#fireofmanyhearts

When the engine started to halt, Jared groaned softly. Not wanting to do permanent damage to his vehicle, he managed to get it to the side of the road near a small town where probably nobody had even seen an R8 from closeby. “Fuck...” The businessman muttered, calling a towtruck which could take several hours to get there. He glanced at a bar where he could clearly see the sign... he could really use a stiff drink right now.

It was past ten and there didn’t seem to be a soul out on the streets. Taking his suit jacket out of the car, he went into the bar and found a seat in a booth, to order a glass of wine.

Daniel was standing at his desk, he just read the note that was given to him by the only person he trusted other than Dwight. Reading over it again and again he felt worse. The man he loved, no he wouldn’t watch that he couldn’t deal with either of those things. “You tell them by order of the King he is to be set free, he is my best friend...he’s my..” Which is when a female’s voice came from the doorway. “Your lover..” Looking up it was the Queen, walking towards him in all her glory watching as the man in front of Daniel bowed to her. “If you...” “It wasn’t me, I’ve known for some time but as long as you stayed quiet and you have now given me a child..” She said holding her stomach to him. “I won’t allow this, neither...if anyone lays a hand on him I swear by my own sword they will face death...”

Dwight cocked a brow when Sirius asked him that question. “Dude, you look better in anything than anyone else - except me of course.” A playful grin curled up. “So unlike you to be insecure Sirius - what the hell happened?”

“Nah, I look better than you.” Sirius countered with his usual confident grin. He shrugged his shoulders, plopping down next to Dwight. “Was just curious, I guess... not insecure. Never insecure.”

It was a spontaneous thing, Antoinette travelling to Virginia. It wasn’t exactly the place she was supposed to go to but what the heck? That’s what backpacking is all about...right?

Moving away from London years after the end of Voldemort’s war was a decision that she knew was coming. The stress and trauma that she had to endure and the losses she had suffered was enough for her pack up and leave. She wanted to have peace, she wanted to forget. Maybe even heal the scars that was inflicted upon her for being a half-blood traitor. It’s been a long time, yes. But there are things that just doesn’t leave you. 

And she found herself in a small town of Mystic Falls. A historical place, says the locals that she had pleasure of meeting beforehand. It’s quiet nice and maybe she can find a temporary safe haven in this place, just long enough for her to try and move on. 

It had been a perfect few weeks, finally Fenrir had found someone he could settle down with and enjoy. Everything about Julian pleased him from the kisses to the moments in the bar where he was just too adorable. Now he was cooking them dinner, for the first time as he had finally got a full afternoon and evening off. Standing at the oven stirring the sauce he was waiting for Julian to finish in the shower and then he just heard those words. It stopped him dead in his tracks, they’d been safe. He was sure of it or at least as safe as a werewolf could be. Turning around the curly haired Alpha looked at him, there wasn’t anger or annoyance in his eyes but worry. They where new and still exploring each other. This changed everything. Moving over to him he took both cheeks in his hands looking into those perfect eyes. “You okay? Seriously are you okay....I...I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted...we haven’t even mated yet and you know what that means..” Taking a breathe because it meant he got an already mated Omega pregnant. He did that, with their brief moments getting to know each other that stirred into bedroom scandals and knotting. Which he shouldn’t of let happen. Letting go of his cheeks he just pulled the other into his arms hugging him close knowing how scared he must be. “I’ll keep you safe...I’ll mate you and everything will be fine.”  

Daniel looked onto him as one of his servants handed over the chosen jacket for the day, a brief smile gracing his lips. It was the truth but sometimes that was what hurt the most. His wishes and dreams weren’t always what the state wanted of him. Even as he dressed it felt like his royal right was laying on his shoulders. Turning to the man with a brief sigh as they walked out of the room. “You say that but I’m sure there are others who don’t agree, like when I used frolick in the fields. Oh that made the court gossip.” The grin on his face evident of the pride he had about that. “My last few months of freedom, if everything goes to way father suggests. What should we do Dwight?”

Dwight was sitting in a chair, alone in a room, his head laying back as his hand was rubbing over his flesh. The moment he heard the door open he sat straigh and removed his hand from around his flesh and tried to cover it. “Hell, Sirius - never learned to knock?” Though he didn’t sound ashamed, he just got caught off guard.

Sirius had just wanted to see Dwight. He hadn’t intended to barge in on the other boy while he was doing something so private. He took a step back and frowned, looking away. “Oh, er... sorry?” He offered, looking at Dwight once more. “I didn’t think to... I apologize...”