Author's note: Credit to @romancerealm for giving me a very good name idea for the son.
Dino carried his four-year-old son, Nathaniel, while his young daughter, Vasaria, who was named in honor of his mother, clung to her mother's leg. Together, the family made their way home after a leisurely stroll.
"Vasaria, don't cling to my leg because I don't want to lose balance and fall," the young mother, Victoria, requested.
Dino softly chuckled at his wife and picked up their daughter to carry her.
"Don't worry, I'm here to catch you both if that happens."
The man gave the woman a tender smile and kissed her rosy lips.
"Yuck! Mom and Dad are so cheesy!"
"Nathaniel, ssshhh! And Dino, not in front of the kids."
"Right, right, sorry," he chuckled with embarrassment.
Soon, the family arrived at their home. The father put both children down. Suddenly Vasaria ran to their backyard.
"Vasaria!!"
"Sweety, come back!!" Victoria called out to her, but the girl seemed to be having too much fun exploring the backyard and was completely ignoring her mother's warning.
The older brother, Nathaniel, looked back at her, chuckling at her adventurous spirit, while Dino sighed in defeat and shook his head, amused by his children's antics.
"Dad, I'm tired."
The father ruffled his son's soft hair and answered in a playful tone.
"I know, buddy. You're exhausted. Time for a well-deserved nap, huh?"
The child simply nodded, rubbing his artic-blue eyes.
"Nat, I'll lead you up. Dino, go after Vasaria.", Victoria ordered and took her son's hand.
"Sure thing, darling. I'll go find our princess.
With that, the angel man headed to the backyard while Victoria led their son upstairs to his room for a nap. Dino went to the backyard and called out to his daughter.
"Dearest Vasaria, where are you? It's time to come inside, sweetheart."
He scanned the surroundings, trying to spot her, walking around the yard and checking behind bushes and trees. Then, he noticed some trampled grass and dirt, indicating that she must have been here recently.
"Vasaria?"
He continued searching until he heard a faint giggle behind a tree.
"There you are", he muttered to himself and found the girl playing with her favorite blanket, unaware that she should be inside resting.
He smiled softly and kneeled to her level.
"Hey, what are you doing back here, little explorer?"
Vasaria looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. Then she smiled and continued playing with her blanket, barely acknowledging his question. Dino just chuckled at her innocence and gently took it away from her.
"I know you're having fun, but it's time to come inside. You need to rest, just like your brother."
The baby-girl pouted for a moment, clearly disappointed to have her fun interrupted.
"But... I want to play more!"
He couldn't help but be charmed by her adorable pouty expression, but he had to stay firm.
"I know, sweetheart, and you can play later. But right now, it's nap time. You need your rest, and so do Mommy and Daddy, okay? Your blanket can sleep with you."
She looked up at him with her big, pleading eyes, hoping he would change his mind but deep down, she knew she couldn't win against her father.
"Fine... But can I have a back ride, Daddy?"
He grinned at her stubbornness and relented.
"Sure, you can have a ride, but only this one time."
The angel gently lifted her up and placed her on his broad shoulders, above his white angel wings, holding her tiny legs firmly in place so she wouldn't fall. The daughter giggled excitedly as she was hoisted onto his shoulders, clearly enjoying the change of perspective. She gripped his head, holding onto his soft hair, and looked around.
"I can see everything from up here!"
"That's right, you have quite the view. But remember, not too tight on the hair, okay?", he laughed, enjoying her enthusiasm. Slowly, he started walking back towards the house, carrying his daughter on his shoulders effortlessly. They finally reached the house, and the little angel was having a blast up on her father's shoulders.
"This is the best! I'm the tallest person in the world!"
He chuckled at her excitement and carefully helped her down once they were inside. As they made their way towards the stairs, Nathaniel appeared in the hallway. He looked at his sister with a hint of jealousy and sarcastically said.
"Oh great, Vasaria gets a ride while I have to take a stupid nap. No fair!"
The father grinned at the sibling banter and responded in a playful tone.
"Well, you needed your beauty sleep. And Vasaria, she's smaller. Plus, she asked nicely. And don't forget, you're supposed to be the protective older brother."
The boy crossed his arms, pretending to be offended. Meanwhile, his sister stuck her tongue out at him, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Hmph, I guess that makes sense. But next time, I want a ride too!"
Dino chuckled at the response and ruffled his son's hair, knowing he was just being dramatic.
"Deal! Next time, it's your turn.", the father promised, which made the boy smile.
"Dino, get the kids to sleep.", his wife requested and started carrying their daughter.
"Of course, beloved."
He scooped up a tired-looking Nathaniel, who leaned his head on his father's shoulder. Together, the angel couple flew their way upstairs to the kids' bedrooms. They reached Vasaria's room first. Victoria gently lay her down on the bed, tucking her in. The girl snuggled under the covers, her eyelids already looking heavy.
"Good night, little princess."
She smiled sleepily, still holding onto her favorite blanket and whispered a good night to her parents. Then, she drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from her outdoor adventure. With the youngest family member settled, they moved to Nathaniel's room. Dino lay him down in his bed, and the son looked up at his father with a sleepy expression.
"Make sure you sleep well, buddy."
"Good night," the four-year-old mumbled before falling asleep.
With both children finally asleep, Dino left Nathaniel's room, closing the door behind him. The man found Victoria waiting outside, who gave him a look of relief. He went to her, took her hand in his and wrapped the other arm around her waist to pull her closer to him.
"They're both out like lights. Good parenting skills, we did well."
"We're a good team, darling."
"That we are. Thank y... Mmmhh?"
Suddenly, Dino captured her lips in a soft but intense kiss, his hands slipping under her white dress. His touch was gentle yet needy. His desire for her grew with each passing moment.
"Dino? The children...", she whispered beneath this kiss.
The angel pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling.
"You're right...We can't let them hear us, but...," he whispered while his hands still continued to roam.
"Dino, it's been a long time since we both... You know... Since we both had alone time. Sometimes I miss our youth and private moments, but don't get me wrong... I love having children with you. I just... I just want you, sweetheart. I need you. You have no idea how much Iâve missed this."
The man pulled his wife into their bedroom. His mouth found her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin.
"Me too, honey. We need to make it quick..."
"The kids..."
"I know, we have to be quiet."
He captured her lips in a soft yet fiercely intense kiss, his hands slipping carefully beneath the fabric of her white summer dress. His touch was tender but tinged with a desperate need, seeking connection. His desire for her intensified with each passing moment, fueling the urgency behind his actions. Lost in their shared passion, they became engulfed in another deep kiss, his tongue gently slipping into her mouth as his hands continued to explore the curves of her slender body, tracing her waist and the gentle slope of her hips. Slowly, he guided her backwards, his movements deliberate yet gentle, until her legs met the edge of the bed. With a tentative push, he lowered her onto the soft mattress, his strong body pressing down against hers, embodying both tenderness and longing, as their passion ignited anew.
"You're so beautiful.â
Dino leaned in and softly kissed along her jawline, his hands gently moving to unzip her dress. As the fabric slipped from her shoulders, he stepped back slightly to discard it onto the floor. She responded by freeing him from his trousers, unbuttoning and sliding them down his hips. His hands and lips explored her sides, tracing the gentle curves of her waist and hips, admiring her body.
"Oh Dino..."
His hands reached behind her, trembling slightly, as they touched the clasp of her delicate, lacy bra. With a gentle yet deliberate movement, he unclasped it, slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. As he pulled it away, his eyes involuntarily flickered across her bare, smooth chest, taking in the contours and softness of her skin. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat, resonating with a mixture of desire and awe.
"Victoria..."
Then the angel pushed her back onto the bed with his body settling against hers again. He continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth. His touch was gentle but urgent. As his mouth found her bare breasts, he devoured them softly as his tongue swirled all over her sensitive skin.
"Dino, don't stop. Mhhhh, I need..."
"Daaaadddd!!!! Moooommm!!"
The husband froze for a moment as his breath came in short gasps, resting his forehead against her chest and closed his eyes.
"The children..."
The man pulled away reluctantly, sitting up and running a hand through his long, dark-blond hair
"I guess we have to stop for nowâŚ", he spoke and looked down at her weak state, a mixture of disappointment and amusement on his face. He let out a small laugh as he buttoned up his shirt and zipped up his pants. He took a moment to collect himself, adjusting his clothes and running a hand through his hair. With one last glance at his tired wife, who lay out bare and exposed on the bed, his mind was still lingering about the previous intimate moment with his wife.
"Shall I get you dressed first before someone discovers you like this?"
"Yes, where is my bra?"
He looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her bare chest.
"Hmm... I don't know. Now I kind of like the view right now."
"Dinooooo!!!"
"Alright, fine," he chuckled.
He reluctantly pulled away and grabbed her pink bra from the floor. Stepping behind her, his hands gently guided her arms through the straps of her clothing piece. He could feel the heat of her body as he adjusted the garment with his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. Then he quickly helped slip her into her dress again.
"What a gentleman you are. Thank you, husbandy."
"You're welcome, my beautiful wife."
Then the man headed downstairs to the hallway where Nathaniel was sitting on the couch. The father walked over and ruffled the son's hair affectionately.
"What's up, son? Couldn't sleep?"
"Can I come upstairs? And yes, I can't sleep."
"I want to come too.", Vasaria cheered.
The father hesitated for a moment, knowing he and Victoria want to continue what they have started. But parental duty comes first.
"Of course. Your mother is just... very sleepy, so please don't ask too many questions. Let's be good and quiet, alright?"
The little angels flew after their father down the hallway and into the bedroom. Their mother was sitting on the bed, looking a bit tired. The children hurried over to the bed, scrambling up onto the mattress, surrounding their mother and hugging her tightly. Dino stood off to the side, watching the scene with a soft smile on his face. He felt a sense of relief and contentment seeing his little family together. They squirmed under their mother's kisses, giggling and squirming as they tried to escape her endearments.
"Mommy, stop. No kisses."
"Why not? Mommy loves you. Hey, Dino. Be a nice husband and sleep somewhere else tonight because my little babies will join me in bed," Victoria mischievously requested.
"Victoria, I'm exciled from my own bed? You can't be serious?", he responded with a grin.
The children giggled at their parents, enjoying the fun.
"Sorry, Dad. But you said that Mom's always the boss," the son chuckled.
"Kicked out of my own bed by my wife and kids. How could you? Well, I guess I'll be out on the couch then. All alone, while my wife and children get to enjoy the comfy bed."
"Sorry," the daughter apologized and felt really bad now since she's always been Daddyâs favorite.
"You're not supposed to choose your mom over me. You're supposed to be on my side, my angel daughter. You're my favorite, remember?"
The son piped up with his voice filled with mock seriousness
"Hey, Dad. Don't try to win us over with your favorite card. We're loyal to Mom tonight."
Victoria giggled and gave in, finally inviting her husband to bed. Even he couldn't help but laugh, stepping closer to the bed.
"Alright, alright. I'll join the cuddle pile."
Dino settled into the middle of the bed, wrapping his arms around his family. He could feel the warmth of their bodies against him, the softness of their skin, and the comfort of their presence.
"Dad, we were kidding. We would never exile you," the son answered and gave him a hug.
"Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I'd be sleeping on the couch, all alone.", he joked.
Then their daughter, Vasaria, innocently asked if her teddy bear could also join for a cuddle session.
Dino glanced down at the youngest family member, who was holding her teddy bear tightly behind her back.
"Of course, sweetie. Teddy can join too."
"Yippie!!!"
The father reached out to tuck Teddy in beside Vasaria, making sure the little bear was also comfortable.
"There you go. Now the whole family is here, including Teddy."
Then the man looked around at his family. Their faces were illuminated in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Feeling a sense of gratitude for this moment, for the love and warmth that surrounded him. He tightened his grip around his wife and kids, feeling their small bodies snuggled against him.
"You know, this is exactly where I want to be. Right here, with all of you."
As part of our Choices 10th Anniversary celebration, we are also having a secret pal exchange.
What it is:
If you chose to participate, you will be randomly matched with another fan in the fandom. You then create or commission something special for them based on their interests.
How to participate below the break
How to participate:
Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide your match on what they should create for you. (If you don't want to list 3, you can list what you're comfortable it) Reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation.
or, message me here @choicesfandomappreciation or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top picks
Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable character. If you have FCs you are welcome to list them as well.
If you want to participate but would rather not create for a particular user, feel free to message me privately and if you get that person, I'll re-spin the Wheel of Names. (no judgement)
Deadline to participate: July 29
What comes next:
On, or about, July 30, I will message you with your match and what they listed as their top 3 interests. [I use Wheel of Names to match users]
You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them between August 15-17.
You do NOT have to create for all 3 pairings, one is enough. The 3 is to give you a choice for what you're comfortable with!
It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match
Please tag this blog and #ChoicesASPE26 as well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.
If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out.
