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blog-sliverofjade · 4 years ago

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Of Doms & Subs 19: The End is Just the Beginning

Pairing: Angus Hopper x OFC

Summary: What’s a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?

Word count: 2213

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Ellie anticipated a panic attack. It had been some time since she’d been underneath a man, and she expected to feel trapped as she had so often with Will. Maybe it was because there wasn’t much difference in their sizes but was more likely due to the fact that he was the polar opposite of Will. Unlike her ex-husband, he’d shown his teeth from the very beginning. Was that only four days ago? Her wolf didn’t care; she’d found their mate. She let herself settle into that easy bliss and release her human hang-ups, if only for a little while.

Mickayla had warned her that her sex drive would crank up to 11, but no warning in the world could have prepared her for this. A few minutes of a semi-naked make out session and her body felt wound to the breaking point. Heat washed over her like waves lapping at a shore. Excitement, wonder, and love burst inside her, deliciously sharpened by a hint of fear. The kind of adrenaline charged fear she felt when free climbing, knowing that no anchor kept her from falling. Only she wanted to dive off the precipice she teetered on and fly.

She disentangled her leg from his to cradle him between her thighs. Even through their underwear and his pants, he undoubtedly felt how damp her panties were. Though she was too far gone to feel embarrassed. A button on his shirt scraped against a nipple and her breath caught. Angus released her mouth and she nearly whined at the loss. The usual sternness dominating his features had melted away and he appeared vulnerable for the first time, soft even. His thumb brushed over her swollen bottom lip. She caught his wrist to press a kiss to his palm, which made him smile.

Cupping the side of her neck, Angus turned his attention to her breasts, heaving as she panted. The white mounds moulded easily to his hand even as they overfilled it; he lowered his head to a pert nipple that was practically sitting up and begging for attention. She jerked towards him as if a jolt of electricity shot through her. He licked and laved the rosy bud to a stiff peak and then moved to the next one.

When she settled again, he slipped a hand between her legs and brushed her clit. Her back bowed at the light touch. When did she become so sensitive? Was it the werewolf thing? Or was it because it’d been so long? He dipped a finger into her slick petals. Oh God, she was dripping. Her hips tried to follow him on the withdrawal. The need painted across her face resembled a grimace of pain. He stilled and pulled back to look at her.

“Are you all right, mo cridhe?” The hand on her neck moved to stroke her hair.

“Yes!” cried Ellie, squirming around his finger.

“Are you certain? We can stop.” Angus began to withdraw, but she gripped his wrist with supernatural strength, keeping him within her walls.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she panted.

“Oh? What am I doing?” The hunger on his face was at complete odds with his innocent tone.

“You’re trying to give me an out,” she scowled.

“Well then, while we’re on the subject,” his dark eyes were lit with his sly humour that she was learning how to read, “Do you want this? Because I swear to God I’ll not stop until your legs are quivering and the neighbours are very well aware of my name, to say nothing of the pack.” She bit her lip, torn between arousal and mortification. His finger shifted ever so slightly and either she’d closed her eyes or her vision had short-circuited due to the pleasure from the minute movement.

“If you stop, I will bite you,” she hissed, glaring up at him.

“That’s hardly a deterrent.” The gleam in his bottomless eyes filled her mind’s eye with flashes of fangs and entwined bodies that had her tossing her head back, exposing her throat. He nipped at the velvety flesh and she thrashed under the overwhelming pleasure that washed through her, whining softly. He smiled into her pulse point and added another digit, crooking them and beginning to pump in and out. The knot low in her belly wound tighter and tighter. She gasped when he hit one spot in particular.

“Ah, there we are,” he whispered in a voice like dark chocolate and velvet. Rocking on his hand, she gripped one of his shoulders like it was a lifeline, nails digging into his skin through the shirt.

Her silken walls fluttered around his fingers and her mewls grew louder. He and his wolf were one in their smugness. Her reactions made him wonder if her ex had ever seen to her satisfaction. The thought that he would be the one to give her such pleasure had him grinning ferally.

“Tha gaol agam ort, m'eudail.” Long ago, he’d taught himself to use his voice like a tool: he could crack it like a whip or light fires in people’s hearts. Or he could intimately caress someone. She’d seemed particularly affected by it, especially when she first submitted to him. The carpet still smelled like her. “Cum for me, a leanbh.”

There was no need to draw upon his dominance, even if he was willing to use it in bedroom games. He curved his fingers again and she bowed off the bed with a scream that only died out when she ran out of breath, but her orgasm continued, drawn out by his deft hand. Blunt fingernails dug into his thigh. Though they would heal in moments, he purred internally at the possessiveness of it. In turn, he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, almost breaking the skin, but not quite. He laved at the small hurt as she came down, his strokes slowing.

Sitting up, Angus drank in her ample curves, her arms flung around her head, and unbuttoned his shirt. She drew one leg up so she could turn and ogled him in kind from a better angle. He stood and reached for his belt; white teeth nibbled a slick, pink lip. The way she watched him, as if in need, was a seduction unto itself. A faint clink of the pants falling to the floor and he was nude before her.

Werewolves quickly learned to shed any discomfort they had with nudity, but pink still spread across Ellie’s face, slackened in awe. He smiled with certain amount of male satisfaction in knowing that she was with him because she wanted to be, and not because she wanted to jump the hierarchy. Knowing that she worried about the pack and for him, even challenging his arguments, filled him with a pride and admiration.

“Hmm, I’m not terribly familiar with the mating habits of wolves.” Her voice was husky from screaming and hunger. “But how long are we supposed to stare at each other?”

“You’re going to have to learn to watch that mouth,” he rumbled and slunk across the bed with eyes that glowed wolf.

