"I like to think that I've got determination,
and I'm fiercely protective of the people I love."
-Andrew Lincoln
***
As soon as they arrived at Lance's house, he yelled, "Dad, I'm home, and something has happened!"
As Max walked through the door leading from the kitchen, he said, "I was wondering where you were. Your father should be here in a few minutes. He said you were-" He stopped in his tracks when he saw the figure standing behind me. "Oh, Ian. I didn't see you there," he said casually.
The door opened behind them and Jayden stepped through. "Lance! Thank goodness you made it home!" He glanced at Ian and said, "Hi, Ian." As he walked past them, he patted Ian on the shoulder and ruffled Lance's hair. He stood next to Max and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Max, Jayden? What is going on? What are you doing here?" Ian asked, completely baffled. He turned to Lance for an explanation.
Lance chuckled before saying, "These are my parents." He held up his hand when Ian opened his mouth. "Before you say anything, yes, I have been with them my whole life, and no, I am not adopted." Lance thought about it for a second, then said, "Well, actually, I'm half adopted. Max isn't my actual father, but he officially is now, and I assume that means he actually signed adoption papers." He looked up at Ian, who seemed to be absorbing the information.
"Okay," Ian said slowly. "I get that, but why didn't I know about you?"
"Because we wanted to protect him," Papa said. Ian nodded.
"That makes sense," Ian said. He looked down at Lance and continued, "Lance is worthy of all the protection in the world."
Lance felt his heart flutter, and smiled up at him. Ian grinned back and gave him a huge hug, lifting him off the floor in the process. He carried Lance into the living room with Jayden and Max following them. He put Lance down on the couch, and sat next to him.
"Does my father know about this?" Ian asked.
"He does. The Alpha told him, your mother, and the heads of the Council," Jayden replied.
Ian looked hurt. "My dad never keeps things from me," he said quietly. Lance scooted closer and took his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it soothingly.
They all sat in silence for a while before Lance broke the silence. "So, I have some news."
"Please tell me you're not pregnant," Max said. "I am not ready to be a grandpa."
Lance laughed and said, "Of course I'm not. This is actually more serious."
Max and Jayden leaned forward a bit. Lance looked at Ian for a brief moment and saw him smiling encouragingly at him, knowing all too well that what Lance was going to say would change everything.
Lance looked Jayden in the eye, took a deep breath, and said, "We were attacked."
***
Not surprisingly, Jayden freaked out. He doesn't look like the type to get upset easily, you know, with the wide shoulders, muscular body, and 6'5" height, but he's just a giant teddy bear.
Jayden grabbed Lance and wouldn't let go for three hours, even when the four sat down to eat. The only thing that got him to let go was Ian telling him that he would stay and protect Lance that night, although Max did tell them to keep the door open. By then, Lance was almost falling asleep sitting up, so Ian carried him up to his room.
Lance pulled off his jeans and threw them in the corner of the room, putting on his favorite pajama pants instead. Ian took off his own jeans and replaced them with the sweatpants Jayden had lent him.
Lance slid underneath the covers and Ian climbed in next to him. Ian pulled Lance to his chest and Lance snuggled closer, enjoying the heat that radiated off him.
"I suppose you know about mates, and know that you're mine, right?" Ian asked. Lance nodded and he continued, "So, is it safe to assume that I can call you my boyfriend?"
Lance grinned and looked up at him. "Only if I can call you the same thing."
"You bet you can," he replied, pulling Lance even closer. Ian's warmth engulfed him, and they drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces.
***
Sunlight hit Lance's face, waking him from an amazing dream about wolves and cupcakes. He shifted and found himself staring at Ian. Lance clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
Ian was sprawled out on his back with his mouth wide open and one arm was twisted behind his head. Sometime during the night, he had lost his shirt, and it was laying on the other side of the room.
He stirred, and opened his baby blue eyes. Yawning, he sat up and stretched, giving Lance an amazing view of his muscles. "Hey, Pip," he said.
"Pip? Where did that come from?" Lance asked, a bit amused. Ian got out of bed and stood in front of him.
"It's short for Pipsqueak," he said. "I thought it was appropriate since you're so short." He turned and walked over to retrieve his shirt and jeans. Lance's jaw dropped, and not just because Ian called him short.
Across Ian's shoulders was an intricate tattoo of spread wings, and if Lance didn't know better, he would think they were real. He thought back to the day before, when he was pulled back from being hit with the arrow.
Maybe they are real.
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I am so sorry for the delay! I got busy with end of the school year stuff, and then I got ideas for other stories and started writing those, and, yeah. Sorry.
Did you like the fluff?
Do you like Lance's new nickname?
What do you think about the wings? Are they real or not?
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Stay sparkling my friends!
-Star
Rewritten 1/5/19
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Fantasía(Yes, I know the title is terrible.) The leaders of the Silver Blood Pack are about to pass their titles to their children, but only when the kids find their mates. The problem is, they can't find them. Until, that is, children start going missing. ...
