#zyair x trenton

[bearcaught]

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞ (From Trenton yes yes, no one messes with the dames of his children)

@ofwings-andclaws

zyair wasn't fragile, he didn't need protection - not usually & even now he would've been ..okay, probably. just some guys joking about something he'd said, which he assumed was something they did to others, too. zyair wasn't actually a traveler, but he still had gaps in his education, especially because the world he knew no longer existed. technology had been rare when he was a child, now it was everywhere - to just point out one big difference.

he hadn't noticed trenton in the store, hadn't even caught his scent for mysterious reasons, so when he stepped in with a growl rumbling in his chest, zyair couldn't help his heart from skipping a beat. he'd never had a protector before, had always been forced to be the strong one - the one to protect himself, or others (when he was a child). he remembered his childhood very, very faintly - no details, but he remembered being the oldest & his parents leaving him in his siblings' care often.

the two alphas that had picked on also didn't seem to have expected anybody to butt in, so both of them looked a little disgruntled & definitely unhappy. looks were exchanged between them, but both seemingly decided teasing wasn't worth the trouble. it wasn't. zyair didn't even care about what they might think.

"you've got to stop saying me. i'll owe you forever at this rate." he said with a little smile.

[bearcaught]

[ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

@ofwings-andclaws

zyair had been unbeaten for all of his life in the ring. they brought in weres double his size, his strength - had given them weapons to make the fight more interesting, but zyair had always come out on top, but ... it seemed like there was one person in this world who could challenge him & the result wouldn't be clear from the start.

that person was also his savior, which only added to the admiration he held for the other. ever since he found out that zyair was carrying his cub, trenton had been... there. sometimes. it wasn't constant, it wasn't like they were pack, or family, or lovers. but they met every now & then. after the cubs were born, he worried that would change, but it didn't. trenton met his son, zyair never even considered hiding him from his sire - or the other way around. he wanted trenton to be in his son's life. just like he did liam. they might not be mates, but they would always be part of his life.

& then some days they would spar. zyair had a few weeks to get back into shape before he'd work at the gym again & trenton had offered to help, but by now he felt like they'd likely keep this up even afterwards. it was good training for them both. today, trenton had the advantage, but zyair didn't mind.

hands pinned above his head, alpha towering over him - zyair didn't feel threatened at all. breathing a little harder from the effort up until now, he shot the other a soft smile. "got me."

[bearcaught]

"Is that my shirt?" (From Trenton)

when morning sickness came, it did so full-force & while zyair hadn't minded the company overnight - or ... everything else that happened last night between trenton & him, he needed to get out of the apartment for few minutes. still mostly naked from sleep, zyair had picked up whatever clothing he could find to throw over - his bottom half had been covered in shorts, so he didn't have to worry about that & he didn't really mind running around in only those, but with his belly growing he'd felt a little strange about his appearance.

he had been told it was the hormones. his body in uproar with the changes & he didn't really mind. he didn't realize he'd left the door swing open when he ran out, had likely woken the other who probably worried about his cub. as he should. zyair just needed fresh air sometimes to remind him he was free, still. trenton's shirt fit comfortably, despite his belly. zyair had never been exceptionally big in appearance - he'd had a leaner side to him, but no less fit than trenton was. well, not currently. but before.

"yes, i apologize. i didn't see which i picked. i'm sorry for waking you. i.. was unwell. it happens more often now." it wasn't trenton's problem, he wasn't sure why he told him. "it's normal, though. the cub's alright." little smile, sun shining on his face. warmth. he enjoyed it.

freedom.

[bearcaught]

Be Still - Trenton (bc I can)

Send “Be still” for my muse’s reaction to yours trailing a hand up their thigh and shirt. @ofwings-andclaws

zyair had ... news. mother nature had blessed him in the most unimaginable way. he never thought he'd see the day he left the pit in the first place, but here he was. him & liam.. the fates had smiled down upon him, he was sure of that. the traveler could've appeared anything, but he did in his own personal hell. liam gave him life when he thought it long lost.

they both saved him. zyair knew he owed them both more than his life. his debt to them he could never repay, the blood on his hands he could never wash off, but he knew he had to try. for the cubs. for liam. for trenton. for those who gave him a second chance at life when he least deserved it.

he'd told liam, had hoped to find understanding in the man's eyes & he did. they couldn't deny it was a miracle. the doctors in new haven have never heard of something like this happening, but it was proven to him. he'd seen with his own eyes the difference in the cubs. two cubs. two sires. zyair had only laid with one other alpha, so he knew who was the cause & he owed him an explanation. owed him the truth.

trenton... reading him was difficult even to zyair, who was used to reading his opponents, see their movements before they did. that & his close combat skills had ensured his survival, but with trenton.. he couldn't. so he had to rely on words. his weakest suit. but trenton's response when he told him was .. different from what he expected. one paw went to his belly, feeling it - silence the only noise between them. the other paw cupped his jaw, their eyes one.

"you're expecting my child. good. let me show some appreciation."

words hit deep, eyes fluttered shut, his body leaning into him as trenton's hand left his belly to grab at his thigh, squeeze - before letting it trail up underneath his shirt. he couldn't think of better sires for his cubs. fierce. strong. protective. bears. their cubs would thrive.