hard planed chest that was hidden under a black t-shirt that left little to oneâs imagination â she didnât stop until she had reached his biker boot clad feet and made her way back up again. there wasnât a scratch on himâŠ..
Not that she had expected there to be any, but it was one thing to tell yourself something a thousand times and see it with your own eyes â he was okay.â Is he one of you?â She finally asked after she had finally convinced herself enough that she could put the sound of Jericho Barrons dying from her mind, at least until it resurfaced in one of her nightmares. What if Dageus was one of them? Sure Mac would still think that his family should be able to know he was alive but that would bring a whole new aspect to it. Them knowing he was alive could put the other nine at risk â could put Barrons at risk. There you are with feelings again Mackayla. Huffed at herself before she walked towards him â not even remembering telling herself to do so. It was then she reached forward and placed her hand on his arm, her thumb running across the soft skin gently. Even though she couldnât be seen the gentle touch said I was worried.â How long where you at Chesters?â She asked before she could stop herself â she wanted to scream â even she could hear the hesitation and uneasiness in her voice.

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{ Not alone anymore } || Mac & Barrons
Honoring the dead was a practice as old as timeâone that never faded, no matter how many centuries might pass. It strengthened someâweakened others.
What would it do to her?
As he watched her, he found himself wishing that he could give her what the fucking fairy hadâtime spent with the sister she had lost, an illusion of happiness that might dull the sharp edge of her pain. Though his demeanor might suggest he was unfeeling towards her plight, itâlike so many other things about himâwas merely a façade.
He understood her pain
He understood her grief.
He felt the same way about his son.
Eons of existence did not erase oneâs primal instinctsâno matter how much he might try to shove them aside. He missed his sonâhe had for centuries; not the insane creature the child had become, but the bright, eager boy who had followed in his footsteps, watching him with pride filled eyes.
Iâm sorry I failed you, nire semea.
[Iâll goâ]  he reached out with his mind, caressing hers as he moved towards herâoffering her comfort the only way he could. [âwhen we return⊠Iâll send Fade and Lor to collect her remains and bring them here. We will be bury her next to my son.]
Every day she was reminded that Alina was gone and each time she was she had to contend with the guilt that she had spent time â happy. There were often nights she dreamed of her, dreams so real she wakes up and jumps out of bed to rush to her sister â only to get half way to the door before she finds she is down below the garage in Barronâs lair and often alone. God, in those moments she felt â so alone. Thatâs why she wanted him to go with them to Ashford in the end, because no matter what she said â it was for her benefit. In a world where she often felt lost in her grief, lost in wishing for another day with her sister â it was Jericho Barrons who reminded her she wasnât alone. However it wasnât until she lifted her head that she was reminded how true that was. It was a slight change in demeanor but she caught it â his back wasnât as straight, the lines of his face had softened, and some of the fire had left his eyes. How long he had lived, how many people he must have lost and she knew for a fact he felt the pain ----- his son. She had seen him grieve the boy first hand, felt his pain in that desert and the heart shattering guilt that had gone with it. His usual demeanor made it so easy to forget such things sometimes, even for her â one of the few she guesses who glimpses at his moments of weakness. When he approached she was wary, not being his touch or closeness was unwanted but sometimes â joining their islands made her nervous. Fear of rejection reeling its ugly head. However when his mind caressed herâs almost like a lovers embrace in itself she relaxed. His words surprised her, not only his agreement to go but his plan to have her buried next to his boy. She knew this man better than either of them often give her credit for â she knew what that meant. It was his way of saying he understood it all, the need to honor Alina, the pain that barely seemed to ever ease. He understood it and he wanted to help her through it the only way he knew how. Thank you JerichoâŠ. She said silently as she reached up and caressed his face with the back of her hand, the other resting above his softly thudding heart. She often wished he wouldnât hide his pain from her; that he would let her offer him comfort for his loss. Even though she knew it wasnât in his nature to do so â she just hated not being able to help the man she loved through such a loss. She hated that she hadnât been able to save that beautiful little boy that even in the few moments she had seen him she had felt the need to protect. Her hands traveled to rest on the back of his neck. They will rest together.. She then lifted her bare feet onto her tip toes and pressed her lips against his â offering to take a little of his pain, share in his grief the only real way she knew how. Youâre not alone Jericho. The words caressing his mind softly before she could stop them. Neither of them where alone anymoreâŠ
"Donât bust out the tequila. Thatâs all I ask. I donât need anyone seeinâ my tits tonight."
Mac couldn't hold back a soft chuckle." Don't worry, I will protect your precious virtue. I will knock anyone who tries to get an eye full on their petunia."

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{ Bumps & Bruises } || Mac & Barrons
He watched her, dark eyes narrowing as they caught the subtle change in her demeanor; his immediate reaction was a surge of primal lust. He took a step towards herâonly to freeze at the mention of the Highlanderâs name. Automatically, his hands curled into fists as he struggled to control the reflexive action to claim what was his. Â Being close to her on such a frequent basis meant balancing on the edge of a razor sharp bladeânever letting her see what was hidden away beneath his human skin.
âAh yesânever mind the fact you wouldnât have known where to find the bloody thing if it werenât for me. I suppose you think your MacKeltar could have led you to it, donât you?The million dollar question isâwould he have let you keep one of the Seelie Hallows⊠or would he have claimed it for his clan?ââÂ
Mac walked back into the public area of the store, now holding a wash cloth with ice to her forehead. She actually took a moment to look him up and down â beneath his usual cool and collected demeanor he looked almost⊠on edge.â Maybe, but you also wouldnât have been able to get it without me â maybe you need to realize we are a fucking team in this Barrons, partners!â If he stopped treating her like a pawn in a game of chess, maybe she would actually trust him more. She made her way over to the sitting area and leaned back on the sofa as the rest of his words sunk in. Fixing him with a raised eyebrow, her soft blue eyes boring into his dark hues like she was trying to figure out how he ticked. Watch out, someone who didnât know better would call you jealous. She said silently.
"Got two bottles. We can be lushes together."
" You are speaking my language Gabs - and if we aren't done after that I will commandeer the bar."