“Oh?” The shape of said mouth as she formed the sound made him wonder if she would manage such arch coyness if that same mouth was wrapped around his cock. In reply, he sank his teeth into her bottom lip, lapping at the crimson beads that welled up.

“You bit me.” If she was trying for indignation, her tone was far too breathy to be effective.

“You threatened to bite me first.” His shrug was met with bright laughter. She spread her thighs in welcome and he settled into the cradle of her hips, which pressed up against him when his length fell against her crease, brushing her clit. Panting, she threw her head back with a low moan.

Looking into her caramel apple coloured eyes when she could focus again, he pressed into her wet heat. Impatient, she wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed him deeper into her channel. He resisted and chuckled at her frustrated pout.

“This is our first time together,” he smiled, propping himself up on one elbow and stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “There’ll be plenty of time for animalism in the second round.”

“S-second round?” she blinked.

“Supernatural stamina means a refractory period of minutes.” He took advantage of her open mouth to caress her tongue with his, pushing deeper into her until he was fully sheathed. She snaked her arms around his neck and writhed under him, trying to coax him into moving faster.

Ellie rolled her hips, savouring the perfect fit as if they were made for each other, returning his kiss with interest only to pull away with a gasp as he moved again. He rocked into her aching core, kneaded the meat of a thigh curled around him, and the way he licked his lips was downright indecent.

Their slow, smooth rhythm soon had her squirming with bliss; Angus watched with a face slack in awe and lust, an expression which she no doubt mirrored. Yet he maintained a firm grip on his self-control and she wanted to snap the leash. Clenching around him as tightly as she could, she dug her feet into his marbled ass for leverage to drive herself up his shaft. He snarled at her impatience. Once, she would have shrank from the aggression; instead, she did it again and arched her head back to flaunt the line of her throat. The way he’d reacted whenever her neck was vulnerable hadn’t gone unnoticed.

With a roar, he sank his teeth into her sensitive flesh and slammed into her, the bed thumped into the wall in time with the snap of his hips. The knot in her lower belly snapped and she came with a scream, gouging furrows in his corded back. He didn’t let up, pounding into her quivering pussy, forcing her to climax again and again until it all blended into one. Only after she was a trembling wreck did he delved as deeply as he could, pulsing as he filled her to overflowing, their combined fluids painting her folds.

They lay there for awhile to catch their breath, still connected, foreheads pressed together. She shook occasionally, her inner walls fluttering around him.

“I think I love you,” whispered Ellie.

“You’re still capable of thought? Then I haven’t done my job properly,” he smirked. She laughed throatily; he kissed the bite mark, which was already fading. “If you change your mind and want to leave, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to watch you walk away.”

It wasn’t a flowery speech, or a grand declaration of his affection. He all but admitted weakness. To her. A wolf who’d been told since her Making that she would never have any power in their world. And an Alpha had placed himself in her hands. That knowledge stole her breath, her thought, and most of all, her heart.

The next day, Angus mobilized Ian, Jim, Mickayla, and Shane to pack up her little apartment. They picked up her brother, Peter, from Vancouver (Washington, not British Columbia) to help. He’d volunteered even after she’d confessed that she turned furry every full moon.

“She’s been through hell.” Peter’s growl was worthy of a werewolf, unaware that she overheard through the open window as she packed. Apparently, not all of their attributes were public knowledge otherwise he would have lowered his voice. “If you hurt her, I will pump you full of silver.”

Ellie peered down into the packing lot where they were supposed to be loading the SUV. Her brother loomed over Angus, using his larger size in a blatant attempt at intimidation. Angus nodded solemnly, and she had to stifle a laugh. Her Alpha could eat him for breakfast. Literally.

Later, she thanked him profusely for not murdering her brother for his temerity. He said something about “not disciplining foolhardy pups” for trying to protect their family, but he accepted her gratitude with fervour.

Her meager belongings looked shabby in Angus’s- their- condo, even with her new, albeit small, wardrobe. Yet he didn’t bat an eye at her tablet with the cracked corner, or her ancient laptop, instead placing them next to his own shiny devices to charge. Nor did he hesitate to place her dog-eared novels next to his first editions. He returned her keys and her lime green jalopy received a place of honour next to his Tesla.

The following days passed in a whirlwind and before she knew it she was standing in a conference room of sorts in the pack’s warehouse. Framed by a skylight, the luminous face of the full moon watched from above while she ritually consumed his flesh and was bound to the pack.

While they prepared to shift, several members handed cash over to Mickayla. Ellie arched a brow in her direction.

“They thought you’d mate our fearless leader tonight,” she shrugged and forked over a portion of the winnings, which disappeared into a back pocket.

“There’s no need to rush.” Ellie’s smile lit up her face as Angus came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her. “We have forever ahead of us.”

Tha gaol agam ort, m'eudail - I love you

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braveskyered · 6 years ago

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Knights (Part 10)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Even experienced parents will have trouble raising a new baby.

Part 10: Why Is It That Everything Seems Beautiful

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Three days after Arthur and Elaine had their third child, the family celebration of Vivian's birth went along fine for the most part. Vivienne had her chance of holding her new great-granddaughter. Vivienne's age is starting to get the better of her, so she often stays in her home attached to Four of a Kind Queens as a result. Once that was done, Arthur and Elaine took their newborn daughter to the next family reunion with the latter's immediate family to introduce her. She was carefully passed over between Elaine parents and aunt, then to her cousin Eleanor and her husband Nicholas.

Soon Gwen and Percy stared at their new sister with curiosity, wonder, fear, and joy all at the same time. They each took turns holding their new little sister, and Arthur couldn’t help but subtly take a few pictures of his three children with his phone to hold close to his heart. He now has not two, but three reasons to keep living.

