The rest of the year flew by without many accidents.
Sure, the bloody not-really-the-boy-who-lived was annoying as fu*k and his stupid-friends-who-acted-like-minions were just as annoying but they lived past it.
However, the occasional visits from their father were the best thing and Vlad seriously loved his father when the raven haired man accepted not only Ingrid's choice of a mate but also his own.
G*d his father was the greatest father in the history of great fathers.
Is he's making any sense?
Probably not, but he doesn't care.
His mate.
HIS.
He still couldn't believe it.
Fred loved him back.
Fred loved him.
Love not like.
He laughed quietly.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and a hot breath flew in his ear.
"What are you laughing at,my love?" Was whispered to his neck before a kiss followed.
Vlad sighed in content, he truly did loved the boy correctly kissing and sucking marks onto his skin.
"Nothing special..." He murmured, voice fading as lips were suddenly on his.
Lips he knew and loved.
He looked into beautiful brown eyes and felt pure bliss.
He couldn't wait to have this forever.
Annnd done
Me not own
Bye-biee
-WD
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