Alexis Clarissa Fontaine (fair skin, brown eyes, silvery-black hair, red lipstick) Ă Nik Ryder (blonde-haired, caucasian) - Nightbound âĽď¸
Kimberly Park (caucasian, ombre hair) Ă Damien Nazario (look prefered without beard) - Perfect Match đ
Kimberly Park (caucasian, ombre hair) Ă Hayden Young (caucasian, blue eyes, blond-haired) - Perfect Match đ
Jamie Lee (hispanic, loves summer, beach babe, surfer-girl, pink hair -> see MC on AME book 1 cover, that's her) Ă Adam McIntyre (caucasian, blond-haired -> see AME book 1 cover) - America's Most Eligiable
Astrid Parnassus (human, caucasian, blond-braided, blue-green eyes, his Rapunzel) Ă Mal Valori (her Flynn Rider) - BOLAS
Author's note: Recipe from my middle school which I already baked once. Template created with the Canva App.
"Hey, there and welcome to Kim's blog. Today I'm here with my cousin, Nadia and her boyfriend, Steve."
The young New Yorker was excitedly holding the selfie-camera of her phone towards her and the couple with her.
"Hey, Kim's cool followers", Nadia squeaked and waved with Steve at the viewers of her cousin's vlog. Then Kim turned her attention to herself and continued to speak to her o fans.
"Today this content will not be about fashion, vacation places or my photography. I thought of doing something different and trying something new. Starting today with the category food. Who doesn't love food, right? Last week I went with Damien to that new CafĂŠ downtown and woahhh... That New Yorker Cheesecake they served... Yummy!! Like I was in heaven. A true New Yorker Cheesecake, guys!!! You have to try."
"Oooohh, don't forget to mention the Dubai Chocolate Cake. I tasted it when I went there with Stevie and it was mindblowing. You have to try too, Kimmy.", Nadia recommended while pulling the camera more towards her, showing all three of them.
"Alright, now let's get started. Today the three of us will bake chocolate-chip cookies. We'll deliver you an easy recipe and you'll get to experience kitchen-expert Steve Tennyson live. Let's start!!"
Kim positioned her mobile phone camera to face them directly, ensuring viewers could get a clearer view of the kitchen workspace and their actions. The three of them first washed their hands thoroughly, using soap and warm water, in preparation for cooking. Nadia then took a baking sheet and carefully lined it with a piece of baking paper, smoothing it out to prevent wrinkles. Meanwhile, Steve opened the oven door to check the temperature, confirming it was preheated to exactly 180 degrees Celsius. Kim arranged all the ingredients neatly in front of her viewers and began explaining while pointing at them.
"For about 12 chocolate-chip cookies we need 100 grams of butter or margarine, 50 grams brown sugar, 50 grams white sugar, one egg, 175 grams plain flour, a half-teaspoon baking powder, a half-teaspoon vanilla essence and 175 grams of chocolate-chips. Or instead of chocolate chips, you can also cut a whole chocolate bar into small pieces."
After Kim presented the list of ingredients needed for the recipe, it was now Steve's turn to begin the preparation process. Nadia was assisting him by measuring and organizing the ingredients, ensuring everything was ready for baking. Throughout this, Kim was moderating the session, explaining the actions, overseeing the workflow and offering some guidance where necessary.
The man put the sugar and the butter (or margarine) into a large bowl and beat it briskly with a wooden spoon until it was soft and creamy. That took a while. In the meantime, Nadia broke an egg into a small bowl and beat it well.
"Nadia, stir in the vanilla essence, then add the mixture to the larger bowl in Steve's hand.", her cousin instructed her.
"Okay, dokay," she cheered enthusiastically, having finished her part and happily handed the mixture over to her boyfriend. He carefully sifted the flour and baking soda into the large mixing bowl, ensuring there were no lumps. Then, he gradually stirred the ingredients together with a large spoon until they formed a smooth, well-blended batter.
"As you can see, my dear followers, it looks very creamy and nice. I can't wait until it's finished."
"Me neither, Kim."
"Hey, in the meantime, here are some facts for you all and my followers about chocolate-chip cookies. Fact number 1, Chocolate chip cookies were invented by accident in 1938 by Ruth Wakefield at the Toll House Inn in Whitman, Massachusetts. Intending to bake chocolate cookies, she added chopped-up NestlĂŠ semi-sweet chocolate, expecting it to melt. Instead, the chunks held their shape, creating America's favorite treat."
"Best accident that ever happened.", Nadia Park giggled while eating some chocolate chips.
"Hey, another fact. Did you know that you can celebrate National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day every year on August 4? We should have made this video on that day, but never mind. And a third fact is that surveys consistently show that more than 50% of Americans consider the chocolate chip cookie to be their absolute favorite. And they are definitely my favorite cookies forever."
"Hey, why am I doing the work-stuff when you're just talking? I love to talk more."
"Sorry, dear cousin. Next time you get to talk more, Nad. Now what's next?", Kim asked as Steve was steering 100 grams of the chocolate chips into the larger bowl with its already creamy mixture.
"Now put a heaped teaspoon of the mixture on the baking sheet. Use up the rest of the mixture to make more cookies. Then flatten each cookie with the back of a fork or a big spoon."
The group of friends did everything by the recipe, baked the cookies for 10-15 minutes at 180 degrees until they were golden brown and slightly soft in the middle. Then the cookies were ready and out of the oven. Even if Nadia couldn't wait to taste them, they were still too hot and had to cool down.
Steve left the hot cookies for a few minutes, then used a spatula to lift them onto a wire rack.
"Let them cool, Nadia."
"But... Okay, fiiine.", she sighed, but was just as excited as Kim to finally taste them.â
Kimberly took a picture of the made cookies and had to post them on Pixelgram. They just looked so good. All thanks to their baker, Steve Tennyson who was also thankful for advertising him and his own bakery at the end of their video.
"Thanks for your time, my followers and friends. Stay tuned on Kim's blog for more. And enjoy baking your own cookies. Recipe's linked below. Thanks. And see you soon!", she said her goodbyes before closing the camera and enjoying their little creations with Nadia and Steve.
Alexis Clarissa Ryder, wife of a professional nighthunter and mother of two teenage children, was serving breakfast on a sunny Saturday morning. While she was preparing the black coffee for her husband, her 20-year-old son, Jason was playing with his cereal in the milk. And the youngest family member, Elissa, who was about 2 years younger than Jason, was deep in thought.
Nik Ryder leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a knowing smirk.
"Ah, young love. One dreams of a golden-crowned fae prince and the otherâs got their eye on a red-haired hunteress. Just promise me no enchanted duels or midnight stakeouts, yeah? Iâve got enough nightmares chasing real monsters.", the father teased his children who started to blush.
"Dad!!!"
"It's not like that. Mom, say something."
Alex rolled her eyes playfully.
"Oh, hush up, Nik. They are just teenagers having fun. And Jace, Ellie, finish your food. Hurry up."
At their mother's request, Jason stuffed the last of his chicken leg in his mouth, and Elissa just glanced up from her daydream.
"Alright, slow down there, champ. You're not eating a banquet. And Elissa quit mooning over your prince and focused on that plate.", Nik chuckled.
"Be nice, Nik. They're going through those... interesting teen years. And I'm sure Jason's just being his competitive self, just like someone we all know, hmm?"
"That's why you married me, am I right?"
"Nik, remember how we fell in love? Remember how we fell in love Nik? When I turned 25, you protected me from a deadly bloodwraith as a bodyguard."
The blonde-haired man turns to his wife with his silvery-blue eyes softening like moonlight on steel.
"How could I forget? But you were fearless, crazy and very stubborn. Such a wild beauty. I was supposed to be your bodyguard and ended up losing my heart instead. That one night, you looked at me like I was more than just a hunter in a long coat. And I realized..."
Alex smiled, her chocolate-brown eyes shimmering, remembering their past.
"Oh boy, here they go.", Jason cleared his throat, not wanting to hear any more details.
"Shush. Itâs sweet.", Elissa requested her brotherâs silence.
The mother ruffled her son's brown hair to tease him. He tried to duck away, grinning.
"Hey! Stop it, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore, you know?",
"Your mother still canât keep her hands off her little boy then."
"Mom!! Dad!!"
"Then who's that Claire you dislike?", the father asked curiously.
The boy stiffened at his father's question, trying to play coy.
"Claire? Oh, uh, she's just this hunter rival. Real annoying. Always bragging about her skills."
Nik raised an eyebrow, sharing a knowing glance with Alex.
"Uh-huh. And I suppose the fact she beat you in sparring last week had nothing to do with it?"
"She got lucky, Dad! Plus, her dagger was enchanted! Totally unfair! I can't believe she's Aunt Katherine chose her as her nighthunter student."
"Ooohhhh, sounds like someone's got a crush and doesnât want to admit it...", the young sister giggled into her drink.
"Shut up, El!" Jason snapped with a playful glare.
"Jason and Claire are sitting on a tree..."
"She's insufferable, okay? Dad, tell her!"
Nik crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Sorry, son. When does your face get that red over someone? Thatâs not hatred."
Alex burst out laughing as Jason groaned and flopped back in his chair.
"Traitors! All of you!"
"You're right, Jace. We should stop. Sorry.", the mother apologized to lift her son's mood, but the father couldn't stop. He laughed heartily, slapping a hand on the table.
"Enemies to Lovers. Oh, that would be a tale for the ages. The ultimate hunter rivalry turning into a love story?"
The boy groaned again, burying his face in his hands.
"You guys are so embarrassing. No wonder I avoid bringing my friends over."
Nik ruffled Jason's hair affectionately, still chuckling.
"Aww, we're just teasing you, buddy."
"Yeah, we don't want you to explode with all your secret emotions!", the sister teased.
"Oh yeah? And what about your prince, sister?"
Elissa blushed faintly, twirling a strand of her silvery-blonde hair around her finger.
"He's not mine... yet. But heâs noble, kind with golden eyes like starlight, and he plays the lyre like a dream. A true prince charming.", the girl described.
"Ugh, here we go. Next thing you know sheâll be writing poems in moonblood ink.", her older brother snorted.
"Ellie, just promise me he doesnât have a cursed kingdom or some ancient prophecy hanging over his head", the father spoke with worry.
"Nik, shhh. I know that prince in my royal circle. As I am the fae duchess of Lamrian, I know the royals and nobles well. And Crown Prince Sky of Crystaval is really kind, generous and good-hearted. No ugly fae tricks.", Alexis reassured Nik and Jason.
"Fine, fine. If you vouch for the guy, I'll hold my tongue."
"I still don't trust that fae and won't let him hurt my sister. He'd better be friendly like Uncle Garrus or just like Mom said. Or else..."
"Overprotective just like his father."
"Alex, I'm not overprotective. Besides, looks like our son's got enough on his plate with that annoying, dagger-wielding, totally-not-a-crush hunter girl.", Nik chuckled.
"Enough now, let's eat.", Jason commanded.
The family dug into the food, swapping different stories and laughing. Nik watched his family with a warmth in his silvery-blue eyes.
His wife caught his gaze and smiled warmly, reaching over to clasp his hand.
"I wouldn't trade this for anything."
The man gave her hand a soft squeeze, nodding in agreement.
"Me either. Even if the kids drive us insane sometimes."
The following day, Elissa spent time carefully preparing in her pink, cozy room for her secret rendezvous with the fae prince. She knew that if Jason discovered her now, he would undoubtedly ruin the special moment and spoil her mood. Her long, light-blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, the same as her fatherâs hair, accented by a few shimmering silver strands she had inherited from her mother, who was a half-fae. Elissa often wondered if there was some hidden magic or fae essence within her as well. Despite her curiosity, she couldn't perform magic, communicate with animals, or see through the glamour spell that her mother used. A spell supernatural beings used to hide their true identities from humans. She could only glimpse supernatural creatures if she wore a special charm, like her human father, Nik Ryder, had.
At last, the pink ribbon to tie her long hair, her personal trademark and with the right pink-white outfit, she was ready to meet her crush.
"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out! Be back soon!", she called and dashed out before her brother or father would stop her for questioning.
After about 10 minutes wandering around the bayou, she arrived in a secluded part of the woods. Surrounded by Mother Nature. Beautiful wildflowers were blooming. Little ladybugs, colorful butterflies and tiny birds filled the air with their singing as other animals were living peacefully. And it didnât take long until she discovered him.
"Sky, there you are," she exclaimed joyfully, her face lighting up as she rushed forward. She threw her arms around the young fae teenager, pulling him into a warm, appreciative embrace. He responded by gently pulling her closer, his expression tender. The young prince was strikingly handsome, with smooth pearl-white skin that seemed to glow softly in the light. His icy-blue eyes shone with a gentleness, reflecting a kind spirit, and his light-blonde hair added to his delicate, regal appearance.
"Lady Elissa...".
Tall trees around them rose like ancient pillars. Somewhere nearby, a stream murmured over smooth stones, its gentle song blended with the chorus of birds. The air was cool and fragrant with pine, moss, and wildflowers. The world felt like an enchanted place.