After the reunion, when the now family of five returned home. It was getting rather late, and with Vivian now asleep, it was decided that they should all turn in for the night soon. Gwen and Percy soon went to bed, and Arthur and Elaine went into their bedroom to put their newborn daughter into her crib before turning in themselves.

Unfortunately, as Arthur knew and feared, he started to have nightmares of the wraith wanting to take his newborn daughter away after failing to take the twins. He has no idea what would happen if the wraith did successfully take any of the three children, but he knew he didn’t want to find out. Gwen and Percy are capable of handling themselves even though they’re only eleven, but with Vivian being a three-day-old baby so far, she’s as defenseless as one could get. When he woke up from the first nightmare, he could barely remember it as he heard Vivian cry.

It was agreed that since Elaine had just gone through childbirth, Arthur was usually to be the one to handle the baby for the first few days to let her rest, only to get her if Vivian happened to be hungry and wouldn’t take a bottle Elaine prepared.

Arthur got out from the bed, attached his arm, and gently picked up the tiny crying newborn from the crib. Vivian’s crying quieted down immediately, which meant that she only wanted to be held. He knew that Vivian could recognize Elaine as her mother, but he isn’t exactly sure if she could recognize him as her father. Regardless, he used his usual technique, holding her close to his chest to let her hear his heartbeat, and humming the lullaby he used back when Gwen and Percy were babies.

It still made his heart ache.

♪

This time I might just disappear…

Whoa-o-o-oh

This time I might just dis-

Oh mo mo mo mo

Oh mo mo mo mo (Oh yeah)

Oh mo moo mo mo oh

♪

Arthur felt Vivian nuzzle her head against his chest, her cries being reduced to quiet whimpers. He nudged one of her tiny hands with a finger, and smiled a little when her finger wrapped around it.

He walked out of their bedroom and went downstairs to go into his current work and study room. He’s aware that he can’t do much since he’s holding his newborn daughter, but looking over Gwen and Percy’s homework or something akin to it shouldn’t hurt. He made a small bassinet to keep in there next to his desk before Vivian was born, so he can always keep an eye on his newborn daughter while working. He also needed time to calm down from his nightmare, even though he can’t remember much from it now.

Upon seeing Vivian go back to sleep, Arthur set her in the bassinet and went to his desk. The twins occasionally leave their math and science homework for him to look over, and upon seeing the two worksheets, saw that they both had their questions correct.

Arthur gave a breath of amusement while feeling proud of the twins, for it’s not every day a father gets to see his children skip not one, but two grades to where they can be properly challenged in their current Eighth grade class. He felt even more proud when the two decided to join their middle school robotics club, which allowed him and the twins to truly connect with one another. Once they graduate to high school next year, Arthur knew that they’ll probably dominate the robotics club there, too.

He looked to his right where a lone table stands, and smiled upon seeing the half-complete project the twins are steadily working on in secret at first before he discovered it by accident just last week.

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Arthur came home from his temporary job later than usual as a teaching assistant for the robotics program at the Cantabile Institute of Technology. The main instructor, Mr. Robert Cromwell, had to suddenly leave early today to handle a sudden family emergency, leaving Arthur with a request to watch over the class until it was over. He usually didn’t like being the center of attention, but he still helped the students by giving them feedback on their projects, correcting their prints on their software, and just encouraging them to work hard and strive to be better.

To his dismay, however, he still had his fear of crowds, although he is slowly improving.

The main instructor, the man who hired him, was very understanding once he learned of this. Because his class only had around thirty students for the semester, he had split it into two classes with fifteen students divided among them so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed. During the official lab times, Arthur would help the students with either the projects themselves or answer questions regarding their written homework. The students, in turn, remained professional for the most part, especially once they learned that they actually liked Arthur as a fellow robotics enthusiast.

The only reason Arthur took the job is that not only did it give him access to more reliable equipment when working on robotics, it paid well, allowing him to earn some extra money on preparing for his third child, who’s due to come any day now.

He briefly wondered what would’ve happened if he had taken this as his career route before everything went wrong, then shoved the thought aside. He long decided to discard the thoughts about the “woulda-coulda-shoulda” as that one quote he can’t remember someone saying. He managed to do the “one little did” from the same quote by leaving Tempo, and will keep doing it until he can live without any fear.

Arthur is healing, and will keep healing until he is ready to completely move on.

He wondered what Elaine made for dinner, then shrugged the thought off that if by some chance she didn’t, then there’s always leftovers he could always eat. Assuming the twins haven’t eaten them, that is, then he’ll have to scrounge. Taking the keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and went inside and announced his presence with a hello.

Almost immediately, he heard something fall and the twins yelping in surprise and frustration. Setting his bag down, Arthur quickly went upstairs and heard the twins who seemed to be arguing amongst themselves within Percy’s room. He peeked into the doorway to see if either of them are hurt.

“Daddy!” “Dad!”

Gwen immediately threw a white bed sheet over what seemed to be yet another science project, but it didn’t cover it completely, which Percy tried to correct.

“W-W-What are you doing, Dad?! You’re supposed to knock!”

“…Your door was already open, Percy,” Arthur slowly pointed out with a raised brow before turning his attention to the poorly hidden project, “What are you making this time? Do you need me to give you feedba…” He trailed off as he could make out the long and thin shape hidden beneath the sheet, and noticed what seemed to be smaller appendages barely poking out. Was that an–?

