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A collection of Pur y Bay One-Shots, some of which are continuations of each other. I can publish NSFW, beautiful moments between characters or eve...
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The weeks seemed to blur together as Pur fell into a routine. Every day after work, he would go straight to Bay’s house, where Bucky would greet him with open arms, and Bay, though still guarded, allowed him to stay for dinner. Pur’s hope that they could be a family again never wavered. He was patient, waiting for Bay to let him back into his heart.
But then, everything changed.
It was a Friday afternoon when Bay received the call that no parent ever wants to hear. The school informed him that Bucky had been picked up by someone who wasn’t on the approved list. Panic set in immediately. Bay’s heart raced, his hands trembling as he tried to make sense of the situation. How could this happen? Where was his son?
Pur had just left work when his phone rang. The moment he heard Bay’s frantic voice on the other end, his heart sank. “Pur, Bucky… someone took Bucky from school. I don’t know where he is!” Bay’s voice cracked with fear, and Pur could hear the tears he was desperately trying to hold back.
“I’m coming right now,” Pur said firmly, already turning his car around. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. But there was no time to dwell on fear—he had to find his son.
When Pur arrived at Bay’s house, he found Bay pacing back and forth, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror. Pur pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close. “We’re going to find him, Bay. I promise you, we’re going to get Bucky back.”
Bay nodded against Pur’s chest, his fingers clutching Pur’s shirt as if holding on for dear life. “How could this happen, Pur? How could someone take him?”
“We’ll figure it out,” Pur said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “But first, we need to let the police know. They can help us track him down.”
After contacting the authorities and giving them all the information they could, Pur and Bay were left with nothing to do but wait. The hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Bay was beside himself with worry, his mind spiraling into dark places as he imagined all the terrible things that could be happening to his son.
Pur stayed close to Bay, never leaving his side. He knew how fragile Bay was in this moment, and he refused to let him go through this alone. Every time Bay’s hands started to shake or his breathing grew rapid, Pur was there, holding him, whispering reassurances that they would find Bucky.
Late that night, Pur’s phone rang. It was the police. They had found Bucky. He was safe.
Pur could hardly believe it as he relayed the news to Bay. The relief that washed over them both was overwhelming, and they clung to each other, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces.
When they arrived at the station, Bucky ran into Bay’s arms, sobbing into his shoulder. “Mommy, I was so scared!” he cried, his little body trembling.
Bay held him tightly, kissing the top of his head repeatedly. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here. You’re safe now.”
Pur watched them, his heart swelling with love and relief. He knelt down beside them, reaching out to gently stroke Bucky’s hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay, buddy,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Bucky looked up at Pur, his tear-streaked face breaking into a small, shaky smile. “Daddy, you found me…”
“Of course, I did,” Pur said softly, his eyes meeting Bay’s over Bucky’s head. “We’ll always find you, no matter what.”
As they drove back home, Bucky nestled safely in the backseat, Bay reached out and took Pur’s hand. For the first time in what felt like forever, Bay let his guard down, allowing himself to lean on Pur. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the car engine.
Pur squeezed Bay’s hand, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ll always be here for you, Bay. For both of you. No matter what.”
And in that moment, as they drove through the quiet streets, the distance between them seemed to shrink just a little bit more.
Pur's dedication to Bucky became a cornerstone of their lives. Every morning, he would pick Bucky up, the little boy excitedly chatting about what he planned to do at school that day. And every afternoon, Pur would be there, waiting to take him home. This routine slowly began to mend the fractured trust between Pur and Bay.
Bay, seeing Pur’s consistent efforts and the joy it brought to Bucky, felt a warmth grow in his heart. The resentment and fear that had once clouded his feelings started to fade, replaced by a cautious hope. As time passed, they began spending more time together as a family—trips to the park, movie nights at home, and weekend outings that filled their lives with laughter and shared memories.
Then, one evening, Bay made a decision that had been quietly brewing in his heart. He wanted to try again, to see if there was still a chance for them to rebuild what they had lost. He called his parents, asking if they could watch Bucky for the night, and they happily agreed. Bay then called Pur, his voice a little shaky but determined. “Pur, I’d like to go out with you tonight. Just the two of us.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Pur’s voice, filled with cautious excitement. “I’d love that, Bay. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
When the time came, Pur arrived dressed in a sharp suit, his usual casual demeanor replaced with an air of seriousness that made Bay smile. Bay had put extra care into his appearance too, wearing a sleek outfit that made Pur’s breath catch when he saw him.
They drove to a fancy restaurant, one that they had always talked about going to but never had the chance before. The ambiance was perfect—low lighting, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made the night feel special.
Over dinner, they talked about everything and nothing at all, just enjoying each other’s company. The conversation flowed easily, the awkwardness that had been present in their previous interactions now gone. They laughed, reminiscing about the old times and sharing stories about Bucky, who had become the center of both their lives.
After dinner, they returned to Pur’s house. As they walked through the door, memories of the nights they had spent together before the separation came rushing back. The house felt familiar and comforting, filled with echoes of their love.
Bay looked around, his heart swelling with nostalgia and a renewed sense of hope. “I remember how we used to stay up late, just talking or watching movies,” he said softly, his eyes meeting Pur’s.
Pur nodded, stepping closer to Bay. “I miss those nights, Bay. I miss having you here.”
Bay took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Pur’s presence next to him. He reached out, taking Pur’s hand in his. “I’ve been thinking… maybe we could have those nights again. Maybe we could try, for real this time.”
Pur’s eyes searched Bay’s, a mix of surprise and joy lighting up his face. “Are you sure, Bay?”
Bay nodded, his voice firm. “I’m sure. I want to try again. I want us to be a family.”
Without another word, Pur pulled Bay into his arms, holding him tightly. The embrace was filled with all the love and longing they had kept bottled up for so long. As they stood there, holding each other, it felt like the beginning of something new—a second chance to build the life they both wanted, together.
That night, as they lay in each other’s arms, the past seemed to slip away, leaving only the promise of the future. A future where they could be a family again, where Bucky would grow up surrounded by the love of both his parents. And for the first time in a long time, Bay felt at peace, knowing that this time, they would get it right.