"Lady Elissa, you're the light of my life. My happiness. With you, everything feels just right. Finally some time with you.", he confessed. His accent sounded almost British.
"Please don't call me Lady Elissa, Sky."
"But you are royalty. The daughter of the Duchess of Lamrian. It's not in my nature to..."
"So? You allowed me not to address you by your title and now I want the same too, my Prince."
The fae's hand found hers. He kissed them and together they moved through the clearing in smooth, sweeping steps. They danced a waltz which felt less practiced than instinctive, as though the rhythm had always existed, waiting to be discovered. They circled one another, laughing softly as the cool breeze swirled around them.
"You're right, my Elissa. My apologies. No more titles among us. You're my Elissa and I'm your Sky."
"Then tell me, Sky... Why me? What did you see in me? A human with no pointy ears and no magic. Aren't there any other fae girls seeking your attention?"
"Since I saw you at your mother's ball in Lamrian, I couldn't take my eyes of your beauty. Your silvery-blonde hair, rosy lips, your bright eyes. Those two diffrent eye colors of your's, one blue and the other brown. Not only your beauty, but your kindness and generosity captivated my heart. I never met a girl like you."
After sharing moments of lively dancing and heartfelt laughter, they eventually parted ways, each carrying a heavy heart filled with bittersweet memories.
"Itâs time for me to return to my duties. I promise that we will reunite soon enough, Elissa."
"I'll miss you."
"I understand, my rose. I will make sure we meet soon again."
After a while, they parted ways, each heading toward their own destination. The young girl lingered for a moment, watching her beloved disappear from sight.
She walked at an unhurried pace, following a path she knew by heart. The bayou held countless memories for her family, but one story stood out above all the others. It was here, among the moss-draped trees and quiet waters, that her parents had shared their very first kiss. Her mother often spoke of that day with a fond smile, while her father would pretend to be embarrassed before eventually adding details of his own. Every bend in the trail seemed connected to one of their stories.
Lost in thought, she barely noticed how far she had wandered. Then a voice broke through the stillness.
"Elissa!!"
"Jace?"
"Ellie? What are you doing here, sis?", the brown-haired boy asked her with surprise who was standing next to a girl with scarlet-red hair and a dagger in her hand.
"Uh... Nothing. I was just walking by. Are you and Claire...?
"What??!! No, I wasn't expecting her. She just came out of nowhere. I was here first and now I'm leaving. Let's go, El.", the brother hissed and pulled his sister along towards their way home. Claire, the red-haired hunteress was just smirking at them as the siblings left. And then she left too.
"Elissa, what hell were you doing there alone? Something bad could have happened. It's too dangerous. If Dad finds out..."
"I'm fine and safe, don't worry. By the way, what were you doing here with her? A secret meeting?", she giggled.
"I'll hide all your pink ribbons if you tell anyone about it, El. And there's nothing between me and Claire going on. She's annoying.", he warned her.
The girl just rolled her eyes and smiled.
The Ryder siblings moved carefully along the narrow path through the bayou, their footsteps slow and deliberate. The ground beneath them was soft and waterlogged, causing their boots to sink slightly into the damp earth with each step. It didn't take long before they reached the city and finally made their way home. Climbing the stairs, they unlocked the door and stepped inside.
They were immediately greeted by their father, who was sitting at the kitchen table. He looked exhausted. It was clear that last night's hunt had been long and demanding. He glanced up as they entered, offering a weary smile that softened the fatigue etched across his face.
"Where did you go that early on a Saturday, kiddos?", he asked and ruffled his son's head which the child didnât like.
"Dad, you're ruining my hairstyle. Don't do it like Mom. Where is Mom actually?"
"Alexis got a meeting in Lamrian. So now I'm the boss here. Hope you guys didnât get in any trouble."
"Trouble? Of course not. Just went on a walk. Nothing else, Dad."
"That early on a weekend, kiddos?"
Before they could answer their father, there was a sudden knock on the sturdy wooden front door. As Nik approached and opened it, he was greeted by a group of teenagers who were acquaintances of his and his wife's close friends, as well as friends of Jason and Elissa. The first to step inside was a boy with chestnut-brown hair, a teenage werewolf in his human form, dressed casually in everyday clothes. His name was Caleb, a nephew of Cal Lowell. Following him were two twin sisters, Veronica and Lucy, both daughters of Vera Reimonenq and Luc. They embodied their mother's striking beauty, with dark, glossy curls framing their faces, sparkling eyes that seemed to hold secrets, and wearing fashionable dresses with vintage gloves that gave them an enchanting appearance.
"Good morning, Mr. Ryder. We're here to meet Jason and Elissa."
"Jace, Ellie, let's hang out together before my Wizard School starts tomorrow which will keep me busy with lessons. I want to become a good wizard just like my Dad.", Lucy suggested.
"You mean you're going to Pendergast, the School of Wizardy. So cool. And you, Veronica?", Elissa asked with curiosity.
"Mmmhh, I don't know... I would rather choose my mother's path and her beauty. Now let's go."
"Wait, did you guys invite Claire too?", Jason asked with curiosity which made Elissa raise her eyebrow.
"Why are you asking, dear brother?"
"It's not what you're thinking, El. Just wanting to make sure that annoying girl stays far away from me."
"But she's our friend too.", one of the twins informed.
"Well yours, but not mine. She's a rival. Now let's go before I decide to stay home with Dad."
The young nighthunter's attitude made Nik chuckle
"Really, hero? Go and have fun with your friends. And take care of my princess."
"Dad, I love it when you call me your princess.", Elissa confessed before planting a quick kiss on her father's cheek. She was his Princess and Jason was his Hero.
Caleb blushed deeply as he gazed at Elissa, her beauty leaving him momentarily captivated. Her overprotective brother, however, disapproved of his admiration, frowning with suspicion. Caleb wondered if he had developed a little crush, though Elissa was already confined in a secret relationship with the Crown Prince of a powerful fae kingdom. Their love story was nothing short of a true Royal Romance, filled with hidden glances and forbidden emotions. Meanwhile, the story of Jason unfolded in a different realm, an enemies-to-lovers romance with the brilliant huntress, Claire, teasing the possibility of an unexpected future for them both, full of tension, passion, and perhaps a hint of destiny.
As yesterday was âTwiyor Dayâ, and also @twiyorbase is celebrating Twiyor week, I wanted to do a piece that conveyed my biggest wish for them. Itâs not thought as a real wedding, but them playing with Anya, who asks them to make a happy ending for Bondman and princess honey, a âsappy romens scene like those Becky likesâ. She didnât count on her parents actually committing to it so deeply, with Loid completely smitten when he sees Yor as a âbrideâ.
Iâm a sap as Becky, Anya⌠I had to make this the sweetest thing.
Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?
If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?
I'm very sorry for answering this ask after 2 years, but now you're getting the answer as a mini-fanfiction. It took me a long time to get an idea and inspiration. I hope you like it.
Nighthunter Ă Family
Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)
Pairing: F!MCĂNikRyder (married)
Summary: Nik & Alexis Ryder have to visit their children's school for a teacher-parent meeting.
Author's note: Fanfic title inspired by SpyĂFamily (i only watched 3 episodes), because that male lead character reminded me of Nik Ryder from Choices, Nightbound.
It was the day of the parents' meeting at their children's school, an event that all parents anticipated with both anticipation and a desire to stay connected to their children's education. Nik sat quietly beside his wife, Alex. Their children, Jason and Elissa, sat close by, eager but respectful, their eyes occasionally flickering with curiosity. Both parents were dressed in professional attire suitable for such an occasion. Alex wore a light, crisp blouse tucked into a sleek black pencil skirt, complemented by matching black high heels that clicked softly on the tiled floor. Nik looked equally polished, sporting a neatly ironed shirt, paired with well-fitted black trousers and a classic black tie, giving him a composed and respectful appearance. This was the typical look of parents, well prepared for the eveningâs proceedings. They looked like 'very normal' parents.
"You look really great today, honey."
The young man touched his wife's long, bare legs and leaned over to whisper in her ear. As he wanted to plant a quick kiss, she moved a little away.
"Nik, the children...", she reminded him and blushed.
"Sorry, sorry, you're right. I just..."
The man smiled and turned his gaze towards the classroom door, where the teacher had just entered. The family stood up and shook the teacher's hand with respect.
"Good morning, we are the Ryder family, I'm Nik, this is my wife Alex and our children Jason and Elissa.", he introduced while noticing Alex adjusting Jason's collar and smiling warmly.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Ryder. And hello Jason and Elissa."
"Jason, stand up straight for your teacher, champ. And Elissa, remember what we practiced about eye contact?", Nik reminded them and was pleased about his wife's support.
"You have very friendly children, Mr. Ryder. Jason is always motivated to learn more. His grades are not bad, and he is very athletic. He even won last year's sports event the silver medal."
"Just silver.", Jason muttered, hoping to bring the golden medal home next time.
"And since little Elissa is also here, I so teach her class. I want to add that this girl always helps others and gets such excellent grades."
"We're so happy to hear.", Alexis answered.
Nik turned back to the teacher with a polite but guarded smile.
"So, how are they doing in class? Any... unusual behavior we should know about?"
His tone was casual, but there was subtle intensity in his silvery-blue eyes, the kind that suggested he was used to spotting things others miss. The teacher hesitated, glancing between the children and Nik's intense gaze.
"Well... They're really good children. Really. But now that you're asking... Jason did have an interesting show-and-tell last week about... mythical creature anatomy? And Elissa corrected my lesson on weaponry. Quite... detailed knowledge for their age", the teacher laughed nervously.
Alexis grip tightened slightly on her husband's hand with a silent 'I told you so' about their kids inheriting his niche expertise.
Nik pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We may need to have another talk about what's a 'normal' conversation."
"But Dad said knowing how to stake a vampire is practical life skills!", the eldest child, Jason piped up.
Nik coughed into his fist, fighting a smirk. Then he shot Alex an amused glance. Clearly, their family dinner table was a crash course in cryptozoology and monster hunting. Then he addressed the teacher with a charming smile.
"Our kids are definitely curious little ones. I hope they haven't been too much of a handful in class."
"Oh, nothing too disruptive. I don't want the principal to get involved."
"Principal?", Nik panicked at the teacher's words. It reminded him of his own childhood when his adoptive father, Elijah Ryder had to attend his school meetings because of the same reason. And Elijah was much stricter.
"It's just... They sometimes have this... unusual knowledge. Do you know where they get it all from?"
"Uhhh... Not from us. They should definitely stop watching too much TV, right?", Alex nervously giggled.
Nik quickly joined in, catching on to Alex's deflection tactics.
"Oh absolutely. Those kids nowadays with their weird cartoons. Must be watching too much... paranormal documentaries. I think getting the principal involved is just too much. We can handle this. We will take control of that. Anything else?"
The teacher nodded relieved.
"No, thatâs all for now. And there is really no need to get the principal involved since both aren't any troublemakers. Just keep an eye on their... creative storytelling. Theyâre bright kids, just... very unique."
"Weâll work on keeping their imaginations grounded.", the father assured while shooting Jason and Elissa a playful but firm look.
As they walked out, Jason tugged Nikâs sleeve.
"Dad, you promised to teach me how to spot a werewolf in human form today!"
"We are so banning the TV", Alex groaned.
Nik just grinned, ruffling Jasonâs hair.
"Later, champ. First, letâs get some ice cream. A very normal family activity."
"Unless the ice cream truck driver is a disguised ghoul.", the young daughter spoke and crossed her arms.
"I need coffee.", the mother muttered under her breath.
Nik Ryder wrapped an arm around Alex's shoulders, pulling her close as they walked to the car, his voice low and teasing.
"Come on, love. Admit it. Our kids are way more interesting than the ones who just talk about soccer and cartoons."
"Nik, they deserve a normal life. I told you."
"And not be aware of the dangers of the real world? And hide the truth? We live in New Orleans, honey. This place is a monster magnet. They could get into danger if we don't warn them. They're the children of a nighthunter and a fae duchess after all. Our children."
"Dad, can we get garlic ice cream? Just in case?", Jason shouted.
Nik burst out laughing while Alex rolled her eyes.
"That's my boy. Always prepared. But we'll get vanilla. Normal vanilla.", he answered his son and winked at his wife.
The youngest, Elissa skipped ahead, calling over her tiny shoulder.
"Daddy, I want chocolate ice cream. But I'm checking the vendor for fangs first!"
Alex shook her head but couldn't suppress a smile.
"I married into such a weird family."
"And you love every minute of it.", the blonde-haired man answered before kissing his wife's temple.
Alex sighed dramatically but leaned into Nik's side as they reached the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement.
"You're lucky you're cute, Ryder."
He grinned at her answer before opening the car door for her.
"And you're lucky our kids will never get kidnapped by monsters. They'd probably lecture their captors on proper containment spells."
As Jason and Elissa were already in the backseat debating the best way to trap a ghost, Alex buckled her seatbelt, shooting Nik a look.
"Nik Ryder, we are not turning this into a homeschool monster-hunting academy."
