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officialgomezaddams · 3 years

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Cabin House

if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk

She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one.

They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off.

Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else.

A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot.

It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.

It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.

“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny.

He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with.

“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing.

“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”

It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’

The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings.

“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together.

“Isn’t that against your rules?”

“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle.

“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”

Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan.

As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head.

She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes.

They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’

“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies.

“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh.

“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.

“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless.

“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin.

He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”

“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms.

“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom.

“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”

“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?”

“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”

“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper.

“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide.

“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”

Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children.

“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.

“I want you to get in your ship and leave.”

As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.

“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.”

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mittensmorgul · 4 years

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Unpopular opinion: Portraying Sam and Dean as worthless, incompetent hunters who learned nothing from their father's training or a lifetime of hunting bc it was all God is disrespecful as hell. Sam and Dean are--well, were, I guess--heroes who stood up to monsters, angels and demons as ordinary people. Tonight destroyed all of that.

I mean, I’d agree with you, if I thought that was actually what the show had done. Sam and Dean currently BELIEVE that, and are making choices based on that assumption, but is it actually true?

I can’t believe it is. I think they’ve made an incorrect assumption, and are going to “pay a price” for having made a bad choice based on that belief...

Because we’ve been shown that’s how Chuck arranges things. That’s how he “tells his stories.”

When in the previous episode, Chuck’s final words to Sam were the statement that Sam had “lost hope,” and the pronouncement that Sam and Dean weren’t the heroes of the story; and when Dean stood up to him and said he and Sam would never “perform” the story Chuck wanted to see them act out (like “all the other Sams and Deans” eventually did in all his other universes), it was like they’d thrown down a gauntlet for him. Dean PUNCHED CHUCK IN THE FACE. That was the gauntlet-slap.

To me, this episode felt like Chuck’s petty (and rather crackpot) attempt to manipulate them into believing that this is what they truly are without his Divine Cosmic Help, and honestly, THAT is what I am calling bullshit on. The show is practically BEGGING us to see that.

I mean, if Dean had had ONE cavity, I could buy it was just bad luck. If Baby had ONE bad spark plug, I could buy it was just a normal sort of problem that normal people face. But the sheer number of failures they experienced went so far beyond “normal” as to be cartoonish. No normal person has EVER had a day like that. But the fact that Sam and Dean were so willing to BELIEVE it, even after Dean had been convinced at the beginning of the episode that they were CURSED... he let Sam (and Garth, and Bess) talk him OUT of that conviction.

Dean: No. No, no, no. This is -- this is more than just a no good very bad day, okay? Chuck must have boned us before He left, you know. Or maybe some of that crap you brought back from Rowena's went sideways. Because this. This is not normal.

But by the end of the episode, Dean was beginning to believe that this was very much their “new normal.” To the point where he’s willing to drive to Alaska and pay whatever price to get back their “lost luck.” And honestly, THAT WAS THE POINT. It’s shaken DEAN’S WILL, his BELIEF IN HIMSELF. Which is pretty much the ONLY weapon he had against Chuck in the first place.

Honestly, to me, the thing that convinced me that they were actively being hindered (i.e. that Chuck was actively working to PREVENT them from succeeding at anything on their own) was the fact that not even their reputation as The Winchesters was worth anything to the monster fighty dude. Not even the vast over-preparedness they went into that warehouse with was enough to give them ANY sort of advantage.

They weren’t “normal,” they were DOOMED TO FAIL, because Chuck was proving a point. A point they willingly bought into, despite the overwhelming evidence that they were being specifically held back from succeeding, at anything.

They’re still struggling to understand exactly how Chuck is capable of interfering with their lives. And while I appreciate Dean admitting that their choices have been their own, and not everything about their lives was down to Chuck, the fact that he let himself be talked out of the conviction that Chuck “boned” them before leaving (lol as if Chuck would leave NOW, when things just began to get interesting for him again, just when he’s untethered himself from Sam and can finally “see” the Winchesters again) means he’s still subject to Chuck’s terrible plot...

So I agree with you. If that had been the point of the episode, it would’ve been a bunch of bullshit. If the episode hadn’t included all the references to all the “we are literally actually cursed” episodes, and all the “we are directly being manipulated by cosmic forces” episodes... I mean...

literally actually cursed:

3.03 Bad Day At Black Rock: The rabbits foot gave them ACTUAL GOOD LUCK. Their good luck was so entirely OTT that Dean joked he was Batman. They easily identified it as ridiculous levels of good luck. Until they lost the foot (because EVERYONE loses the foot, it’s part of the CURSE). Their luck didn’t go back to normal, it went cosmically, horribly BAD. So bad, Bobby told them, “you’re dead within a week.” Because that was how the curse worked. Their entire lives haven’t been “lucky.” And Dean would normally be the first person to admit that. His first instinct in this episode was to wonder if he’d been subjected to a similar curse because of how comically bad his luck had turned.

