A/N:
Here it is guys! Our beloved Emmett's story starts here.
This is the only chapter written in third person. After, everything is in Emmett POV.
So this is just a small preview, but you'll get Chapter 1 tomorrow, so don't be sad that this one is so short, okay?
Title: Origins: Destiny in the Mountains
Author: MarieCarro
Beta: Alice's White Rabbit
Pre-reader: OnlyInValhalla
Genre: Family/Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Emmett Brian McCarty never had much in life, but growing up poor didn't stop him from enjoying life and all its pleasures.
However, always seeking thrills most often means it will end badly, and one day, while hunting for game in the mountains, Emmett meets his destiny. Canon. ExR
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Word Count: 1, 321
PROLOGUE
1921 - 1930
The day Beatrice Louise McCarty was born in 1921 was a day of great happiness for the entire McCarty family for many reasons. One of them was the excitement of having a girl in the family.
The children became rowdy and unruly when they got the news of a younger sister, but the youngest of the three boys, Emmett, was the one who was the most awed by the small girl. For the longest time, he had been the baby of the family, but now, he was a big brother as well.
Brian and Fiona McCarty rejoiced that they had finally been blessed with a girl, but they were also worried over the new addition to their already too-large family. They had a difficult time providing for the children they already had, and the new baby was going to be a challenge.
Little Emmett had just turned six years old, and he was still clinging hard to his mom. He was too young to do any heavy chores around the house other than to help feed the pigs and goats, and while the older boys, Gavin and Ian, had begun pulling their share of the weight by working at the local mill, the income was tight.
Most nights, when the children had fallen asleep, Fiona and Brian lay in their bed, tired to the point of passing out, but their anxiety kept them awake.
"Maybe ye could—"
"No, Fiona, I will not beg my parents for help," Brian insisted tensely. "They stopped being my parents when they put me out on the street for marryin' you."
"But that was so long ago, Brian. And they have grandchildren now. Wouldn't they want to help them?"
Brian turned to his side and stroked his wife's cheek gently. "Our children are half-Scottish and American-born. My parents will never accept that. Just as your parents will never accept you took yourself an Irish husband." He kissed her nose lovingly. "We'll make do. As we always have."
Fortunately, Brian was right. The family got by; never living in luxury by any means, but they had enough to survive.
As the boys grew up, it became obvious all of them had inherited their father's build, and even at the young age of fourteen, Emmett had already reached a height of 5'9, and he continued to grow.
Beatrice loved that her older brothers were so big, especially when they took turns lifting her up in the air, which they did often because they loved hearing her laugh.
While the girl adored all of her brothers, she and Emmett held a special bond. Gavin and Ian, who were twelve and ten years older than her, had already started working at the mill when she was born, but she grew up with Emmett at home.
Emmett loved his little sister like no other, but it saddened him that she would never receive the opportunities richer folks did. Instead of going to school full-time, she mostly stayed at home and helped their mother. She became a marvelous cook instead of learning to read properly, and she could mend a shirt faster than a girl of the same age could write the alphabet.
Despite his young age, the second Emmett started working at the mill with his brothers, he knew of the things people did in order to just survive. His first day at work had been celebrated with his brothers down at the local pub in Gatlinburg. Neither of them had been nearly old enough to drink, but the bar owner didn't care about age as long as they paid their bill. His entire business was illegal as it was because of the prohibition anyway.
Luckily, Gatlinburg was rarely visited by the state authorities and the mayor himself was a regular at the bar, so no one was particularly afraid of retribution for their immoral way of life.
It was at that pub that Emmett first witnessed the wild side. He saw local men gambling and playing cards while throwing back shots. He saw the waitresses flirt with the patrons and follow them home after closing hours.
Fiona hated that her older sons had led her youngest boy down that path, but Brian said she shouldn't worry about it. When Gavin and Ian started working at the mill, Emmett was left home alone with the women, and Brian insisted he needed this to come of age as a man.
Of course, Fiona disagreed, but she kept her mouth shut after that. She didn't want to question her husband on how to raise their boys.
It was in October of 1929 that the McCarty family feared they would lose everything.
They had never had much, but with the stock market crash, they lost what little they had. The house was seized by the bank, and only after Fiona begged them to allow the family to stay since they had nowhere else to go, effectively tugging on the banker's heartstrings, did they feel as if they could possibly come through.
The mill where the boys worked had to close, and all three of them lost their jobs. Brian lost his job at the timber factory and tried desperately to get a new job in the gem mines up in the mountains, but he wasn't the only one who had that idea, and there were no open positions.
The McCarty's had no choice but to ask Fiona and Beatrice to make clothes that could be sold at the markets, and the boys learned how to trap and hunt both smaller and big game. It provided them with skins and furs to use for the lining of gloves and hats, as well as sturdy jackets that stood against time's wear and tear.
It was a hard life, but whatever was thrown their way, the family always attempted to keep the atmosphere around the dinner table light to keep them all from falling into complete despair.
"I sold two shirts and a vest today," Beatrice announced proudly. "I'll have to make more soon."
"That is wonderful, lass," Brian praised her, his Irish accent still heavy despite the many years in America.
"She's a natural marketer," Fiona continued. "That man, Byron, tried to bargain with her, but she dinna relent."
"Let's all make certain she only sells clothes, though," Gavin commented crudely, which caused both Ian and Emmett to bite their tongues to keep from laughing.
"Ay," Fiona reprimanded angrily. "I dinna want to hear such talk about yer wee sister. Behave!"
Gavin held up his hands with a grin. "I didn't say anythin'. It's not my fault you jumped to conclusions about what I said."
Fiona narrowed her eyes at her oldest. "We all know what ye meant, and I said I dinna want to hear it. I dinna care ye're a man now, Gavin. I am still yer mother and will skelp yer behind!"
Gavin's ears turned red, and Ian and Emmett snickered at him.
"Calm down, dearie," Brian said and placed his hand over his wife's. "Gavin was only jesting. No harm, no foul."
Fiona huffed, and to show her displeasure, she pulled her hand out from under Brian's and ate the rest of her dinner in silence, only conversing with Beatrice.
Gavin knew he had upset his mother, and he felt guilty, but that night, he convinced his brothers they were going to make it up to her.
The next morning, Fiona watched in confusion as the boys took care of their own dishes, and before they left for another day of job searching, each one placed a kiss on her cheek and told her they loved her.
Emmett lingered and made sure Beatrice wasn't listening when he leaned over and whispered in his mother's ear.
"I'll make sure Bea never has to resort to that life," he vowed. "You have my word."
A/N:
As you can see, his loyalty and need to protect started early. Also, it's quite clear from where he got his teasing nature. Obviously with two older brothers, he was bound to pick up a thing or two xD
As I said up top, you'll get Chapter 1 tomorrow, but I really hope you'll leave a little sentence of what you thought of this beginning.
See ya tomorrow
As always,
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