Nik started the engine, smirking.
"No promises here, darling."
The black car pulled away as the Ryder family's laughter mixed with another round of supernatural debate. Which was just another normal day for them. On the way to the ice cream shop, Nik's phone buzzed with an alert. The man parked his black SUV to the side and tapped the notification, scanning the message discreetly under Alex's watchful gaze. His brow furrowed as he read, the relaxed atmosphere in the car abruptly giving way to a subtle tension. He typed a quick reply before slipping the phone back into his pocket, trying to keep his expression neutral and continued driving. Alex noticed the change in his demeanor instantly. She kept her voice casual, trying not to alarm the kids.
"Everything okay, babe?"
Nik forced a smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, just... work stuff. There's just... something we might have to handle. Nothing to worry about."
"Nik, don't give me that 'nothing to worry about' talk. We're a team, remember? What's going on?"
He sighed, knowing better than to deflect now.
"You're right. Just promise me we'll talk about it later. Not around the kids."
The father shot another discreet glance at Elissa and Jason. Alex sensed the gravity in his words, her concern deepening. She nodded, understanding the delicacy of their conversation.
"Later.", she said quietly, knowing they need to keep this from the kids, at least for now. But the question hung in the air between them, unspoken yet heavy.
The rest of the drive passed in uneasy silence, the kids oblivious. Nikâs grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel. When they pulled up to the ice cream shop, he forced a lighter tone.
"Alright, team! Whoâs ready for normal ice cream with zero supernatural conspiracy theories?"
Jason groaned dramatically while Elissa narrowed her blue eyes at the shopâs neon sign, suspicious of its flickering. Alex grabbed Nikâs wrist before he unbuckled. Her voice low.
"Later means tonight, Ryder. We're not young anymore. We're parents now. And please no patrol delays."
He met her gaze, the unspoken understanding clear... Whateverâs coming, theyâll face it together. For now, he flashed her a roguish grin.
"Wouldnât dream of dodging your debrief, maâam."
As the kids bolted toward the shop, Nik lingered just a second longer, pressing a kiss to Alexâs knuckles. Like a silent vow.
Later that night, after the kids were tucked in with strict orders to stop monster-proofing their rooms, Nik leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. The playful facade from earlier was gone, replaced by the sharp focus of a Nighthunter on alert.
"So. There's been a spike in unusual activity downtown. Missing people that matched old patterns."
He met Alex's eyes with a dropping voice.
"The kind we haven't seen since... That case."
Alex's breath caught as she remembered that case all too well. It was years ago, when she and Nik weren't even parents. The scars on Nik's muscular shoulder from that night were proof enough.
"You think it's them again?"
Nik exhaled, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Worse. This isnât just feeding. Itâs a summoning. Heaven and Hell are also involved."
"Nik, how long do we have?"
"Not long. But weâve got one advantage"
"What?"
The nighthunter nodded toward the kidsâ room, where faint giggles suggested they were not sleeping.
"Alexis, those two little geniuses mightâve just cracked a translation on the Codex last week. And if their notes are right..."
The news made her groan, half-exasperated, half-impressed.
"Of course, our toddlers read demonic Latin for fun."
"Told you they were advanced. They're my children."
Then his expression sobered as he reached for his gear bag.
"Iâll scout tonight. You keep the home front secure. Just pretend itâs a normal bodyguard job if the kids ask."
His wife stepped close, gripping his jacket collar. Since becoming a parent, she has been increasingly concerned about Nik and has constantly hoped for his safe return to the family. She feared their beautiful, small family might fall apart, and worried about raising the children alone. Having grown up without a biological father, she was determined that her own children remain united with their own father. She also understood that Nik was unlikely to abandon his job, and that she also couldn't be separated due to her half-fae lineage. It was a part of who she was. Her identity. And Nik Ryder knew what she was thinking right now.
"Alex, look... I never thought to have such a beautiful family one day. It's the best gift ever and I'll fight for it. Adopting Jason was the right decision I ever made because I saw myself in him. It was my own decision and not yours. My will. I got adopted by Elijah Ryder. It made me realize that there's a possibility to do my job and take care of a child. Elijah was alone, but I have you. And every child deserved to be happy with a caring family.
"Nik, you never wanted..."
"Don't make me repeat again. That was me in my 20s. Careless. Young. But with you by my side... And after adopting Jason... Why not another one? And little Elissa happened. Your first pregnancy, my dear."
"Don't make me emotional, silly."
He kissed her fiercely, a promise and an apology in one. To stay safe, for her and for his children.
"I'll be home soon. Don't worry. Your fae magic and your love keep me safe."
Brian Baker was a simple man, a dreamer, dressed in an elegant winter coat, who walked cautiously through the icy palace halls of the Snow Queen. He had heard rumors of a cruel woman ruling these lands, but he didn't believe them... until now.
He spotted a slim, blonde-haired lady in a crystal-blue gown sitting on her throne of ice. Her expression was as cold as the frost crept up the windows. Brianâs heart pounded, not from fear alone, but from something else too. A strange pull toward someone so untouchable. And he finally dared to approach her.
"Your Majesty, I... I came to offer my assistance. If I may... This palace is breathtaking. Would you allow me to draw it? The architecture. The way the light reflects off your kingdom is unlike anything I've ever seen".
The man cautiously stepped forward, clutching a small sketchbook in his hands. His eyes darted around the grand, icy palace, its towering spires and shimmering windows like frozen jewels. Then his breath caught as he looked at her. Really looked. The Snow Queen wasn't just cold, she was ethereal. Her blonde hair flowed like liquid silver, and her eyes like shards of glacial ice, piercing yet mesmerizing. And without thinking, his fingers tightened around the sketchbook. He now wanted to capture her. Her and not just the palace now.
"Your Majesty, your beauty is... unforgiving."
"I'm Catherine, known as The Snow Queen. And you speak recklessly for one who has just entered my halls," she answered. Her voice was smooth as polished ice but sharp enough to cut. Yet... she didn't command him to leave. Didnât freeze him on the spot like so many others whoâve dared address her so boldly. The man noticed the shift in her expression. The faintest shadow of something human crossed her features before she turned away. It made his chest tighten.
"Your Majesty, I didnât mean to offend you. Only... Iâve never seen anyone so radiant."
The sketchbook felt heavy in his hands now, useless compared to the weight of whatever just passed between them.
"You better leave."
Brian swallowed hard at her answer. His throat dry. The dismissal stung more than it should but he wonât argue with a queen.
"Of course," he said quietly, bowing deeply before turning to leave.
As Bruan walked toward the palace doors, his shoulders were tense. He hadnât come here expecting kindness, but for that brief moment? He thought maybe... just maybe. He paused at the towering ice doors, his hand hovered over the handle. Against all reason, he turned back around and called out softly.
"Your Majesty, if I may... Was it something I said? Or..."
The massive ice doors slammed with a thud that echoed through the frozen courtyard. The artist stood there, alone in the sudden silence with his sketchbook pressed uselessly against his chest. A bitter wind howled around him. He did not go back to her. The Snow Queen had spoken and he was no longer welcome.
Catherine Hill sat on the edge of her enormous ice bed, staring blankly at the frozen wall across from her. That strangerâs words replayed in her mind. It shouldnât bother her. She wanted to be like this. Alone, unforgiving, cold, untouchable. So why did his sudden absence feel like a gap in the air? The young woman wrapped her arms around herself, a rare gesture of vulnerability. The curse had made her heart as hard as the ice that surrounded her, but even ice cracked under enough weight. Years of isolation pressed down on her all at once. A single tear slipped down, froze before it could reach her chin. Everything she touched turned to ice, so it was safer to avoid everyone. The Queen stared at her own hands, flexing her fingers slightly. The curse, a constant reminder that every touch brought coldness and distance. She had pushed everyone away long ago. Her family. Her friends. Her palace may be grand, but was also a gilded cage of solitude.
Her mind lingered on the strange man, the one who didnât flinch at her coldness. Who dared to call her beautiful. Most wouldâve avoided her, cowered or fled by now. But he⌠He looked at her like she was something worth seeing. A conflicted frown tugged at her lips. Maybe... just maybe she shouldâve let him stay.
Suddenly, the Queen felt pain. She pressed a hand to her chest where a heartbeat still existed beneath layers of ice and power. It ached, strangely like something frozen was thawing. She was feeling it. The pain wasnât physical, itâs deeper, a dull throb behind her ribs where emotions had been locked away for so long. She hated it. Hated that this stranger... this nobody managed to crack through years of ice with simple words. A sharp breath escaped her. The curse didnât just turn things to ice... It turned her cold too.
Queen Catherine reached for a small, ornate vial on her nightstand with pills she kept to numb the ache, the pain and feelings and swallowed them. The medicine did its work. The pain reduced as numbness spread through her like a second layer of ice. Her expression smoothed back into regal detachment. Good. This is how itâs supposed to be. The Snow Queen doesnât feel. She stood, straightening her crystal-blue gown, and walked to the window, staring out at the endless winter she commanded.
The temperature outside plummeted in response to her hardening heart. Snow began to fall faster, with the wind howling like a beast unleashed. Villagers huddled indoors, their breath fogging in the frigid air. The whole kingdom felt the shift, their queenâs sorrow turning into something darker. The colder she became the more others suffered too.
Brian Baker was already halfway down the palace road, feeling the sudden drop in the temperature. He glanced back at the icy spires. Was that his fault? A cold weight settled in his stomach. Maybe he shouldnât have come here at all.
The young man quickened his steps, pulling his coat tighter around him. The storm was brewing fast and unnaturally.
"Shouldâve just stuck to drawing landscapes..."
At home, Brian was greeted by his loyal dog, Sam. The animal bounded toward him the moment he stepped through the door, leaped up eagerly with tail wagging as he licked his owner's face in greeting. The man laughed. Finally something warm after that icy encounter and scooped Sam into a hug.
"Hey boy, missed you."
The dog nuzzled against his chest as nothing in the world could ever be wrong with this moment. Brianâs smile faded as a realization hit him... His sketchbook, filled with half-finished drawings of landscapes and that one uncompleted sketch of Catherine⌠was still in the palace. He forgot it there. A pang of frustration mixed with worry. Would she even let him return for it? Or had he just lost his art to a queen who likely didnât care? Sam whined, sensing his ownerâs sudden tension. But Brian made up his mind quickly. He couldn't just leave his sketchbook behind. Not with her drawings in it.
"C'mon, Sam," he called, grabbing a thick coat before heading back out into the worsening storm with his loyal companion by his side.
The walk was treacherous. Ice underfoot, wind howling, but Brian pressed on. The palace loomed just ahead like a frozen monument. And this time he wonât leave without whatâs his. Sam trotted faithfully beside his owner. The paws sank slightly into the snowy ground. The dog stayed close, a warm presence against the biting cold. And as they approached the palace hall, the man called out.
"Your Majesty, I left something here."
Then he froze in the throne room doorway as he discovered the beautiful Snow Queen was holding his sketchbook. Her fingers traced the edges of a half-finished drawing. The snowy beauty looked different like this. Not icy or distant, but curious. The moment she noticed him, she didnât react with anger, but slowly closed the book and held it out toward him.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to... I just... Your art is pretty."
Brianâs eyes flickered from the sketchbook to her face, surprised by her soft tone. He stepped forward cautiously.
"Th...Thank you, I didn't think you'd...", he hestitated before taking the book back with slightly shaky hands.
A beat of silence passed as Brian's dog sat obediently beside him, watching the Queen with quiet alertness. Catherine stiffened slightly as Sam approached her. The dog wasnât aggressive, just interested. And for someone who hadnât been near animals in years, she didnât pull away. Instead, after a hesitant pause, she tentatively reached out to let him sniff her hand. Then the dog wagged his tail clearly approving of this icy queen.
"Cute dog.", she giggled.
Her usually cold expression softened as Sam licked her hand gently. A tiny, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of her rosy lips.
"His fur is⌠very warm,", she murmured like noticing something for the first time. Like warmth. Brian was stunned. The Snow Queen just called his dog cute?
"And what's the name of this owner's dog?"
"I'm Brian. Brian Baker."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Catherine Hill and your drawings are⌠kind. Beautiful. But you haven't finished drawing me..."
"I was just starting when I left. Would you⌠Would you like me to finish it? If Your Majesty permits.", he nervously asked.
A part of him hoped she would agree, not just for the art, but to stay in her presence a little longer. The woman studied him for a long moment with her unreadable icy-blue eyes.
"You can stay if you want. And your cute dog."
Her Majesty turned slightly toward the throneâs side table, gesturing to an open space already expecting him to sketch right here in her presence. The man managed, stepping forward eagerly before remembering his manners. He quickly bowed first, then moved to the indicated spot. Sam plopped down nearby with a huff as if this was all perfectly normal for their day now. The artist carefully opened his sketchbook to a fresh page. His eyes traced Catherineâs features. The sharp elegance of her face, her arctic-blue eyes shimmering, the way her light-blonde hair caught the pale light from the ice windows.