“A-Anyway, Daddy,” Gwen started to shove some of her tools aside while glancing at the sheet hiding their latest project, “How was work at the uni… uni…”

“‘University’?” Arthur finished for her, “It’s all right. There’s these two students that are always hard on themselves whenever things don’t work out the way they should.” Wait a minute. They’re trying to switch the topic on him! He quickly reached out and grabbed at the sheet before the twins could protest, “So what are you–”

Upon seeing what was beneath, Arthur went silent.

Although it looks half complete due to the many wires that were strewn about, he immediately recognized it as a robotic arm. Gwen and Percy were trying to make a prosthetic all by themselves? At their age?

He looked at his son and daughter, both of whom were looking away nervously. What has them so uptight? He looked around, and nearby he saw what seemed to be a blueprint. He picked it up, and upon examining it, he quickly realized that it’s a blueprint for a previous model of his arm that he made a few years back. Hadn’t it gone missing about two weeks ago?

He looked up and saw the twins give each other a nervous glance before looking at him.

“Gwen. Percy. Why hide this?” Arthur held out the blueprint to them, confused about their behavior, “You’ve had me look at all your other projects. Why would you hide this one from me?”

The twins looked at each other before Percy decided to speak up.

“You never liked talking about your arm.”

Arthur went still before looking down at his left arm, made from metal, wires, and other material that isn’t flesh, blood, and bone.

He still remembered the day he still had it, healthy and whole. Remembered the time the demon took hold. Remembered the time it shoved Lewis to his death while feeling the fabric of his friend’s vest. Remembered the feeling of the kitsune’s fangs sinking down to break the flesh and bone before it was ripped away from him, spilling blood. Remembered being unable to remember why his arm was lost. Remembered trying to take a grip at the wraith’s sleeve in desperation as he was held by his shirt from a cliff while dangling over the stalagmites.

Remembered the falling.

After he was dropped when the wraith let go, after he and the others had learned the truth, the arm had taken a whole new meaning. People would stare at his prosthetic, whether to rarely marvel or gawk at in disgust like the wraith did. He became recognizable, people would know him as the mechanic who lost an arm to an animal attack to the general public, or as an unfortunate victim of a possession while giving the feeling that he should have fought it off to the ones who really knew the truth.

Remembered his arm breaking.

He couldn’t bear the guilt weighing him down and the prejudices he perceived. The stares that the Yukino family and the Peppers have given him when they saw him and his arm. The suppression he felt was too great for him to handle, the tears threatening to fall every time. The wishes that said he should have died, instead.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

He curled his fingers around his left wrist, feeling the fabric of his wristband while trying to ignore the fleshy feel of the prosthetic. The fake flesh cover that Elaine made with Eleanor’s help is what saved him when he first arrived in Cantabile. It made him look normal. It made it easier to hide. Still, he didn’t like to look at his left arm unless it needed maintenance.

But the fact that the twins noticed that, is…

“You don’t need to worry about that, you two,” Arthur smiled as he waved his left arm in a dismissive gesture, “It’s true that this thing has a lot of bad memories, but you making an arm won’t bother me. I’m proud, actually. So…” he looked at the partially built arm in more detail, “I see some parts are different, what’s up with these?”

The twins jumped slightly upon Arthur asking, looked at each other, then Gwen shrugged before picking up a notebook to show him a page, “Well, we saw a video on YouTube where it has a prosthetic arm with the ability to feel things. You know, like, touch things? You know, if it’s hot or cold? We’re trying to re… rep… rep– copy that.”

“You’re trying to replicate it?”

“Yeah, Dad, that. Problem is, the one on the video is too heavy for an amputee to use, so we’re trying to make one that’s lighter,” Percy, who finally relaxed, pointed at the arm’s metal parts, “We’re trying to find pieces to remove or replace with lighter parts to reduce the weight. We thought about using one of your prints as a base, and if we succeeded, we could get accepted at that school you’re working at now…” The boy trailed off as he looked at his father’s arm.

A feeling of relief and happiness filled his entire being. Oh, how Arthur loved his children, always trying so hard to make him proud. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so moved, knowing that these two strive for their goals, for both themselves and him.

Still, they’re only eleven. They’re still young, and the young ones will always need guidance.

“I think I’ve got a few suggestions on how to do that.”

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The sound of Vivian crying pulled Arthur out from the happy memory. Smiling a little, he got off from his desk chair to lift her from the bassinet. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was about time for Vivian to have one of her feedings. Well, good thing Elaine prepared Vivian’s food ahead of time in the refrigerator. With the goal of feeding Vivian in mind, he went to the kitchen to heat up the milk.

He recalled Elaine making a scene once back when the twins were babies where she loudly thanked the heavens for breast pumps. In public. While in a restaurant. Caelia and Morgan were laughing while Arthur just focused on giving Gwen her bottle. Nope, I don’t know her for the next thirty minutes.

After feeding and changing his newborn daughter, Arthur went back to the bedroom and saw that Elaine is still asleep. A good thing, since he knew that she still felt sore from childbirth and needed all the time she could get to recover. He then read the clock and saw that’s it’s a little past four in the morning.

His lips tugged into a thin line, he knew he needed to go back to bed soon. He has work tomorrow morning at the university, and he needed to be there by ten if the main instructor doesn’t come back. He knew that Elaine will start taking care of Vivian once her alarm goes off at six, so maybe he can leave the next time their daughter needs care to her.

Arthur soon went back to focus on the task at hand, and placed the now sleeping Vivian back in her crib. He then took off his arm, crawled into his side of the bed beside Elaine and went to sleep, dreading the next nightmare or memory he knew he will have.

The next time Arthur woke up, to his relief, he couldn’t recall dreaming anything. Looking at the alarm clock next to him, he saw that the time read seven forty-five in the morning. He pressed a button on the clock to check the alarm time itself, and saw that it was set to go off at eight. He normally has the alarm set at seven fifteen. Which meant that Elaine modified his alarm again.