5.08 Changing Channels: the first clue was all the “Seriously? SERIOUSLY?” stuff at the beginning. I was half expecting Sam to get slapped in the face and called a “brilliant coward.” But we even got a NUTCRACKER! callback, only this time it was Dean that took the shot to the crotch... Not just the comic gags of the episode, though, but the Bigger Plot of how and why they were being put through all those tv shows, being forced to LEARN A LESSON, of Gabriel messing with them and pushing them into PLAYING THEIR ROLES, and ACCEPTING THEIR DESTINY. Please tell me that’s not EXACTLY the lesson Chuck would want them to learn after 15.09.

3.11 Mystery Spot: or that one where NOTHING Sam did, no matter how many chances he was given to replay that day, could’ve saved Dean. Sam was nerfed. Effectively rendered powerless against the story, and in the “dark half” of the episode was driven on a misguided revenge quest against the Trickster. Sam couldn’t even begin to see the bigger picture, and believed that just because he’d broken free of the “time loop” that he was actually engaging with reality, that Dean was actually perma-dead, and had isolated himself from all his friends and gone off the rails in his single-minded trek to hunt down the monster that had done this to him... all the while he was focused on the wrong thing and was still trapped in the “make-believe scenario” Gabriel had established for him. Because, golly, that sounds like the exact spot they’re in RIGHT NOW, having been convinced that their run of bad luck is the direct result of Chuck NOT interfering in their lives, casting them as the “heroes” of his story. And I don’t believe that’s what has happened, at all. I believe Chuck is more focused on them, directly, than he ever has been before.

Heck, I wrote this post before the episode aired, and I stand by it 100%:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/190429024710/episodes-i-expect-1510-to-remind-me-of-based-on

Because Sam and Dean haven’t had “hero status” stripped from them. Chuck is WAY too petty to just “give up the story” and render his main characters inept all of a sudden. Sam and Dean are still “his guys.” They’re still the main characters of an obsessive writer who’s directly fighting against their will. This is like... the inverse of 4.18, where Chuck “wrote himself into the story.” This is his reaction to his characters declared intent to “write themselves OUT of his story,” to DEFY his story. This is Chuck’s idea of petty revenge for using their free will against him.

In that context, the context of the larger arc of s15, this is like... textbook illustration of how Chuck has been grinding down their will, pushing them to make Terrible Choices against their own better judgment, because that’s where he wanted the story to go. I think we need to keep that in mind, that the story ITSELF is the big bad, and Chuck’s just had all his powers restored to him. Assuming he wouldn’t immediately put those powers to their full use at his first available opportunity is just... daffy.

Dabb has been writing Looney Tunes since 8.08. I’ve been writing Looney Tunes meta since at least as far back as s11:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/144577425855/chuck-amuck

I will point to the WB cartoon that I believe Dabb has been framing Chuck’s character around all along: Duck Amuck (I’ve embedded other versions on tumblr before, but they always get taken down because copyright... so have a link to where you can watch it... I swear it’s worth the time: https://dai.ly/x5yczh1

And this is what Chuck is trying to convince Sam and Dean is their current situation:

when what they need to recognize, and what Chuck DESPERATELY needs them to keep them from realizing, as long as he can continue pushing them to “we had no other choice” scenarios and distract them from just rejecting his story entirely, is this:

#spn s15 spoilers #spn 15.10 #chuck's process #sometimes i compare this show to einstein and sartre and sometimes it's all just looney tunes #Anonymous

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angelynrostrand · 5 years

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Chapter 13

Summary: To the outside world, nothing should connect shy girl Angel Monroe and popular boy Xavier Hazelwood. But that isn't entirely true. They both hold secrets. Behind both of them lie 2 separate wolf packs. Xavier is well on his way to Alpha status and running the pack. Angel is not a wolf but instead the last healer in the world. When the realization comes forward that they are connected by destiny, will they decide to fulfill it? Is their connection predetermined by fate or will they choose their hearts? Lives and packs cross and mingle while romance and conflict brews. The story of 2 opposite souls on a collision path. Will destiny win out? Even the most innocent face, has the darkest secrets.

