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The gym was open and it was a fairly normal day, Duggy was working over a bag while others trained around him, he was grateful for the opportunity to better himself, make Daz worry less, and Mal, he wanted them to be proud, wanted everything to go smooth, wanted to be more than a burden, a child.

Normally the opening of gym door didn’t draw his attention but this time it did, this time was different. The scent alone was enough to draw his eye, something familiar, something special. It was like family but not in the way of their father, no, this was something far less awful, something more akin to the smell of Daz or Mal. Family wasn’t what you were born with, but what you were made of. Mal was their Alpha, Daz was his brother, his guardian, but this man...

He was their father, more than Charlie or Mal, he made them all that they were, he made them. It was Jameson, and he wreaked of guilt, of trepidation. It gave Duggy some sense of relief. He should have felt that way. As quickly as he’d looked at Jameson, he went back to the bag. Ignoring him even as he approached. “How much for a membership?”

“Oh, ‘m not even gonna pretend ta think that’s not a load of shit. I dun care why yer here, mate, jus’ go ‘fore Daz storms out here, yea?” he said looking over at the man who’d caused so much suffering. Duggy didn’t want to see the fight, he didn’t want to be there for it. It would come, but he didn’t need it to spoil all of the positives happening in his life.

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Douglas,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, but you will, so just buzz off. You disappeared, we picked up all of the pieces, got everything going for us now. Haven’t needed you so just go.”

Jameson nodded to his words. “Alright, alright, that’s fair, but I already know you don’t want me to go, you want me to make things right, I want that too. I never stopped thinking about you boys.”

Duggy looked to the slightly shorter man, he’d seen right through his bravado. Douglas was getting better at playing cool, and pretending to be less naive, less foolish, but Jameson knew. Maybe it wasn’t something he could hide from him, maybe he was as part of him as Daz or Mal and some connections were just stronger than his will. He frown and turned away to grab his towel and water bottle. “Don’t make promises to me. You told me you wouldn’t go, did that didn’t ya?”

This is a curse I bare                                                   — with shame.

Indie werewolf, precious baby, 22, can’t fight, is gay because I said so, has an older brother. Hates transformation, hates being a werewolf, virgin, has never even been kissed. Is absurd because he looks like this, using only liam hemsworth fc, loves pancakes, listens to classical music, jazz, big band, swing, and ragtime. favorite color is orange, likes swimming in lakes, hates horror films, loves old musicals, sounds kinda like a chav. written by Cara.

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He nodded, “Yep, yep y’could. But y’know what won’t help? Tryin’ t’ignore yer wolf.” It really had become Werewolf 101, which, well, he wasn’t expecting, but he wouldn’t ignore. The kid needed his help, of course he would give it. He had become incredibly attached to Duggy.

“One’ve th’things that might help is yeh’ve got me, now. Yer wolf, he knows me t’be yer alpha, that i’m th’one in control. We c’n…we c’n start doin’ things in th’evenin’s when the gym’s closed, call ‘em classes or what yeh like, teachin’ yeh how t’control yerself, t’help control that wolf. How’s that sound eh? I mean I’ve got enough experience, hope that’ll be enough,” he said with a snort.

It was one of those moments that struck the over sentimental Stone. Mal had already taken them in, and though Duggy did his best to show his gratitude and help, he wasn’t easy, neither of the boys were easy. He had no delusions on that matter. What Mal did, he did out of the goodness of his heart. Now, he was offering to help him tame his own demons, to ease the beast.

“You mean it, yeah?” he asked, a hopeful smile lighting up his face. “I mean, I know ya do, but... thanks. Ain’t ne’er had anyone ‘side from Daz to rely on ‘n,” he began, straightening up. “I appreciate it. I know that you’ll say it’s nuthin’, but it is, really.”

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This is a curse I bare                                                   — with shame.

Indie werewolf, precious baby, 22, can’t fight, is gay because I said so, has an older brother. Hates transformation, hates being a werewolf, virgin, has never even been kissed. Is absurd because he looks like this, using only liam hemsworth fc, loves pancakes, listens to classical music, jazz, big band, swing, and ragtime. favorite color is orange, likes swimming in lakes, hates horror films, loves old musicals, sounds kinda like a chav. written by Cara.

“And then I was like ‘if’n you don’t get out me bloody face, I’ll break them hands.’ so she handed over the last of the roses and I went to put ‘em on me mum’s grave.”

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“Jus’ like you decided children was too much responsibility for ya.” Shoving the cash into the pocket of his trousers, Daz picked up his duffle bag and once more slung it over his shoulder. “He’ll understand…an’ he won’t think me no less a man for doin’ what I need ta help us survive by ourselves. – I’ll think about it, Charlie. Now leave, yeah?”

“Don’t be a git, Darren. Think about our family, ya? All we’ve sacrificed to be here.” He turned to leave none the less. “We could be somethin’ great, the three of us.” And with that, he was gone. Duggy was of course safely in a coffee shop, talking with a handsome vampire he’d only just met, and he would keep talking until far later than he was ever out.

