The gym was open and it was a fairly normal day, Duggy was working over a bag while others trained around him, he was grateful for the opportunity to better himself, make Daz worry less, and Mal, he wanted them to be proud, wanted everything to go smooth, wanted to be more than a burden, a child.

Normally the opening of gym door didn’t draw his attention but this time it did, this time was different. The scent alone was enough to draw his eye, something familiar, something special. It was like family but not in the way of their father, no, this was something far less awful, something more akin to the smell of Daz or Mal. Family wasn’t what you were born with, but what you were made of. Mal was their Alpha, Daz was his brother, his guardian, but this man...

He was their father, more than Charlie or Mal, he made them all that they were, he made them. It was Jameson, and he wreaked of guilt, of trepidation. It gave Duggy some sense of relief. He should have felt that way. As quickly as he’d looked at Jameson, he went back to the bag. Ignoring him even as he approached. “How much for a membership?”

“Oh, ‘m not even gonna pretend ta think that’s not a load of shit. I dun care why yer here, mate, jus’ go ‘fore Daz storms out here, yea?” he said looking over at the man who’d caused so much suffering. Duggy didn’t want to see the fight, he didn’t want to be there for it. It would come, but he didn’t need it to spoil all of the positives happening in his life.

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Douglas,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, but you will, so just buzz off. You disappeared, we picked up all of the pieces, got everything going for us now. Haven’t needed you so just go.”

Jameson nodded to his words. “Alright, alright, that’s fair, but I already know you don’t want me to go, you want me to make things right, I want that too. I never stopped thinking about you boys.”

“Dazzy, neva quite ‘spected you’d be turnin’  up in a place like this.”

Charlie had waited for him outside the strip club, he could track down his children for miles, but knew he’d never control either of them if he couldn’t get a handle on his elder son first.

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They’d been staying with Mal for a while now, longer than they’d stayed most placed. This was better than a shitty apartment, and certainly better than a dirty hotel room. They moved so much, that despite Darren’s consistant work they’d struggled to get ahead, even now, the older Stone was still paying back credit debit. Douglas felt at home in the gym, he had something to do, was able to make himself feel useful and despite the fact that Mal was not his father, it felt like it. Their small pack was the closest any of them had to family in a while, much longer for O’Malley.

It was as Douglas swept the floors one night that he heard the door open. “Sorry, mate, we’re closed up.” Then the scent hit him, Vampire, christ he was getting tired of vampires and he picked up the broom to swing it. But the stranger caught it, staring at him with wide green eyes. “O’Malley ain’t here,” he growled.

“Don’t even recognize you’re own pops, Douglas?” the man asked, as he lowered the broom down.

In a way? Every muse I have does have some sort of sliver of who I am, if not I wouldn’t be able to bring as much life to them as I can. Sometimes they’re wish-fulfillment, like I’d love to be as good a boxer as Mal, or just know any sort of martial art/self-defence stuff. 

Oh no, don’t ask me that. If I ever had a fave and said, every other muse in my head would hate them xD. I have ones I like playing around with based on the mood I’m in, but no, no actual favourites. 

“Y’know, you’re the second guy with that accent I’ve met this week.”

      It couldn’t be a coincidence. Jane didn’t really believe much in those. Maybe they knew each other somehow, had come here together on holiday or something. Head tipped to the side, she studied the stranger; talk, dark, and handsome, just like the first one. Perhaps they were related.