Word Count: 2,208

http://www.mrcantuspiritualhealer.com/index.html

Thank goodness my family got the memo that I do not want to be disturbed. I flip through the channels and see they are all about me. The school has been canceled for a week due to some damage that I secretly caused, but we were able to pay them back with replacements. Plus, I can have an easier recovery when I’m not worried about school. I grow tired of watching interviews with students and parents. The gun control debate has been reignited. The students don't know what they are talking about. They don't even know Rebecca and they don’t know me. They aren't mean, but they are acting like we have been friends for years. Sage has been working, but she keeps asking how I am feeling and checking up on me over text. I really do love her loyalty. The fake interviews are only getting me madder. They are calling me kind and a gentle girl but they are saying awful things about Rebecca. Yes, she has a reputation, but they don't know what happened in her life outside of high school. I can't stand the interviews. I shut the tv off and power hobble to the closet to get out of my pj's and into some fresh clothes. Anything to take my mind off of it.

I need a change of scenery. I manage to crutch over to my cottage. With the grass and the uneven surface, I am surprised I don't fall. But I do collapse on the couch the moment I enter inside. That was a lot of work. I let my vinyl record play in the background and catch up with editing the freshmen's papers. I know the moment school is back and running they are going to be stressed with finals. That reminds me of Xavier. The times I would 'tutor' him in English. The thought of him playing with the ends of my hair with his pencil. And he did his best to distract me for doing my homework. Or when he would tease me when I overly express myself about a character in a book. But he does the same thing when he reads. The memories made me appreciate him for always being able to make me smile. He gave me true waves of laughter and smiles. I never had to fake it with him, unlike my family. Sometimes I would paint a smile so they would never have to worry about me. After finishing most of my work, I hop to the front porch and sit on my swing set. I close my eyes and enjoy the spring weather. Swinging back-and-forth I can feel the wind blowing through my hair. I can hear the trees dancing from the wind. It is refreshing to feel in control of the elements again. The sun shines bright but does not burn the living. I do miss the feeling of being connected to the elements.

My eyes snapped open when I hear footsteps nearby. My cottage may be on our property, but it is still in the middle forest. I have a fear random people will find it, but it has never been a problem before. It is too hidden in the woods.

A wolf walks up to my cottage. It could be someone from my pack but that pitch-black fur and the electric blue eyes are too familiar. It's Xavier. He crawls on the porch and allows me to pet him and roam my fingers through his fur. I whisper, "I am so sorry." He backs up to transform into a human. His fur shortens and soon disappears. His bones crunch back together and I can hear the uncomfortable cracks of bones popping back in place. His skin boils and rolls into a human body. His blue eyes fade to his normally brown eyes. Soon enough he stands in front of me naked. In shock, I looked down immediately. I know is normal for wolves to transform back naked, but it is still a surprise.

"Xavier!" I yell. He moves his hands to cover as much as he could. I toss him a blanket that was hanging on my swing set. "Here!" I stutter. He wraps it around his hips. I try to look away, to give him some privacy, but I'm magnetized. I notice his define abs and each time he breathes his muscles react. I have been staring for too long and he blushes from my reaction. I have to recollect my thoughts, he is my biggest distraction. "Xavier...umm....can you...you can go inside?" I wave to the cottage. "I'll find you some clothes." He rushes inside without arguing.

I secretly go inside my brother's room to find some basketball shorts and a plain shirt. Eric and Xavier are approximately the same size. He should fit in Eric's clothes. I am surprised I’m not caught, but I think he is in a meeting. It was a slow process to hop to my house and back. How I was able to balance on one leg with my hands full of clothes is beyond me. The grass was of no help. I knock on the door and wait for Xavier to answer.

"Hey, these are for you. I'll just wait for you out here." I said with my eyes still down.

"Thanks." He said and walked back inside. Within seconds, he sits down next to me on the swing set. It is odd to see him in my brother's clothes. We stay quiet for a while and enjoy the weather. I am not sure who should talk first, but he catches me off guard when he starts to chuckle.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I just remember something. Last time we were here we were sitting here talking. It was at your brother's ceremony." I smiled at the memory. "You told me you were different and I didn't believe you. I thought you meant about being human. I was such a fool."

I turn to him and argue against him. "No, you aren't. I am the fool. I am a terrible person and I convinced you to believe otherwise. I am so sorry for lying. I wanted to protect you."

"Protect me from what? Please tell me. I came here because I need to know what is going on."

I nod, "Okay. Let's go inside." He helps me to my feet and we walk inside.

His eyes wander around. I sit on my couch, but Xavier is still fascinated by the books and the herbs.