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“…Me birthday ain’t for another week and a half.” Daz briefly contemplated tossing the roll of cash back at his father, but knew doing so would be extremely stupid on his behalf and dangerous for Duggy. “An’ what th’ hell’m I s’posed to tell Dug about why I’m home so early? He knows I take every shift I can and I told him the bar was short staffed for the next few weeks.”

It was possible he was just coming up with excuses, but Daz didn’t much care because he knew how strange it was to prefer stripping to taking a load of cash off his deadbeat father.

“You decided to lie,” he said, pulling out a cigarette to light up. “You can tell him the truth, or you can keep doing that. S’not my job to run your life, but Duggy’s gonna figure it on some day. What’s get gonna think of ya then?” He inhaled the toxic substance and blew it out before adding. “2 days, Dazzy, or I’ll come find ya in a week, your decision.”

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His eyes fell to the money and Daz was prepared to give a vehement response before his brain processed the all too obvious implication, his blood running cold and stomach turning itself into vicious knots. “How could I possibly help you, Charlie?” He questioned after a moment, his tone not quite resigned, but definitely getting there, he wasn’t agreeing just yet.

Charlie took Darren’s hand and placed the roll of cash into it, “First,” he said, careful not to gloat the sound of his victory. “Go get some pizzas for ev’one, yeah? Then meet me at 32 Charleston street in two days. I have a birthday gift for you.” He gave a shrug, “After that, we’ll see. Like I said, all I want are my boys with me.”

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They had something in common, most of their family was dead, and they had found solace in a single person. For Douglas it had been his brother, for Stefan, it had been…complicated. He didn’t have a support system like this, not one that was strong and enduring, though he felt like he could become a part of Douglas’s, and that would be beneficial for the both of them. 

“O’Malley sounds like a life-saver,” from what he had heard of the wolf’s history, they may not have made it on the streets for much longer before the gym owner had taken them in. He appreciated the fact that he may be less than welcome at the gym, so he stopped at the corner, a full building away from the gym just to be safe. “I fear they would not like me to come in, so I can say goodbye here,” he gave the wolf’s hand a squeeze before pulling him into another kiss. They would see each other again, and soon. Stefan would make sure of it.

Douglas knew he was right, it would have been silly to bring him closer to the gym at this point. But it didn’t mean he wanted to let go, or walk away. There was a great deal of relief in being close to Stefan again. He returned the kiss and moved closer to him, unsure what to do with his hands, he placed his hands on the vampire’s waist.

Pulling away was something he more or less had to convince himself to do. He knew it was only getting later, that they would start to worry, and he didn’t want anyone to ruin his mood. He pressed one more kiss to Stefan’s lips before pulling himself back a couple of steps. “When should I text you?” he asked, stepping backwards still, his smile seeming to be permanently widened.

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Darren let out a derisive snort and dropped his duffle bag to cross his arms over his chest, back straightening to better look his father in the eye. “Only took ya fifteen years t’ find us, dad. We’ve grown since ya lef’ and we don’t need ya anymore, for nothin’.” Nose twitching, Daz took a small step back, forcing the slight nervousness he felt in the pit of his belly away; Charlie was too close for comfort. “With or without me and Duggy your life means nothin’ and we both know that.”

“Yet here you are, with all your secrets. Taking off your clothes and sellin’ yer body jus’ t’ keep Duggy fed. Seems lot like ya need a dad to me.” He pulled out a roll of cash and held it out to him, “I could make yer life lots easier Darren. We could help each other. Could keep Duggy safe.” The implication that the boy wasn’t safe was clear. He didn’t need to outright threaten anyone.

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It made sense to Stefan that his family was protective, there was an innocence about him that the world would try to destroy, perhaps it already had, but it shone through and destroyed anything that tried to blemish it. The gentle scruff scratched against his skin when Douglas moved against it. “Everyone always says that.” Perhaps they were that bad, perhaps not. He would potentially find out shortly. 

And look, he was blushing. Stefan almost wished he could blush that much, but he knew when the time came, the intent would show through. Their hands fit so well together, it was like he’d never been holding anyone’s hand right before, their hands were meant to intertwine like this, it was so comfortable. They began to walk, hand in hand, not caring about who saw what. They could take down any potential attackers who might be homophobic. He watched him as often as he could while they walked.  “So you live with your brother?” They had mainly talked about their lives, not their families. 

Douglas enjoyed their walk, hands linked and not a care in the world. He felt... safe, which was an odd feeling next to a man he’d never met and vampire at that. He knew he should have been more cautious, even if Stefan had been absolutely not a vampire, but, one look at him and Douglas felt he didn’t need to worry, not for anything. Daz would tell him he was careless, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt, and further, didn’t want to.

“Yeah, Daz and I have stayed together, don’t think either of us would know how not to. Our dad left us, mum and sister died. Just us. Well, and O’Malley, he’s a friend, like a father, I guess. We’ve been stayin’ with him as of late. He’s a good man.” He knew he shouldn’t have told Stefan so much, reminding himself still that he didn’t know him, but he wanted to know him, he wanted to be close. And the last thing he needed was for Mal to get a whiff of vampire and lose his head.