He slowly sat up as he let out a breath of mixed amusement and exasperation. Elaine did this back when Gwen and Percy were babies, primarily to have him sleep as much as he could. She knew about his nightmares, and thus knew about his tendency of being up late at night. As soon as Elaine confirmed Arthur’s schedule, she would modify his alarm clock. At first, it was by ten minutes, and soon it became more than that. From what he noticed, she never modified the alarm to exceed the original time by one hour.

He saw that Elaine isn’t in bed, meaning that the former is up and about. He soon heard his daughter crying, and he went to check on her after reattaching his arm. He noticed something long and black in color that looked like another blanket at first glance, but didn’t pay attention to it as he picked up Vivian from her crib. Upon noticing that the black material has followed the baby girl’s movement, he went still.

Had this been the time back when Gwen and Percy were newborns, Arthur would have freaked out and screamed or somewhere among those lines. Now, after knowing what exactly goes on in the Knights family bloodline, he could only just stare.

Vivian’s hair… should not be longer than her tiny body.

Yet here she is with a full head of long hair at four days old, now cooing at Arthur with her gummy mouth open without realizing the oddity she has.

What… is this?

He quickly decided to take her to Elaine. If there’s anyone who would have an idea on what’s going on, it’s her.

…

Whoever said that raising a baby can be difficult at times had it right, and Arthur knew that for a fact. However…

“Oh, no, Vivian! Mom, what do we do?!”

“Dad! Vivian’s vanished again!”

…they probably didn’t account for said baby to have powers.

Remember the part that said the women born in the Knights family typically have their powers awaken and emerge at around the age of ten years? The three children from Arthur and Elaine have broken that expectation in three ways. The first being that the twins’ powers came to be at seven years of age; the second being Percy even having the power at all, which is an oddity since he is the only male born in the family bloodline in over ten generations. The third being that…

“WHAT THE DID SHE JUST POOF INTO SMOKE?!”

…their third child having her power awaken four days after her birth.

Arthur could only just stare incredulously upon seeing the aftermath, the chaos happening as quickly as it came.

It was just so sudden, while Elaine was examining Vivian on the kitchen counter (“Her hair wasn’t like this when I nursed her about an hour ago…”), the baby just turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving her blanket sleeper and even her diaper behind, which then instilled a panic amongst the family members to find out where Vivian went.

At first, Elaine simply cut Vivian’s hair with a pair of scissors, but it would almost instantly grow back to it’s original long length. She then tried to to braid the hair, but it quickly became undone on its own. After the third attempt at getting Vivian’s hair either under control or at a manageable length, the baby girl started disappearing and reappearing while wailing, thus leading to the chaos just earlier.

Arthur, who distanced himself from Elaine to give her space while looking over some blueprint modifications that Gwen and Percy had made for their next science project, could only stare numbly at the four-day-old baby girl, lying on the kitchen table in front of him on her back with her hair partially covering her, her hair still longer than she is tall. Vivian’s arms twitched, as if trying to reach out to him. Arthur slowly blinked and put his pencil down.

He tried to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as Vivian started crying again, she started to float upward. On reflex, Arthur immediately grabbed her and wrapped her in a spare blanket he had nearby while minding her hair, calming her almost immediately. Elaine running to his side and taking their child into her hold.

“Uh, okay,” Elaine flustered, “So, baby disappears into smoke, teleports, and floats. And has hair with a stubborn streak. That’s a new one.”

Percy stared at Vivian with an incredulous look, “How did–?”

“Smoke appeared. Took her shape. And bam. Vivian,” Arthur shrugged, “I’m not sure what just happened, but it wasn’t any of you, was it?”

“No,” Gwen said as if the answer was obvious, “I can only make ice and just started being able to turn into a wolf. I can’t teleport.”

“It wasn’t me,” Percy rolled his eyes, “I can only turn into a fox and make fire. I just started figuring out how to travel from one TV screen to another.”

Gwen sighed, “I need to figure out how to do that…”

Arthur rubbed Vivian’s long hair against two of his fingers, noticing that it feels like real hair. It looked to be about a meter long. What kind of yokai would have long hair again? He would think Vivian might be an onyro, but last he checked, an onryo isn’t exactly a yokai, right…?

“You know,” Elaine said with exasperation, “I should probably be happy that she didn’t get this long hair of hers while I was pregnant with her. I don’t know if it’s true, but I probably would’ve had the worst heartburn. …Or the reactions from the hospital staff, which would’ve been worse.”

“So what do we do, Mom?” Gwen asked.

“Charm and hex her?” Percy suggested half joking, half serious.

“Maybe, I’ll just have to take her to Mom and Mama Vivienne and see if either of them might have some ideas. I’ll have to see if Nana Niniane is still around, since she’s usually traveling at this time of year.”

Elaine looked unsure, but she’s showing more confidence than Arthur is, so he’s not complaining.

“Arthur, you should get going to the university soon or you’ll be late,” Elaine nodded to him, “We’ll take care of everything here. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

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“I swear, Arthur, ever since you became a part of this family, it’s one thing after another. First you father a set of twins, one being a boy, then their power awakens at age seven instead of ten. And now you father a child whose power awakened in her infancy who’s not even a week old yet, which is unprecedented in and of itself,” Niniane started sewing patches of some sort onto Vivian’s clothes, “Are you from some kind of ancient and powerful bloodline or something?”

Arthur isn’t sure what to think of that. If he is, then no one told him, nor does he care about it. All he cared about is Vivian’s safety, because since she’s still a baby, her power can be dangerous to herself and others if not properly controlled.