He started sketching quietly, occasionally glancing up at her for reference. The throne room was silent except for Samâs occasional soft huff. A strange peace settled over them. Artist and subject in quiet understanding. Catherine noticed his occasional glances, held very still, almost like a statue. But there was no coldness in it this time, just cooperation. At one point, she even tilted her head slightly when Brian seemed to be studying the light on her rosy cheekbones.
Then the womanâs gaze drifted to Brian himself, who was now not just an artist, but a true person. She hadnât really looked at him before than now. Was he always that handsome? Looks cute when he's really concentrated. Heâs not just some stranger anymore. A sudden warmth crept up her neck. Unfamiliar. But the unfamiliar warmth in her chest clashed violently with the curseâs coldness. A sharp, twisting ache. She pressed a hand on her chest, eyes widening slightly. This wasnât that pain anymore, but something far more terrifying. Emotions? Brian was too absorbed in his drawing, to notice her distress at first. But when he finally glanced up, seeing the tension in her posture, he paused mid-stroke.
"Your Majesty?"
Sam lifted his head too, sensing something off. Catherineâs breath hitched as the pain flared again and this time worse. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her light-blue gown as she tried to steady herself. This wasnât just an emotional turmoil. The curse was reacting, fighting against something that was never meant to feel.
"Help..."
The plea slipped out before she could stop it. She never asked for help, but the pain was so overwhelming, a storm inside her chest. Brian was on his feet instantly, his sketchbook forgotten. She collapsed sideways off the throne, and her body went limp. Ice spread rapidly across the floor from where she landed. The young man rushed without thinking, caught her just before she hit the ground, lowering them both carefully to their knees.
"Stay with me."
"You should better leave..."
"No, not until youâre okay."
Gently, he supported her weight against his shoulder while reaching for a nearby blanket to warm her or at least ease the pain. Sam whined anxiously beside them.
"Please... Leave...", the young woman sobbed. A sound no one had ever heard from the Snow Queen. Tears froze instantly on her cheeks, but the pain was too much to bear. And it made his heart shatter. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a careful embrace. His body heat radiated against hers in an attempt to counter the chill.
"Shh⌠Iâve got you."
"No, no, no... Leave!!"
Catherine thrashed weakly in his arms, not from anger but agony. The curse and her rising emotions were tearing her apart. Her breathing was ragged, icy tears still streaming. And he held on tighter, refusing to let go despite the cold seeping into his own skin.
"My pills... I need my pills."
Brianâs eyes darted toward the side table where a small vial of medicine rested. Without releasing her, he stretched an arm out and handed her to them. She quickly took them from his hands and swallowed two pills at once and thought of taking a third. Brian's stomach dropped when he saw her reaching for a third. He gently but firmly caught her wrist before she could take it.
"Two might be enough. Letâs⌠letâs see how you feel first. Overdosing couldnât possibly help. It could only make things worse."
"No, I need it. Leave!!"
"Please, I canât watch you hurt yourself like this."
The artist didnât let go of her wrist by protecting her from herself even as she begged him to leave. Then his stomach twisted with the dawning realization... The pills. The way sheâs dependent on them and the sheer desperation in her voice. These pills werenât just medicine. They were drugs A sickening understanding hit him. The Snow Queen wasn't just cold, but addicted to numbing herself. The pain was killing her, not just physically, but emotionally too. And these pills were only trapping her in a cycle.
"You can't help me.", she hissed.
"But these pills are..."
"Leave!!"
"Try me."
"No!!"
"Where was the sweet girl I was just talking with and enjoying my art? Please. Let someone care about you for once. I care about you."
"Brian..."
Her voice cracked on his name like a fragile, broken sound. The ice in her eyes seemed to melt just slightly, revealing something human again beneath the cold.
"My Queen..."
"Brian, the curse made my heart turn to ice. Everything I touch turns to ice that's why I have to wear gloves. I bring the winter. I have to stay away from everyone. Please leave. You're safer that way."
His expression softened with heartbreak. Now it made sense. The gloves, the palaceâs eternal winter, why she pushed people away. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, ignoring how the touch sent icy crystals spiderwebbing across his skin.
"Huh? Brian?"
Her breath hitched at the kiss. It was so foreign, so warm despite her icy curse. The crystals on his skin shimmered like tiny stars. The man pulled back just enough to meet her crystal-blue eyes.
"I donât care about the curse, because I care about you."
The moment these words escaped his mouth and his lips met hers again, the curse shattered. Ice cracked across the throne room. Frost shattered like glass. Catherineâs frozen heart lurched as warmth flooded her chest. A true loveâs kiss. The only thing that could break such a frozen curse. She gasped as the cold melted, not just from her body, but from her soul. The curseâs grip shattered like thin ice under the spring sun.
Tears, warm human tears streamed down her face as she clutched her lover's shoulders. The winter outside began to recede too. Clouds parted for sunlight. And the Snow Queen lived again. She touched her chest in disbelief. The crushing weight of the curse was gone. No more numbness. No pain. No more ice spreading from her fingertips. The curse was finally broken.
"Brian, I⌠I feel no more pain. But I feel everything. Emotions!"
He gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing her rosy cheeks as if to confirm that sheâs real.
"I know. And Iâm never letting you go back to that cold.", he promised before they kissed another time. A kiss this time sweeter and no more ice between them.
"Brian, how can you already fall in love with me like this? The curse... And we just met... How?"
Catherineâs brow furrowed as logic warred with the truth. They did just meet⌠and yet.
"Sometimes, love doesnât need time. It just⌠Knows. Happens. And Iâve never wanted to draw someone so badly in my life."
"You made me fall in love with you."
"Really?"
A laugh escaped both. Filled with disbelief and joy. The curse was gone and now they were in love. The Artist and Snow Queen. The Snow Queenâs legend became a fairy tale of love that melted every cold.â
Brian Baker woke up finding himself stuck in a dark and abandoned warehouse, with his older brother in the same state. They were both bound tightly with their hands behind their backs. Completely trapped and unaware of what their captors had planned for them, despite their situation, Brian glared at Hodge from across the dimly lit room, his voice dripping with resentment as he hissed.
"Guess your shady business deals finally caught up with us, huh? Always expanding the family âfortuneâ your way. Now look where that got us. You got a plan to get us out of here, or are you too busy counting dirty money in your head, Hodge?"
The older man shifted uncomfortably in his restrained state, his face betraying a mix of anger and regret.
"I was just trying to salvage our family's legacy after his death. Meanwhile, you were off playing Mr. Artist."
"And look where that 'salvage' got us, big bro? Tied up and at the mercy of some goons. Real stroke of genius."
Their harsh exchange was abruptly cut short as they heard the sound of footsteps approaching outside the warehouse. The brothers fell silent. The rusty door swung open, flooding the space with bright light. In the doorway stood two burly men, their clothes stained and old scars covering their skin. They looked dangerous. The kidnappers stepped forward, brandishing handguns. Both brothers tensed up, instinctively shifting closer to each other as the gravity of the situation set in. This isn't just about their personal issues anymore. It's life and death now. The taller goon strided towards them, his steps slow and menacing.
"Well, well, looks like we've got us a pair of siblings. The infamous Baker Brothers, huh?"
Brian clenched his jaw, eyes flicking between the masked men, his mind racing. Hodge was unnervingly still beside him, calculating.
"What do you want?", Brian spit out.
The goon just laughed, crouching to eye level.
"Oh, nothing much. Just a little... 'chat' about your familyâs debts. And since Daddyâs not around... His baby boys get to pay up.", the man threatened them while he tapped the metal gun against his palm.
Hodge exhaled sharply, finally speaking, low and cold.
"Tell us who sent you. You're insane if you think I am going to hand over the family fortune."
The goons stepped closer, the barrel of his gun hovering inches from Brian's forehead.
"See, your father owed us. And debts like that... They don't just disappear."
"Let my younger brother go and name your price."
"Oh, we will. But first, let's see how loyal you both brothers really are."
The deafening BANG of the gunshot echoed.
"Brian!! Noooooo..."
But instead of flesh, the bullet was embedded in the concrete wall beside Brianâs head. A furious, guttural snarl tore through the warehouse as a blur of fur launched at the goonâs arm.
"Sam?!", Brianâs voice cracked in shock.
Brian's dog, Sam latched onto the gunmanâs wrist. The animal's teeth sank deep and the kidnapper howled in pain, dropping his weapon. The second goon staggered back just as Sam whirled around. Hodge seized the moment and rammed his shoulder into the distracted second thug, sending him crashing into a stack of crates.
"Sam, hold!!!", his owner screamed as he frantically worked his roped hands toward a jagged piece of metal on the floor. Sam tore the ropes easily releasing both brothers. Amidst the chaos and violence, the sound of Dominic's familiar voice broke through the pandemonium.
"Hodge, Brian! This way!"
Turning, the brothers discovered Dominic, Hodge's employee holding open a side door, an escape route in the shadows.
"Let's go!" Dominic yelled motioning urgently.
Brian's eyes widen as he spots his girlfriend, Catherine in the doorway beside Dominic. Fear and relief mingled on her face.
"Kitten?!"
"What is she doing here?!", Hodge muttered who was also caught off-guard.
But there was no time to waste. Dominic beckoned them again, more urgently now.
"Come on, before more goons arrive!"
"Catherine shouldn't be..."
"Brian, I'm not about to stand on the sidelines while you two are in danger. We go together.", she argued with her boyfriend as her ice-blue eyes blazed with determination. And the boys knew there was no time for arguments now.
All four escaped with Sam trotting protectively beside them. As they burst outside into the night, Dominic's car was parked nearby, in the shadows. They sprinted toward it.
"In, in, in!", Dominic hissed as he hopped into the driver's seat. The rest scrambled into the vehicle. Brian and Hodge were in the back, Sam was wedged between them, while Catherine took the passenger's seat. Instantly, the doors of the car slammed, and Dominic floored it. Tires screeched as the car took off. Hodge glanced out the rear window, checking the street.
"Anyone followinâ?"
"Not that I can see. For now."
There was silence except for racing breaths until Brian broke it, addressing his girlfriend.
"Kat, you shouldn't have come."
"You were in danger."
"I know that, but you could have been hurt. It was too dangerous. We could have handled this."
"Didn't look like that. Besides I was the one who figured out your disappearance first. And I wasn't going to just sit there, waiting and wondering."
"I know you were worried, but..."
"But what, Brian?"
"Great. The perfect time for a lover's spat.", Hodge commented and rolled his eyes.
Dominic cleared his throat awkwardly, keeping his blue eyes on the road but unable to resist interjecting.
"Uh... Maybe save the yelling for after weâre absolutely sure weâre not being tailed?"
Sam let out a soft whine and nudged Brianâs hand with his wet nose as if saying to relax and make peace. The dog owner exhaled sharply, fingers curling into Samâs fur. When he spoke again to her, his voice was quieter, rougher with worry.
"Catherine, just promise me you wonât do that again."
"Only if you promise not to get kidnapped, Mister Brian Baker."
Hodge snorted at her answer. Never mess up with Catherine Hill, The Snow Queen. Even Dominic cracked a smile. The tension in the car eased a little as the city lights blurred past the windows. After a while, the group arrived at Hodge's secret storage warehouse, an unassumingly grimy industrial building on the outskirts of the city. Brian cast a glance at his brother as they filed out of the car.
"You have a place like this and never thought to tell me?"
"It's not exactly a vacation home. More like an emergency hideout."
"This is like the Batcave. If Batman was addicted to collecting old TV sets...", Dominic noticed and whistled at the Baker's collection.
Sam trotted ahead, sniffing around curiously.
"Guys, listen... Until we can't figure out whoâs behind this and how deep the threat goes, Hodge and I will stay here. We can't risk your lives, either."
"Which means we start tracing our fatherâs old enemies. Someone with enough grudges and resources to come after us directly.", Hodge explained as he pulled out a burner phone from a hidden compartment.
Catherine crossed her arms, frowning. "Just hide indefinitely?"
Brian hesitated. Sam whined and nudged his hand again, as if sensing his conflict and then he answered. "No. We strategize first. Then we act."
"Agreed. But this time, we do it together, little brother."
"Great. More sibling bonding in a creepy warehouse. Not something I actually want to."
Then the younger brother, Brian caught his dog scratching his ear with a paw which made him smile. A momentary distraction from the tension. Hodge was already scrolling through the list on the burner phone, muttering something about too many enemies and too little time. Dominic glances around awkwardly before trying for humor.
"So... does this place have Wi-Fi, Hodge?"
"What part of 'emergency hideout' implied high-speed internet to you?"
"A man can dream."
"Okay, priorities first... Dominic, Sam and I make sure nobody follows us out of this hide-out. Then we figure out who wants you two dead."
"Agreed. But we also need to find out why now."
Sam, Brian's puppy, tired of the tension, plopped down with a dramatic thud and rolled onto his back, paws in the air demanding belly rubs.
"Be careful, boys.", she requested while rubbing the animal's fur.