"Welcome to my secret hideout. So where do I start?"

"From the beginning. Were you born with it or trained? Is everyone in your pack... like you?" He finally sits down next to me.

"Can you hand me those books beside you." I direct him to turn around to find a small table with three books. "The old leather book is all about healers. This one is about being an Elementalist." I point the middle one. "The bottom one is my mother's journal." He stays still when I mention my mother.

"I was born with magical abilities like my mother. My brother is a wolf-like my father- and I got my mother's traits." I open the books to show him everything. "These used to be my mother's and her mother's and so on. They all have been passed to each generation. Now I have all of them."

"Why do you have all of them?" He asks as he flips through the first book.

"Because I am the last living healer."

He stops himself from reading and looks back at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean? How is that possible?"

"People like me aren't meant to be alive. That's why I wanted to protect you. Along with my mother and generations before me, they have all been hunted down and killed."

"So that attack was for you. They were looking for you." He has both anger and worry in his voice.

"Yes, that's why I wanted you to stay away. If you get involved, I can't promise you they won't hurt you or your pack. I care for you too much for you to get hurt because of me. I am a burden for my family and I don't want you to feel the same about me." I try to open up my feelings for him. He deserves to know.

"I would never." He stands his ground. "Who are they? The people… the people who want you dead." He stutters his words.

"I don't personally know. But in these books, it talks about a tribe of healers. My ancestors, they would heal and use magic for the village. Some people worshiped them and others saw it as witchcraft. The tribe was so strong they could bring back the dead. It scared the villagers and they wanted them dead. Throughout the years it became a secret society to hunt down any healers. They were successful. They killed everyone, including my mother."

"But not you. You are alive and beautiful." He places his hand on top of mine.

"For now. They do have their suspicions about me. They don't know for sure if I'm a healer. They must realize my brother is a wolf, but they are not sure about me."

"So that's why they attacked you guys?" I can tell he is connecting the dots. I nod to agree with him.

"Xavier I need to ask you something?" He nods to me. I continue on. "Have you told anyone about me?"

"No, I haven't told a soul. I ran off cause I need to think. I couldn't think with you around. You're my best distraction." He jokes.

"Then I need you to promise me something."

"Which is?"

"I am really sorry to put you in this position. That's why I never wanted you to find out."

"What is it, Angel?"

"I need you to promise me to never tell anyone from here on. Not your pack or your father. No one. Please, it is for your safety and for theirs. I know it is a lot to ask but please." I am practically begging.

"I won't. I promise but no more lies." He said and I agreed. "But I don't understand something. If your power is to heal, how come you haven't healed your leg." He pointed at my leg.

"Good question." I pulled the book with the title Elementalist. "In this book, it talks about an oath every healer makes when they... it’s like a coming of age ceremony. They have two choices. One: to be able to heal yourself and being able to live forever. Or two: heal others and use the elements to defend yourself. I chose the second option. I can help others and have the elements for my own protection."

" How old were you?"

"I was 13." I watch him scan each page in each book I hand him.

" It seems like a big decision to make at such a young age."

"Maybe but my mother made the same decisions and I read about it in her journals. And isn't it the same age wolves do their first transitions?"

"True, but your life is more interesting than mine."

"Xavier we are supernatural. Our lives are meant to be interesting." We both smile. "Can you ever forgive me?" I turn it back to a serious conversation.

“Yes, of course." He laughs. "I understand now...why you didn't tell me and I don't hold it against you. You were thinking of me and my pack. Thank you.”

"I am someone with a lot of baggage. And I do have to admit, I was scared." He gave a confused look. "I was scared because if you knew the real me then it might terrify you. You might run away and I don't know... it seems like people always suffer from my secrets. I don't want you to feel the same."

"I have some bad news then." He said and I am ready to accept his rejection. I knew after all my truth he can't stand me, my past or my lifestyle and that's ok." I’m sorry but you are stuck with me. I am not leaving and you can't get rid of me on account of being different." His words start to tear me apart. "I am staying with you because you deserve to be loved. I want to be that person who will stay with you. Nothing will make me run away not even those damn secret hunters." He wipes my tears away from my cheek. "I am not like other people. I am a wolf, soon to be Alpha and most importantly your soulmate. Do you understand? I am not leaving. Do you understand?"

I can only nod. The words can't come out.

"I need you to say it." He directs me as he lifts my chin so we are now eye level.

"I understand." I bravely say and brush his own tears away. I lightly comb his hair out of his eye. I lean up to kiss him once again for security. He gladly accepts me, like he always does. Thank you for being a good man.

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