In response to this, Niniane and Vivienne started sewing various charms on Vivian’s clothes so that way the next time she vanishes, it’ll take her clothes with her and “not appear naked on a table again,” as Niniane puts it. Morgan and Caelia went through the trouble of placing multiple wards around Arthur and Elaine’s home to keep Vivian from disappearing to places that lead to outside the house.

This, however, created a new problem. With so many protections around the house, Arthur’s prosthetic arm would act up every now and then. The magic would prevent the electric signals from going through his arm. Without the full function of his prosthetic, it prevented Arthur from being able to do the more complex tasks, and even prevented him from being able to properly hold Vivian, much to his dismay.

Still, it was a necessary drawback. He either temporarily loses the complete use of his left arm, or risk Vivian accidentally teleporting outside the house where she could get herself hurt with no one around to help her.

Every once in a while, though, Arthur hated being the powerless one in the family. He once told Elaine this once they managed to figure out a system on how to properly care for their new baby.

“Of course you have a power, Arthur!” Elaine exclaimed, incredulous, “Your power is being my amazing husband and an amazing father to our kids! And Vivian’s almost always calm when she’s with you. You have…” Elaine made a show of fanning her hands and then made a show of spreading them apart, “Dad Powers.”

“What.”

However, the loving words from Elaine, the hugs from Gwen and Percy, and the smiles and giggles from Vivian more than make up for it.

There were still many obstacles to overcome when raising their youngest child, but thankfully, Arthur and Elaine managed with the help from Elaine’s immediate family, and the twins were willing to put their weight in it, too. As Vivian grew, the baby girl started to grasp her abilities more clearly, and soon she was able to stop teleporting around once she reached eight months of age. After that, some of the protections were removed, and it allowed Arthur to be able to regain full use of his left arm again, much to his relief.

Soon after Arthur regained the use of his prosthetic, he noticed that his life is gradually improving, for better or for worse, he thinks.

Although he was unable to obtain a full time instructor position at the Cantabile Institute of Technology since he still works at Four of a Kind Queens, he managed to get a proper position as a part time instructor complete with a raise in pay, where he teaches robotics. The job has him to work three days a week from nine in the morning to five in the evening, allowing him to be able to still spend the evening with his family. A good thing, since Vivian tends to get cranky if she doesn’t see him in the evening.

Four of a Kind Queens has been having an increase in business, which allowed more money to flow in. This in turn gave Caelia and Morgan the opportunity to remodel Vivienne’s home that’s attached to the shop. A small elevator was added in the foyer, and the bathroom facilities were modified to allow the place to be more mobile friendly since the old matriarch is nearing her nineties. Because she can only walk short distances now, Vivienne became wheelchair bound most of the time.

One day when Arthur was at work at the university, he overheard some students talking about a band that is coming out of retirement after ten years. Arthur took the time to read an online article about it and saw that the band in question is MS Dubuc, an old band that Vivi and Lewis were big fans of. Vivi loved the band so much that she even named the Mystery Skulls after one of the band’s songs of the same name. Arthur didn’t consider himself a huge fan to that extent, but he did enjoy some of the band’s music. His personal favorite being “Every Note” and “Together.” When he told Elaine, Gwen, and Percy about the band, they came to like the music, too, enough to where the twins even wanted to go to the concert that marks their return.

What surprised Elaine and the twins, though, is that the band is only run by one person. If Arthur remembered right, it was Alberto Rodgers or something like that. From the looks of it, the man behind the band retired to spend time with his wife and family, and came back upon his wife’s insistence. The identities of his “secret” wife and other family members weren’t revealed, but that isn’t Arthur’s concern.

Gwen and Percy were gradually able to fine tune their powers, allowing them to utilize their skills safely without the risk of harming anyone. Arthur felt that it was good timing, because Vivian started teething, and whenever they run out of rice rusks (“How are we going through so many?!” Elaine exclaims.), Gwen started to hand her baby sister clear ice spheres for her to gnaw on, and would soon make little ice pops out of fruit juice to give her new things to taste. Percy hasn’t been able to find things to entertain Vivian with his fire power yet, but giving her rides as a kitsune would work in the meantime.

Of course, Arthur now has to deal with the occasional spat between Gwen and Percy on who gives Vivian rides when she wants them.

- - - - - - -

Arthur somewhat dreaded for this day.

“Hold on, you two, it looks like there’s a trap up ahead to your left. Can you see it?”

“Uh… The wall over here does look a little different compared to the rest of this room,” Gwen said, “I don’t see anything else that seems strange.”

“Maybe it’s motion sensored?” Percy suggested.

Back when Arthur first met Elaine, not counting her distant cousins such as Melia, she and her cousin Eleanor were the latest members of the Knights family. For the Knights, as Arthur long knew by now, their duty is to handle the more malicious side of the paranormal, and fight actual monsters. When the twins were born, he knew that they would eventually take up the duty as well. Or at least Gwen would have to, since it wasn’t known if Percy would have any powers at the time.

And now, with the twins being twelve years old, Elaine decided to take the twins on their first solo excursion to start their training. She meant to take the twins shortly after she recovered from Vivian’s birth, but the premature awakening of the baby’s own powers threw a wrench in that plan. Thankfully, now that Vivian is a year old now, her powers have gradually stabilized. The baby’s hair is still longer than her body, and she still teleports around every now and then, but only for very short distances.

(He noticed a few months back that Vivian would only teleport whenever she wanted to be with her daddy, much to his inner joy. It was so amusing that he decided he’ll let the rest of the family figure it out for themselves.)