Brian hugged Catherine tightly, taking a deep breath of her familiar scent.
"We will. I promise. No unnecessary risks."
Hodge watched them from a distance, arms crossed. Dominic clapped Brian's shoulder.
"We'll keep a low profile and check in soon. Be careful."
"Dom, take care of her."
"Of course. I won't let anything happen to her."
To calm his nerves, Catherine gave Brian a lingering hug and kissed him tenderly before speaking.
"You better come back to me, okay?"
"I will. I promise. Sam will look after you while I'm gone. Don't worry, we'll get through this, Kate."
They watched Catherine and Dominic disappear with the dog into the night. Brian exhaled sharply, turning back to his older brother.
"Alright, letâs dig into Dadâs old mess and figure out who wants us dead. The sooner we figure this out, the sooner our paths can divide again."
While the boys were hiding, Catherine was at Brian's home with his dog feeling much safer. Only until she found a mysterious letter attached at the front door which was saying:
You may have escaped but I'm coming for you to get revenge for what you and the brothers did to Ocean. This time, you're alone, and nobody will help you, precious lady. Be ready.
Catherine Hill entered a grand ballroom decorated for the charity event, hosted by her boyfriend's older brother and her former boss, Hodge Baker. It was located inside his Club, called Sirius. The room itself was large and had a high ceiling with an ornate chandelier hanging from it. The floor was covered in smooth marble, and along the walls were tall windows framed with lace curtains. In the center of the room was a raised stage where a band played soft music. Along the walls, tables and chairs had been set up for the guests. One wall had a buffet set up with all manner of food and drinks available. The other guests were dressed in formal dress wear, mingling among themselves, sipping champagne, and chatting. In one corner, a few couples were dancing the waltz to the music played by the band.
It was indeed a spectacular sight for the woman, but only if she knew that this event wasn't really a Charity Event at all, but only a disguise to cover up the older Baker's shady and illegal business deals.
The young woman was dressed in a form-fitting dark blue dress that hugged her hourglass figure. The dress with a low cut neckline, revealing a hint of cleavage had a slit that went up to her thighs, highlighting her long, shapely legs. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her face was covered with makeup.
Hodge Baker, the businessman, was dressed in a tailored black suit. He stood near the bar, chatting with a group of other businessmen. A glass of whiskey in one hand.
As Catherine approached, his dark eyes flickered with surprise and recognition before a smirk spread across his lips. He excused himself from the group and turned toward her.
"Well, well... if it isn't my dear brother's lovely Catherine. What brings you to one of my events? Brian certainly didn't come with you... unless he's hiding somewhere?"
He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze studying her with undisguised interest.
"Hodge, thanks for the invitation. I love supporting Charity Events", she thanked him, which surprised the man as he didn't remember inviting her.
"How noble of you. Though I doubt my brother shares your enthusiasm. He avoids my establishments like they're cursed", he answered her with humor while trying to figure out how she got invited to his illegal party. Then he remembered the night he was drunk in his office, daydreaming about her while making the guestlist of this occasion.
"What are you thinking?", she asked which pulled him away from his thoughts.
"Since you're here... Let's make sure you enjoy yourself properly. With or without my brother, you're my guest."
Hodge signaled to a server, who immediately approached with a fresh glass of champagne for her.
"Uhh... Thank you."
"After all, charity is all about... generosity."
The double meaning in his tone was unmistakable. Especially because this wasn't a charity event at all, but only a way to cover tonight's shady and illegal business deals. As Hodge passed her the glass of champagne, he lowered his voice, leaning in ever so slightly.
"You do know this isn't just a charity event, right?"
There was a glint in Hodge's eye, daring her to guess. The corners of his mouth twisted into a lopsided smirk, as if he were enjoying her ignorance. He took a small step closer, closing the distance by just a sliver while his gaze never left her.
The older Baker brother couldn't help but admire the way the dress accentuated her figure and how her hair framed her pretty face. The crush he harbored for her in secret was as strong as ever, maybe even more. If only she were his and not his brother's. What did she even see in Brian? His younger brother hated him already, he wanted to mend things with him, but if he ever found out that he harbored secret feelings for his girlfriend, he would never forgive him. Brian would hate him even more than before. Standing this close to her while she was unaware of his attraction. The businessman took another sip of whiskey, using it to keep himself from doing something reckless. Then again, he was a little drunk already.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft which surprised Catherine.
"Hodge, I..."
"Catherine!!"
Hodge's eyes narrowed when he heard Brian's voice behind him. His grip on the glass tightened briefly before he slowly turned his head to face his younger brother.
"Brother."
His tone was cool, betraying nothing of the jealousy and frustration brewing beneath the surface. He lifted the glass of whiskey to his mouth and took a long, measured sip. His deep gaze never left Brian.
"Brian, you came?", Catherine gasped.
Brian Baker walked over to them, his eyes briefly scanning Hodge. When he glanced at the glass of champagne in Catherine's hand, his expression wasn't entirely pleased.
"I came to keep an eye on things."
The younger Baker's tone was casual, but there was a warning. He stood slightly closer to Catherine, protective and almost possessive. Hodge noticed. While Catherine was too busy admiring her boyfriend's formal clothing style.
Brian was dressed in a sharp tailored suit. The material hugged his lean muscular frame in all the right places. The dark blue jacket, the white button-up shirt beneath it was crisp and wrinkle-free, showing his attention to detail. His chestnut-brown hair was combed back, revealing the sharp edge of his jaw. His expression was neutral, though his brown eyes never left Hodge, watching his every move. Then Catherine spoke again.
"I thought you wouldn't join.", she wondered.
Brian shifted his stance slightly, one hand slipping casually into his pocket as he kept his gaze steady on Hodge. His posture was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders.
"Plans change, my kitten. Especially when I hear my girlfriend's attending one of my brother's... events."
"Well, I'm glad you came. Let's have fun."
Brian relaxed a bit, the tension in his shoulders softening as he offered Catherine a slight smile. Despite his dislike for his brother's lifestyle, seeing her happy is what matters most to him.
"Of course. Anything for my girlfriend."
He glances at Hodge with a silent challenge, while resting his hand now on the small of her back.
Just then, one of the men Hodge was talking to earlier gestured for him, indicating that he was needed elsewhere. A barely contained scowl flickered across Hodge's face before he reigned in his annoyance. He downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass on the bar.
"Duty calls. Have fun, little brother."
His gaze lingered a moment on Catherine, giving them both a brief nod before retreating to attend to whatever shady business was waiting.
Brian exhaled quietly, watched Hodge walk away before turning his full attention to his girlfriend.
"Now that we have the place to ourselves to enjoy... Even if I still doubt my brother would do some charity work. I just want you to be happy."
His hand still rested gently on her back, and he nodded toward the dance floor where couples swayed to the music.
"Kat, care to dance with me, or would you rather inspect the buffet first?"
His tone was playful now, eyes warm. The tension from before was entirely gone.
"Let's dance, Brian."
Brian led his beautiful girlfriend toward the dance floor, his hand still on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd. They found an open spot, and he turned to face her, one hand gently took hers, while the other rested on her waist.
He began to lead her in a slow dance, his movements smooth and graceful. The music washed over them, soft and elegant, adding an air of intimacy. As they moved in sync, he drew her a little closer, close enough to catch a hint of her perfume.
"You look stunning," he whispered, his voice huskier than before.
"You look handsome. Glad you came so I could see you in a suit."
Brian's lips curved in a faint smile, appreciating her compliment. He tightened his hold on her waist, drawing her even closer, their bodies now nearly pressed against each other.
His gaze drifted down to her dress, the way the fabric clung to her figure, emphasizing her curves. He wetted his lips, visibly fighting the urge to lean in and taste her. Instead, he focused on the music, leading her through the steps.
"I'm glad I came, too," he whispered, his eyes flicked back to hers.
Summary: Catherine Hill, Brian Baker's girlfriend, his Kitten & a professional ice skater, known as The Snow Queen. A special woman like her deserves something special.
Word Count: 1.4K words
Rating: General (Fluff)
Warnings: none
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Brian Baker was carefully searching for a cat, examining the various animals in the shelter. It reminded him of that time when he picked up his best friend and dog, Sam. Now he was here to pick a cat for his kitten. A cat was the best suited for his girlfriend. That's why his Catherine was his kitten. When he finally found one that he really liked and knew his girlfriend, Catherine, would love, he took the animal with him.
At home, Brian gently held the tiny white cat, wrapping it in a soft blue blanket to keep it warm. Sam watched his owner, Brian with curious eyes as the man held a new guest.
"Donât worry, buddy," Brian whispered, scratching behind his ears. "Youâre still my ride-or-die. But just try to be cool when Catherine meets her own pet here."Â
The tiny cat sneezed adorably which made the man smile.
âSheâs perfect! White as fresh snow under moonlight⌠Just like Catherine, the Snow Queen herself."
Sam sniffed the new arrival cautiously. The snow-white cat meowed softly, batting the dog's nose with its tiny paw, and he licked her in return. That soft sight made the owner's heart melt.
As the evening darkened, Brian Baker heard Catherine's car pull into the driveway. Minutes passed until she finally entered.
"Brian? I'm home!", his girlfriend called out as she entered their penthouse while kicking off her shoes. The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped into the dimly lit living room, her ice-blue eyes instantly scanning for him. The boyfriend stood near the couch with the tiny car peeking up from the crook of his arm.Â
"Hey, Catherine... Someoneâs been waiting to meet you, my Kitten. White as a winter queen. Thought sheâd suit you⌠If you want her."
Catherine's face lit up like the sun, eyes wide. She rushed over and sank to her knees beside her boyfriend and the small creature in his arm.
"She's so beautiful, Brian."
Her voice was a hushed whisper as she reached a trembling hand to pet the animal's fur. It leaned into the touch, purring like a contented motorboat. Brian set the little fluffball on the floor and it immediately curled up in Catherine's lap, kneading the fabric of her jeans with her paws.
"Brian, you can't be serious?"
"Serious about which part exactly? That I knew this cat was a perfect addition, or that you look like some sort of⌠snow goddess right now, with her on your lap."
"Thanks, Brian. I love her!! You're the best."
The man grinned and ruffled his girlfriend's blonde hair before sitting next to her. His 3-year-old dog, Sam trotted over and flopped his head into Catherine's lap.
"Aww, Sam. My baby, I still love you. Donât forget that. You're the one who brought Brian and me together."
Sam's tail wagged joyfully against the floor. It was indeed true that Brian's puppy, Sam assisted in reuniting Catherine and Brian again when Brian once temporarily lost his memory following a car accident.
The white car had curled up into a perfect little snowball in Catherine's lap, purring away softly. It was a wonderful sight. Catherine cradled their new pet while Sam looked up at the couple with adoring eyes. For Brian, there was no place on earth right now he'd rather be than right here.
"Yâknow, Kat, I used to think Sam was the only living creature who could look at me like Iâm actually worth something. But then you came along, and suddenly Iâve got a best friend dog who judges me daily and somehow still sticks around, and a cute girlfriend who hugged my best friend while holding a literal snow-fluff kitty. Weirdest miracle ever. Best one too."
"Our little family is growing, Brian. But why the gift?"
"No real reason. I just saw her and she reminded me of you. Beautiful, gentle, graceful, and just a little bit mischievous. Plus, what better gift for a girl like you than a mini version of yourself to adore, my Kitten?"
Catherine crashed her rosy lips on his. Brian's grin widened as it always did when Catherine kissed him. Sometimes he could barely believe someone so kind, so beautiful, so damn perfect, chose a mess like him. The man gently pulled her onto his lap, so sheâs facing him with the cat still purring in her arms. He ran a hand through her blond hair, letting the silky strands slide through his fingers, and then rested his forehead against hers while Sam curled at our feet as a furry guardian, and the cat dozed in her arms.
"Look Kat, no grand reason for the cat. Just wanted to give my cute girlfriend something beautiful. To someone who made my world brighter."
"Thank you, Brian. You're the best. I love you."
"I love you too, my Kitten. Always."
The young couple sat there, wrapped in each other, with Sam and the new pet nearby. New pet? How will we name it?
"I will name the cat Elsa.", Catherine announced.
"Elsa, huh? Suits her. The Snow Queen herself."
The snow-white cat, which was now named Elsa, let out a little squeak, still dozing blissfully in Catherine's arms. The dog rested his head on his owner's knee. Brian scratched his fluffy ears as he smiled at his lover. And now the chaos was complete. Sam, the noble protector. Elsa, the delicate queen of fluff. And the lucky fools who got to love them both, Catherine Hill and Brian Baker.
He leaned in, kissed Catherineâs cheek and confirmed.
"Elsa it is."
Weeks have passed since Elsa joined the new family. Catherine and Brian were out for the night with friends, feeling ready and safer to leave Elsa and Sam for a few hours on their own devices.Â
Elsa, the cat, was curled up in her cat bed, twitching in her sleep like she was chasing imaginary mice when suddenly she was rudely awakened by a wet, slobbery feeling on her face. Her eyes went wide with indignant annoyance, and her ears flattened against her head. It was the puppy that stood over her. It gave her another sloppy lick to the top of her head, as if this were a completely normal greeting between species. The white cat narrowed her eyes at Sam. She tried to bat him away with a paw, but the dog dodged easily, his tongue still lolling out with enthusiasm. He clearly thought she wanted to play with him.
âUgh, youâre such a big baby! A pest! Canât you leave me alone for...â
Elsa was cut off as Sam shoved his nose right into her face, trying to sniff her again.
"Sam, must you be so... wet? I just groomed my fur!"
"But you're family now! And family gets love-licks! Also, you smell like tuna. Did you steal my treat?"
"I do no such thing. Iâm far too dignified for your greasy snacks. A queen must maintain her standards."
A few minutes later, Sam returned again to the cat and this time with a crumpled napkin in his mouth, his idea of a toy. He dropped it proudly at Elsaâs paws, sat back, and nudged it toward her with his nose.
 "You⌠want me to play with that? Itâs dirty!"
"Come on, fluffy sister, chase it! Bite it! Roll in it!:
With less interest the cat disdainfully flicked the napkin with a paw, causing it to flop. She then batted it once, then twice. Suddenly, she pounced in triumph, rolling on the floor as if fighting an invisible enemy with sudden enjoyment. It made Sam bark with pure joy. He was running circles around her, barking and wagging his tail like it was the best day ever.
The young nighthunter, Nik Ryder was sleeping soundly. His bare chest slowly rising and falling as his breathing was soft and calm. He was clearly deeply asleep, until a strange sound suddenly reached his ears, interrupting his peaceful slumber. He groaned softly, shifting slightly and lifting his head from his pillow to listen closely. Still half asleep, he suddenly heard a familiar sweet voice echoing in his mind. It was his girlfriend, Alexis, calling out to him through the telepathy link they shared. A gifted bound by The Fate. Despite his groggy state, a small smile played across his lips. He closed his eyes, focusing on the connection, and responded telepathically.
"Alex? Is that you, sweetheart?"
Then he tensed up as he picked up the sensations coming from Alex. He could feel the chill and darkness. Panic surged through him.
"Alex?! What's going on? Where are you? Are you alright?"
"Nik, I don't remember, I'm beeing held captured in... Uggh, my head..."
The young nighthunter tried to focus his mind, using the telepathy connection to sense her location, the scene and gather as much information as possible. According to her state, she wasn't able to tell where she was, but he still had to find her somehow. And fast. With a deep breath, he sent a strong mental message aimed at Alex, filled with concern and urgency.
"Alex, stay calm. I'm coming for you. Just tell me one thing. Are you hurt?"
"Nik, I..."
She stopped speaking as their connection broke, and she fainted.
Nik's entire body tensed with urgency, his instincts kicking in. He swiftly rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes and weapons. He quickly pulled on his gray shirt, put his black pants on, adjusted his long brown leather jacket and grabbed his black boots. Every second counted now as he prepared to set out.
"Alex, hang in there. I'm coming, rook."
With the Holy Light Crossbow slung across his back and the Blightblades strapped to his belt, the man dashed without hesitation. Whatever stood between him and Alex, it wouldn't survive long enough to regret it.
"Let me go! I will never marry you.", Nik's girlfriend, Alex shouted at the kidnapper.
"You will marry me, so I will become the ruler of Lamrian. And then, I'll get rid of you, dear.", the figure hissed while playing with the magical handcuffs she was forced into. They made sure that no fae magic could break them. She was a prisoner.
"No, I won't let this happen."
"Stubborn, aren't we? My servants did a great job in arranging a last-minute wedding. By the way, you look pretty in your new wedding dress."
"Get your filthy hands off my girl!", a powerful voice echoed in the hall. It belonged to a muscular, blond-haired man with silvery-blue eyes who burst through the chapel doors with a crossbow drawn. He fired a warning shot that shattered a stained glass window.
"Nik! I knew you'd come! You finally found me, love.", Alex whispered.
Nik Ryder, nighthunter and Alex's boyfriend was flipping his blightblades in each hand with style while his eyes were locked on the villain.
"Nobody forces my Alex into anything. Let's settle this like men. Unless you'd rather run now?", he demanded before he gave Alex a quick wink.
"But... but the ceremony is already...", the villain stammered.
"Oh good, then we can skip to the fun part where I kick your ass.", the hero cut him off as he cracked his knuckles.
Then he noticed his girlfriend struggling with the heavy wedding dress. The sight was so beautiful, but with the wrong groom by her side.
"Here, let me..."
With a single precise slash of one of his blightblades, he cut exactly some of the heavy fabric away while keeping her completely safe. She gasped as the heavy fabric fell away, leaving her in a much lighter and more comfortable mini dress.
"You always know just what I need!"
The young man grinned while twirling his blade.
"Dresses are overrated anyway. Nice high heels by the way. Now...", he spoke, extended a hand toward her while keeping his crossbow trained on the villain with his other hand.
"Shall we dance our way out of here, sweetheart? Ready to escape this place, rook?"
"Lead the way, my nighthunter. With you by my side, I'm ready for anything."
Nik turned back to the villain while still keeping an eye on Alex.
"Last chance to surrender, pal."
"Never!!"
Nik swept Alex into a dramatic dip as the villain charged toward them.
"Hold on tight, love..."
And in one fluid motion, he covered her while firing his crossbow backward without looking and successfully pinned the villain's sleeve to the wall.
"Show-off!", Alex called, got up, and positioned herself next to him now.
"For you? Always, rook.", he answered while spinning her under his arm.
Suddenly, more attackers appeared from behind to stop the couple from escaping. Nik pulled out twin blightblades and his playful grin now turned deadly serious.
"Stay behind me, beautiful. We're dancing our way home. One bloody waltz at a time."
In a blinding flash of holy light caused by his crossbow arrows, Nik effortlessly fended off numerous attackers without once looking in Alex's direction. The girl was awed by the display of his strength and power.
"Wow..."
As the dust settled, Nik turned to Alex with a playful smirk.
"Oh, I'm full of surprises.", he answered while scanning the area. He flicked blood off his blades and then began to break the enchanted handcuffs around her wrists.
"Still think bodyguarding is boring, rook?"
"I never said boring... Just a bit too dramatic?"
"Where's the fun in that? Besides... You're worth every bit of drama, rook.", he whispered, then stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of silvery-black hair behind her ear.
The young woman blushed as her savior and lover suddenly scooped her up bridal style. He grinned at her squeak of surprise.
"What? Thought we'd walk home after all that?"
With the wind rushing through their hair, Alex wrapped her arms around Nik's neck for support while the night skyline streaked by. He effortlessly landed rooftop to rooftop with each leap, never losing balance or breaking stride. Alex starts laughing uncontrollably.
"This is insane! You can't just... just... Woah!!!"
The man leaped into the air with a spin that ended with her dangling upside down, but before she could yell he caught her just in time so they're face to face. Holding her effortlessly, he gazed into her eyes with a teasing grin.
"Yes? Can't just what?"
She spluttered, flustered, as he righted her effortlessly.
"You can't just carry me around like a sack. It's... It's..."
"It's... what?"
"It's not fair. I want to show off too!"
"Okay, that's a fair point. Let's see you try, then."
He gently set her down, keeping a steadying hand on her waist.
"Fine, I'll show you. Watch this, Nik."
The woman took a couple of steps back, gathering speed, then leaped... only to trip just short of the next rooftop and fall flat on her face.
"Ow..."
He burst out laughing, tried hard to contain it as she dusted herself off. Her cheeks flushed from the embarrassing fall and his laughter.
"Damn, that... that was... You okay, rook?"
"You know, I actually meant to do that. And it worked."
"Uh-huh.... Riiiight. Sure you did."
Without warning, Nik suddenly scooped her up and tossed her into the air, only to catch her in a dramatic dip just before she hit the ground. His face inches away from hers while his blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
"That, rook. Now that was on purpose."
Alex's breath hitched as he pulled them both upright in one smooth motion. She playfully shoved his shoulder while still clinging to his leather jacket.
"You're ridiculous, Nik Ryder"
"And you're stuck with me, rook."
"But Nik, jokes aside. I'm... I'm so glad you saved me today. If you hadn't, then I..."
She turned serious, took his hand, and rested her head on his shoulder, hiding her worried look on his face.
"Alex, don't think about it. I'm here and you're safe now, that's what matters. I'll always be there for you.", he comforted her while stroking her hair.
There was no way anything or anyone would dare to harm her in his watch. Not with Nik Ryder.
Suddenly, unwanted guests appeared from the dark and surrounded the young couple on the roof of a building.
Immediately, Nik and Alex pressed their back against each other's and got into a defensive stance. Nik drew the crossbow from its holster and secretly gave her an extra dagger to use if she needed. The palms of his girlfriend, Alex started to buzz with fae magic. She wanted to fight beside him, but with her magic instead.
"We have visitors, Nik."
"They picked the wrong rooftop to crash our date night. Let's teach them a lesson. You ready?", he asked and grinned as he saw her magic flare up brighter.
"I'm ready, babe."
Back against the wall, the couple shot arrows, fought in combat, used magic, and more to fight off their opponents.
Nik just ducked a swinging blade and rolled to one knee, firing two rapid shots. Through the battle, he happened to move farther away from his partner. But they were winning.
"You holding up okay back there, rook?", he shouted before charging another shot.
"Nik, watch out!! Between us!"
The couple spun around in a perfect sync, daggers flashing as they carved through the enemy between them. The last foe dropped down.
"Up all night, got demons to fight. Remind me to take you somewhere less... stabby for our next date!"
"What date? But I'd love that, Nik. By the way, I really enjoyed our teamwork. I hate to be a damsel in distress sometimes, but I'm glad you always have my back."
"The way we move together... Almost like we were made to fight side by side.", the hunter remarked while wiping his blade clean on his jacket sleeve.
"If we were both the only ones in the world who could communicate through telepathy, then yes. We were always meant to be, Nik Ryder."
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Nik did not sleep that night. He had paced the hall in the apartment till his feet and his mind calmed down enough for him to stop panicking. He had been fearing this day for longer than he could remember. It didnât take long for him to accept that Elijah wasnât coming back. He realised it before the sun had risen. He realised it even before he heard the sirens outside.Â
They took him into the woods. He was unfamiliar with the way it looked in the morning. âThis is your life now,â Elijah would say to him, even as Nik protested against hunting in the darkness. Maybe thatâs what made him upset with everyone that day. They had waitedâ the world had waitedâ for the sun to rise. The people who came to take him had a different life. The people who could afford to wait did not understand. Cowards, he thought. Only cowards feared the night.
He had imagined this day a lot of times; Elijah would leave him alone, and he would have no one to rely on. Was he successful in teaching his son how to survive alone? Probably not.Â
Nik had cried, screamed, kicked or sometimes even broken some of his things to release his frustrations. He had never gone silent. He continued walking. Slowly, the leaves under his feet were turning from brown to red. He lifted his left foot to look under his shoeâ no stain. How long had it been?
He felt something on his shoulder. Probably a hand. He felt a gentle push and realised he had stopped. A few steps more and he felt the air stink. He didnât know whether to cover his nose or pinch his templesâa headache was slowly creeping up on him. He could hear a muffled voice near him. He heard someone say his fatherâs name. He looked past the yellow barriers and saw the shape of a man. The sunlight made everything clear and visible.Â
Why had they made him see Elijah? Why did he have to see what he had gone through before death finally had mercy on him? Why did they take so long to find him?
He stumbled on his feet. The light was starting to blind him.
Nik lifted his arm to his eyes, a frustrated groan leaving his throat. He mumbled a âStopâ. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Alex standing with her back to the window. She had lifted the curtains and was looking at him. Nik felt a strange sense of uneasiness.
âIvy called,â Alex said. Her voice made him less cranky. âShe has the items ready.â
He pulled himself to a sitting position with a sigh. He ran a hand over his face before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He couldnât remember the last time he had had a good nightâs sleep. It was either nightmares or his work. Sometimes, the line between the two was a blur.
âWhy are you up so early?â he asked with a croaked voice. It was probably a stupid question, because, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her lips curl in a smirk.
âI wake up when the morning comes, Ryder,â she said. âHowever, you sleep when it does.â She rested her body against the wall, her arms crossing on her chest.
Was that the reason she woke him up? To let him know she was better than him? That she could be cheerful enough to brighten his day even with a bloodwraith on her trail? Maybe people like her didnât take life seriously. They searched for the light at the end of the tunnel. People like him were told that the light was nothing but a mirage. They were meant to remain in the safety of darkness.Â
When he caught a second look at Alex, he realised that she had washed her hair. The silver strands of her ombre hair hung from her roots like clouds on a fullmoon night. They looped along the length of each other, forming waves that reached down to her mid-arm. He saw a water droplet drip from her wet hair onto her forearm before she wiped it with her thumb. Nik took it as a sign to look away.