It was a simple job in Largo, Florida, according to Elaine. There weren’t any disappearances, just some strange occurrences at a cave close to a school that was abandoned due to lack of funding. Lights randomly appearing and disappearing, the one time sound of a screeching woman, and the occasional sound of a dog. It was originally investigated by the local police when their client, a local man, first reported it, but they didn’t find anything telling. Eventually, their client had heard about the Knights family from a distant acquaintance, and hired the family to investigate the area.

* * *

“I saw someone enter the cave, but I didn’t see anyone come out and heard a woman screaming before it went silent. I reported it to the police and have them check it, but they didn’t find anything, and no one had been reported missing for the past three days. Also, they refused to investigate further because they’re busy trying to stop a drug ring or something according to my friends. Will you look into it? If we don’t do something, who knows what will happen?”

* * *

It is strange that only one man is concerned, but he did pay them to investigate. To Arthur, the least he can do with his family is find out what exactly is happening to give the man a peace of mind.

…He just hoped it wasn’t a demon.

Although Arthur feared for Gwen and Percy’s safety, he knew that with him in the van navigating for them, and with Elaine watching over the twins going through their first time exploring a paranormal assignment solo with her watching from the shadows, things should be fine.

“Let’s see, if I press this part of the wall here, it migh– AUGH WHY ARE THERE ARROWS?!”

Or maybe not.

“Gwen, Percy, you know I can only detect hidden things in a vague fashion with my radar. Also, I can only see whatever is on your cameras, so I wouldn’t have been able to know what exactly that trap is.”

“I noticed,” his son grouched, “Whatever, we got it disarmed.”

“More like you made it run out of ammo, Percy,” his daughter commented.

“I’d be more concerned if it activated a silent alarm,” he rose a brow, “Well, anyway. I don’t see anything else out of the ordinary. What’s your status, Elaine?”

“I’m fine. Someone’s definitely using this place as base, though, judging from the footprints and some trash found here. We may have to get the police involved if we find anything illegal.”

Arthur rose a brow and glanced at Vivian, who is asleep in the small custom made bed next to him in the van. He isn’t sure what to think about Elaine’s comment. Is she serious? One would think the that shot arrow aimed to kill was enough to want to call them.

“But seriously, jokes aside, we’re definitely getting police involved after this,” Elaine declared, “These traps are recent, and if a civilian entered this cave, they probably would’ve been killed, which can pretty much lead to murder.”

Arthur sighed, not bothering to argue with an amused smile. From the looks of it, the cave is being used by a person, and rigged it with traps to keep people from getting out. But that meant that whoever is using the cave, he or she has something to hide. What exactly, he doesn’t know.

“Hey… do you guys smell something?” Gwen asked as the screen with her icon shift downward suddenly, which Arthur realized is her shifting into a wolf, the sound of her sniffing the ground was picked up then, “Oh geez! What the heck is this?!”

He saw Percy’s screen shift downward as well, no doubt for Percy to smell it too as a fox/kitsune, “Ugh…! She’s right, it reeks! I can’t tell if it’s like a cleaner, or what! …Dad? I don’t feel so good.”

“Me, too… My head’s spinning…”

That’s concerning. Right as Arthur was about to say something, he heard Elaine give the twins the command head back to the cave entrance, then saw the icon marking Elaine’s position on the map sprint ahead. He turned to Elaine’s screen and saw her moving further ahead.

“Trap ahead.”

“I see it. The smell is getting even to me, so there’s no way I’m not letting them go through that without protection.”

“What about you, Elaine? Do you even have a respirator?”

“I have one that mainly stops dust from getting into my lungs. It won’t stop the smell of whatever this crap is, though. Just let me know when the kids return to you. I’m considering their training to be done for today.”

Arthur gave his word to Elaine, and within the next fifteen minutes, the twins returned to him by climbing into the van’s side door in their human forms. Once they were all safe inside, Arthur excused himself from Elaine to take a moment to hug his two children.

“Are you two okay?” He whispered, mindful of Vivian.

“I feel better now that I’ve had fresh air,” Gwen grumbled as she hugged him back, “I don’t wanna smell that again.”

“You’ve got that right,” Percy also returned the gesture of affection, “How’s Vivian, Dad?”

“Amazingly, she’s still asleep,” Arthur turned to the baby girl, who is still asleep in the small bed, “I didn’t have any trouble handling her at all while I was here.”

“Whenever any of us hold her, she always cries,” Percy sighed, “I don’t know how you do it.”

“You two were like that when you were babies, you know,” Arthur chuckled as he went to check on the little one, “You two almost always cried when Elaine or anyone else held you, so I had my hands full with the two of you. If it hadn’t been for your grandmother and Vivienne, I probably wouldn’t even have a moment’s peace or get anything done at Queens. Well, then again, you didn’t have your power at infancy, thank heavens.”

Gwen and Percy were silent when Arthur gently brushed the knuckles of his flesh hand against Vivian’s chest. As he felt her breathing, Vivian’s arms twitched before she moved to snuggle against his hand. Arthur then looked at the twins, both of whom where staring at Vivian’s sleeping figure. He didn’t know what exactly the twins were thinking, but what he did know is that they’re good siblings. Sure, they made some mistakes, such as forgetting to change her diaper or burp her after a feeding once or twice. But in the end, they do what they can.

“My knight, could you do me a little favor real quick?”

Smiling to himself, he slowly pulled away from Vivian’s hold and went back to the screens. The screen with Elaine’s icon still shows that the footage is being recorded.

“I’m back, Elaine. Have you found anything?”

“Yes, remember me saying that we need to get police involved? Well, I found that drug ring they’ve been chasing for months.”

“Wait, seriously?” Arthur gave an exasperated shrug in total disbelief, “In the one place they didn’t check?!”