Alex pushed away from the wall. âI donât wanna be the person who goes around telling you what to do,â she said, "but I think you should give this place a makeover.â
âI would rather shift to a better place,â Nik said.
âThen do that.â She gave him a small smile.
âNo.â He saw her roll her eyes. The corner of his lips curled up. She looked at him and smiled back. A week ago, he would have had a different reaction to that.
Nik should not be bothered by a flutter in his heart. But he was. His mind recalled the previous nightâ something he wanted to forget. He remembered the conversation he had with the ghost of his father. He remembered how quickly the present had become a memory. Elijah had left too soon. He did not give Nik a chance to bask in the bittersweet reunion or to carve the anatomy of his voice into his memory so that he would never forget it again. He had no time to trouble himself in piecing together fragments from his memory onto the canvas that was the emptiness on his blurred face.
But Nik had wanted to see him. Although not as an entity which spat words hiding behind the mask of humanity, pretending to have compassion while solely being nothing but another state of matter. He would still take it; at least he had come to visit him. What had made him remember Nik after all those years, he didnât know. He liked to think that Elijah hadnât forgotten him at all, and that he was waiting to meet where they had left off, just like he was. Some bonds lasted a lifetime. Others lived on as dust particles, coming to life when the light shined on them.Â
Yet something in him wasnât satisfied. He didnât want to think that this meeting had been useless. A small part of him hoped it wasnât their last meeting. There were more words unsaid, more feelings buried and waiting to be confessed.Â
A part of those feelings was about Alex; a large chunk that was impossible to ignore. They had eyes that could pierce him if he looked for longer than he dared. The truth was obvious and hard to digestâ he was scared. It made him laugh at himself. How would he show his face to Elijah if he knew that his son, a nighthunter, was afraid of something as fragile as vulnerability? Had his father known that too? Did he refrain from bringing it up to spare his son from hanging his head in embarrassment?
He knew one thingâ Elijah Ryder wanted his son to be fearless. He wanted his boy to chase monsters, not the other way around. He wanted him to be devoid of weaknesses. It made a hunter stronger and harder to defeat. Nik had seen with his own eyes how the same weakness that was consuming him had once almost broken Elijah. But Elijah Ryder would not fall; he was stronger than all of his demons combined. But what about Nik? He was not a hunter like his father. He was still the boy who got lost in the woods, running from his demons.
Nik Ryder was going to fail his father. He was going to fail himself. He was taught to  win his fights alone. But he didnât want to be alone in this fight against himself.
Besides, how could he ever push her away when she was looking at him like that?
He wasnât imagining it, he was sure. He had seen the same eyes looking at him with the same twinkle multiple times. It was mostly when he wasnât looking. But he was taught to see and feel without using much of his body. There he was again, scared to look her way. Had she noticed that he had been silent for too long? Was she going to ask him to share the thoughts that troubled him? He was sure he would rather push her away.
âYou are always thinking about something.â She finally spoke. She must have considered it for a while. âWanna talk about it?â
He let out a long sigh. He paused to think if the sigh had been rude. Did it make him seem like he was annoyed by her?Â
He shook his head, hoping it was a satisfactory answer. He did not want to look at her at that moment. He was afraid that he would see something dangerousâ the sparkle in her eyes, her upturned lips, the slight tilt of her head that was almost unnoticeableâ and would not be able to resist. God, if there was one, help him. Elijah, if he cared now, let him win this fight.
âSuit yourself.â She shrugged. She then took a short walk to the bedroom and came back just as quickly. âYou know, you could at least change the lightbulbs if not your apartment.â
âWhatâs wrong with the lights?â He asked.
âThey keep blinking nonstop. It's scary at night. Not that Iâm scared of the dark or anything.â
He cocked an eyebrow. âNo they donât?â
She shot him a look, as if he thought she was lying. âI donât care about your stupid apartment, or if you give it a makeover. But Iâm asking you to change the lights, please.â
He told her he found nothing wrong with his lights, to which she replied that she canât go in any of the rooms without the lights blinking at her, and that sometimes the hinges of the windows come loose which makes them shatter during heavy winds. She threatened that she would stay in a hotel from the next day if she lost another night of peaceful sleep; she knew he would not let her out of his sight.
âIâll change the lights,â he said. âBut I sure as hell donât know what youâre talking about.â
âWho were you talking to last night?â
âWhat?â Nik was caught by surprise. âUh, no⌠no one. Why?âÂ
âI thought I heard something. I didnât see you on the other couch.â
He flashed her a smirk. âWere you scared?â
Alex narrowed her eyes at him. âI am not a child. Besides⌠I knew you wouldnât just abandon me.â
He nodded. âI promised I would protect you, Alex. I would neverââ
âI think Iâll take a shower.â She interrupted him. He noticed a slight anger in the way she said it. âAnd please. Change the lights.âÂ
He watched her disappear into the bathroom. He was left to his thoughts again. He couldnât say he missed being alone in his apartment. He liked her company more than he ever let himself admit. He should probably think less about it. What he had to think more about was what Alex had told him just before. He was used to finding answers. He would never have thought that the answer would come to him on its own.
Author's note: This takes place at the end of Season 3 of OTI.
Finally, the day arrived when Catherine Hill was moving in with her boyfriend, Brian Baker, in his penthouse. A next step towards their relationship. The blonde-haired lady entered his home with two suitcases as he opened the front door for her.
"Hey, Brian.", she greeted with a smile.
The brown-haired man drew her closer, wrapping his strong arms around her slender body before stepping back to take her suitcases.
"Hey, Catherine. Let me help you with these suitcases, my kitten."
"Oh, you should. And there's more outside too. Many boxes for you to carry inside with your strong arms.", she giggled.
He laughed, amused by her request, and followed her outside to carry her things inside.
"You really know how to take advantage of a guy's good side, don't you?"
"You should help me since you're my boyfriend, Brian. Besides, I'll help you."
"Well, when you put it like that, I can't really say no can I?"
After hauling several of her belongings into the penthouse, he sank into the plush cushions of the sofa and took a deep breath. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. A scent of new beginnings filled the air.
"Well Kat, I must say this is quite the workout."
"Oh, we aren't finished yet. And don't forget the stuff lying in the hallway.", she reminded while carrying a box inside.
The man took a deep breath, stood up from the sofa, and confidently walked down the hallway to retrieve the remaining items.
Suddenly, Brian's dog, Sam, rushed away from the kitchen, running towards them and jumped on Catherine. The girl lost her balance and tumbled down the floor with Sam on top of her. Brian just laughed at the sight of his cute dog licking his girlfriend.
"Looks like Sam here just wanted to show his affection. He's happy to have me moving in with you, I guess."
"Of course, he would. Now he doesn't have to suffer you alone.", she joked and winked.
"I'm definitely that bad to be around!", the boyfriend chuckled.
He grabbed her hand, helped her up, and exchanged a soft kiss on her lips before letting go. As he was about to give her another kiss by leaning his mouth closer, Catherine placed a hand between them.
"Now who's gonna help me pick out all the fallen items when Sam jumped on me?"
Brian dramatically sighed, but also couldn't resist her cute look.
"Fine, fine. I'll help you pick up the rest of the stuff. But only because you're too beautiful to refuse."
"Thanks, babe. First work and later the kissing. I'll help you with the clean-up, so it'll get faster."
The young couple spent the next few hours unpacking boxes and putting away her things. Throughout the process, they chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company.
"Sorry for owning too much stuff. I already threw away the things I don't use or need, but..."
He laughed heartily, trying to take a break from constantly lifting boxes.
"Don't apologize, I'm happy to have more of your things around. It feels more like home with you here, my kitten."
"But where do I put all these things?.
The young man analyzed his penthouse, trying to find a spot for everything.
"Well, we could start by putting some of these boxes in one of the guest rooms above and some in the storage. At least until we find a better solution."
"Okay."
Together, they picked up all the boxes one by one and moved them to Brian's suggested places, taking care to neatly arrange them. After both finished, he turned to her.
"Hey, is there any specific place you'd like to put your personal items? Maybe on the nightstand, or the closet?"
"Well, the essentials. My outfits, bags and shoes in your closet if that's alright."
He agreed, flattered by her suggestion to put her belongings in his closet.
"Sure. My closet doesn't have much space left right now because I can already imagine the high amount of clothes you might own, but for now we'll have to make this one do until we buy a new, bigger closet for both of us to share."
"Sure. Oh, ummm... I don't think you have a make-up table where I can put my cosmetics and accessories in, right?"
"No, but that can easily be fixed. I'll make sure to get one for you, so you can have a proper place to put your makeup and accessories. My girl has the right to look pretty afterall."
Then the couple continued tidying up and unpacking while the 3-year-old dog, Sam curiously followed them around, occasionally trying to steal a little bit of their attention.
"Brian, can I put my trophies on your bookshelf? If that's alright.", she shyly asked.
"Sure, go ahead and put your trophies in my bookshelf. I'll make sure to arrange them so they look neat. After all, I want to show off your achievements. Everyone needs to know that my girlfriend is a champion."
After spending another few hours unpacking, both sat down on the sofa, exhausted. The boyfriend put his arm around the blonde-haired woman and pulled her close.
"It looks like we've done quite a lot, huh?"
"And there's still more left to do. We'll do the rest tomorrow.", she tiredly spoke before her stomach began to growl
Brian let out a tired sigh, but still found the strength to tease her a bit.
"Hungry? You sure know how to keep a guy busy, don't you? It seems like somebody's hungry and I'm too tired to cook."
"Aren't you hungry, Brian?"
"A little. But don't worry, I won't let you starve. Not on your first day in our new home, my kitten. Any dinner preference you have?"
"No, just don't put too much effort. You look exhausted like me, babe."
He gave her a tired smile and nod in agreement.
"You're right, let's keep it simple tonight. How about we order in? Pizza, Chinese, or something else you're in the mood for?"
"Pizza. You know which one."
Brian playfully rolled his brown eyes but couldn't help but smile at her choice.
"Of course, the classic choice. I'll put in the order, you just relax and take a break."
Brian dialed the number for their local pizza place and ordered Pizza Margherita for her and Pizza with Thuna for him. After hanging up, the guy rejoined his girlfriend in the living room. He sat down next to her, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her close, resting his chin carefully on her head and enjoying the comfortable silence and each other's company.
A little while later, they heard Sam barking as he entered the living room and approached them. Catherine rubbed the dog's head after it licked her hand as a sign of affection, which made the owner and his lady laugh.
"He must be excited about having you here. Finally some female attention in this manly penthouse."
The lovers laughed as Sam jumped up on the sofa, trying to make space for himself between them.
"Woah, Sam!!", she couldn't stop but giggle and softly stroked the animal's fur.
"He's being quite selfish, isn't he? Wants to hog all your attention."
"Stealing me from you, Brian.", she giggled.
"Are you snatching my girlfriend away with being cute, Sammy? That's not cool, boy.", he joked.
"Don't be jealous, Sam is cute. How can a girl resist him? He has me charmed."
"I think you're cuter, my kitten."
The man took her hand, held it high as she spun around gracefully before they pulled closer as they laughed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. He couldn't express how he was with her, how happy she made him, and that she was now with her. Having Catherine and Sam under one roof just felt right.
As the days passed, Catherine and Brian slowly settled in together. The penthouse, their home, felt even more alive now that she was now with him. Even Sam felt happier than ever to have both of his favorite humans around. Brian took a moment to scan his surroundings, taking in the sight of everything being in its place. It looked a little different now, more lived-in and cozy, a clear sign of both of their presences.
Then he walked over to his girlfriend, putting his arms around her waist, standing behind her and resting his chin on her bare shoulder.
"Our home, my kitten. It's definitely finished. You did a good job, I have to admit."
"Don't give me all the credit. You too. You did more than I did and I really like your artistic input."
He held her tighter, nuzzling his face into her neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always drove him crazy, making him want her even more.
"The best part is having you here with me. Now, everything feels complete."
A few days after Catherine finally moved in, Brian decided to host a dinner party at their penthouse to celebrate a new start with her. Their friends arrived, bringing gifts and good wishes. The atmosphere was filled with joy, laughter, and a sense that this was just the beginning of something wonderful. The night was filled with good food, great conversations, and an overall feeling of happiness and love.
"Hey, Tate, training next week, same time again?", Catherine asked her ice-skating partner.
"Definitely, Snow Queen. Same time, same spot. Looking forward to it."
Their best friend, Liz, appeared from behind, chuckled, and playfully ruffled Brian's hair, which made Catherine giggle.
"Hey! Liz, stop!!"
"Moving in with Catherine. You're full of surprises, Baker. Now I can keep an eye on you two and make sure you do not mess things up with Catherine."
"Hey, I promise I'll be on my best behavior. No messing things up here, I swear. Besides, I'd rather not end up on your bad side, Liz. I'll make sure to keep Catherine forever happy.", he chuckled before pulling his girlfriend closer to him for a hug.