“Yep, and also, the stuff the kids smelled was meth. I didn’t recognize it at first since I’m more used to smelling pot. Oh, and I found the source of the screaming woman our client heard. A good thing I sent the kids back, because we have a, uh… 10-64.”

Arthur’s fingers twitched inward, nearly closing his shrugged hands into fists.

“What does that even mean?” Percy asked.

“Was someone doing math equations in the kitchen…?”

Arthur could tell that Gwen has no idea what exactly Elaine is talking about. Probably a good thing that Percy doesn’t get it, either, since the two of them are too young to realize what Elaine discovered is actually pretty gruesome. Which meant that any further attempts for the job to go smoothly is now gone.

Again.

- - - - - - -

When Vivian became eighteen months old, Arthur and Elaine soon realized what kind of yokai form their third child has.

The family of five had gone on a walk through the downtown area of Cantabile to attend a music festival celebrating the Day of the Dead. There are various booths that sell various festival treats and merchandise, some booths sold arts and crafts made by individual people, and there were even some lottery booths. The lottery booths had small bingo ball cages full of small spheres of various colors, with the color determining the prize. Prizes that range from stickers to books and coupons to vouchers. Neat.

As the music played to honor the dead and departed, as Arthur held his second daughter in his arms, he noticed that Vivian started to reach out to something. He looked, and saw that it was one of the many bingo ball booths. Curious as to what had Vivian’s attention, he decided to check out the booth while Elaine and the twins were looking at another booth nearby.

Arthur read the list of prizes. The common white ball gives a sticker, the not so common blue ball gives a voucher for a free chicken sandwich at a locally owned restaurant, the rare red ball will result in a free meal for two from the same restaurant, while the only one gold ball within will win… Wait, is that right? Arthur rose a brow as he read the sign that showed the top prize.

“Baba! Baba!” Vivian tugged at his shirt and pointed at the bingo and babbled excitedly, “Tee! Tee!”

Arthur rose a brow while deciphering her words, but soon realized what she was trying to say. Shrugging to himself, he reached out to try his luck.

…Well, then.

Later that evening, once the family of five came home, Arthur went and showed Elaine, Gwen, and Percy exactly what he won at that one lotto booth and three others.

“Tickets to an MS Dubuc concert?! They’ve been sold out for weeks!” Percy gawked at the items in question.

“Forget only winning one, Daddy,” Gwen is also shocked, “How were you able to win four of them in four different booths?!”

“Crazy as it is, it only happened when I tried the ones Vivian pointed at,” Arthur raised Vivian slightly, the little girl clapping and giggling, to show his point, “When I tried the other booths that Vivian didn’t show interest in, I only got the last place prizes. I guess the ones she pointed out was just luck?”

“Luck…!” Elaine just barely stopped herself from doing a facepalm, “Of course, now it all makes sense! We’ve been having such good fortune happen to us ever since Vivian was born is because she’s a Zashiki-Warashi!”

“A Zashi-what?” Arthur rose a brow, as did the twins.

“Zashiki-Warashi. They’re yokai that are said to grant good fortune and great riches to the house they haunt. Assuming that the homeowner takes good care of them, that is. In short, they bring good luck in return for love and care. Their power isn’t always consistent, but all the sources mainly say is that they love pranks and play tricks. Teleportation is among some of the things they’re capable of doing when playing around. This also explains her long hair, because she’s always been in her other form.”

“Is that even possible for you?”

Elaine shook her head, “Not really, most of us can’t use our monster forms constantly. It tires us out.”

Arthur looked at Vivian, who is still grinning up at him. If she really is a Zashiki-Warashi, then all the good things that have been happening since she was born did make sense. Still, whether she had power or not, Vivian is a perfect little girl to him, and he’s determined to see to it that she grows up with all the love he could give her, just like he always had with Gwen and Percy.

Assuming I can live to see her reach that age. He thought bitterly for a brief moment before shoving the thought aside.

A few weeks later, the family of five made sure to enjoy the Dubuc concert to the fullest as a family. They were able to include Vivian because admission to those three and under were free.

- - - - - - -

…

Why? Why did this have to happen?

I thought that… if we just waited and talked…

None of this would have happened.

…

Where are you? It’s so cold…

I just want to say that I’m sorry.

Why aren’t you coming back?

…

What have you done?!

It’s too late! We can’t fix this!

After everything he did for us!

…

AND IT’S ALL!

YOUR!

FAULT!

…?!

Notes: Regarding Arthur’s arm, keep in mind that his current prosthetic has a covering that makes it look like a real arm. You can barely see the detail revealing it if you look closely.

MS Dubuc is actually a shout out to the Mystery Skulls band itself, run by Luis Dubuc. Alberto Rodgers is named after two people. “Alberto” being Luis’s middle name, while “Rodgers” is from Nile Rodgers, who has collaborated with Mystery Skulls a few times, notably for Magic and Number 1.

Because the Mystery Skulls in the Animated series is named after the band, I thought it would be fitting that, in-universe, Vivi named the team after a band she really liked. In context, Vivi named her Mystery Skulls team after MS Dubuc’s song “Mystery Skulls.” Do keep in mind that this “song” doesn’t actually exist in real life as of this writing.

So in Knights, MS Dubuc is a parallel of our world’s Mystery Skulls, and MS Dubuc wrote all the songs that Mystery Skulls released except for Ghost, which is something Lewis made in this world. If Lewis hadn’t made Ghost, Arthur wouldn’t know the chorus he uses as a lullaby, so I had to make that adjustment.

…What? You’re asking how Vivienne is still around? She had her daughters pretty early in her life, for one thing, and she hasn’t reached the age of ninety yet.

Part 11: Together…?

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