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💚And the POV you've been waiting for since the last book, haha

💚So for those wondering, Omoi means hope, love in Japanese

Love, Mina💚💚💚

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Chapter 15: Everybody Wants To Be A Cat (1,7K) - The Aristocats, Disney

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Bastille's PoV

They brought home a dog. The humans brought home a dog.

When they moved him into the new place, Bastille didn't say much, because he was comfortable in this new place. He had more space to roam and he could hunt more often. So he put up living with the third human, the one who smelt like the female and he had caught snooping around in the old place. He even allowed that other female human that gave him food and changed his litter to pet him from time to time.

He actually liked this new place, even though his human always made sure that he couldn't bring his game inside the house. Bastille was sure it was because the female human was a bit weak and squeamish when he brought his preys. She would always screech and turn her head in disgust, irritating Bastille's delicate ears.

In fact, Bastille wasn't sure if his human liked this new place. He often saw him in the garden, in the middle of the night, even after he left for two whole weeks and the female was with child. In fact, given the fact that the two humans disappeared together, Bastille had expected them to come back together with a baby. He would have been fine with a baby. But no.

The humans brought home a dog. A little pup that was noisy and irritating. As soon as she had gotten home, the female had brought the dog to Bastille's face, all smiley as she said, "Look, Bastille. This is your new brother. His name Omoi."

Of course, the dog being the annoying thing that he was, tried to lick him, and he swiftly turned away, his tail low and his head high, showing his discontentment in the situation. Did the female think Bastille was stupid? The dog couldn't be his brother!

He went to the bedroom where the humans slept, and curled in the middle of it, hoping that the foolish humans would soon see reason and get rid of that nuisance that was the dog.

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The very same night, Bastille was stirred awake when his human came home. He had been glad to see that the female did not try to kick him out of the bed to welcome the dog. In fact, the dog had been removed several times from the bed, which made Bastille very smug. The female might like walking around with the pup in her arms, but he was not allowed on furniture, unlike him. The human probably knew that a dog was not as graceful as a cat, and that he would break and dirty everything.

He got out the bed, smelling blood on his human's shirt like he often happened, and the man smiled and petted him when he saw him in the bathroom. Bastille waited for an explanation concerning that nuisance that had been brought home, but the human had always been quite slow. He couldn't expect much from him.

So he followed him to the room and recoiled when a bedside lamp was lit by the female. His human stopped, looking at the female with curiosity, and Bastille understood why. She usually slept through him getting into bed. Except when they would mate.

"How was your evening?" She asked, and Bastille jumped on the bed to be on her laps. He had noticed lately that she was blue, so he tried to stay by her side to cheer her up. Thing that a dog would never do, or understand, being an inferior species, and all.

"Are you alright?" Asked the male in return.

"I .." She hesitated, looking at Bastille and gently petting him. "I want to talk."

"About?"

"Aline?"

"What about her?"

"I don't think she should be spending so much time with you. Alone."

"We've been through this, Clary. Neither you or I should care about her, or what she thinks. We should only care about one another."

"I know. And I do. I trust you, Jace. But … spending this week with the two of you … I … you spend all your days with her. It would be so easy—"

"Would you stop seeing James if I asked you?"

"James has never done anything to warrant —"

"And neither did Aline."

The female looked down, before moving Bastille a little and laying down in the bed, switching off the lamp. Bastille glared at his human, cursing the slowness that the man showed sometimes. The female had been sad for days, and here she was crying again.

He moved so she would open her arms to him, which she did, cuddling him against her and he purred, knowing that she liked hearing the sound. He felt the male lay down beside the female, and his hand rested on hers adding an additional weight on Bastille.

"Babe … talk to me. Why are you so hung up on Aline?"

The female remained silent, and the male held her and Bastille closer.

"Babe?"

"Because she is perfect where I'm not, and I see the way she looks at you."

"I don't care how she looks at me. I already made it clear to her where my hearts lie."

"What about her being —"

"That's you talking nonsense. You are all I want."

"What if I can't have children anymore?"

"I told you already. I don't care about the DNA. I just want to raise kids with you. I once told you I didn't care about the mother of my child, well, that was before you. I don't want to lose you, Clary. Especially not in such a definitive way."

"Maybe you ought to … be with someone less defective."

There was a whoosh of wind, and Bastille knew that his human was angry now. The light was once again on, annoying him a little, and he got out of the bed, not really bothered to be in the middle of their argument. He made his way to the vanity and watched the couple as the male was now kneeling by the crying female side, cupping her face and forcing her to look at him,

"Don't … ever say that again."

"But it's true, Jace. Women have been given birth since the dawn of times, and —"

"And they've had miscarriages for just as long. And they've died in childbirth for just as long. I told you before, and I'm telling you again, you are not defined by your status as a mother. You are your own person. I didn't marry you because I wanted children, I married you because I love you. Because I want to grow old with you. Because I want to raise our kids with you."

Bastille watched as his human waited for the female to nod, and they pressed their mouths against each other. Though Bastille knew that they would not mate tonight. They never did when the female was bleeding, and he could smell the blood from here.

When the male switched off the light, Bastille left through the window and went hunting that nasty little squirrel he had seen on the previous day.

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The next morning, Bastille was in the garden, savouring his victory against the squirrel who thought it could still Bastille's territory when he saw his human walk out in the garden. Shortly after, the other human followed, the one Bastille didn't like. In fact, Bastille always hid whenever that human was around. He was hoping his human would pick up and not trust such a human, but his human was slow.

For a moment, the two men stayed silent, before the older one, the one Bastille didn't like, spoke,

"You broke your promise to me."

"I don't care."

"Well, I do!"

Bastille's human turned and looked down at the older man. "With all due respect, Valentine, I will always value your word. You are my mentor, and I will never forget what you did for me during all these years. But there is an opinion that matters to me more than yours, now.

I don't care about how you feel, I only care about my wife. This doesn't concern you. Yes, I said some hurtful things, but Clary isn't a white sheep in this either. I'll admit that I have more to be forgiven than she does, but this doesn't concern you as I said. It's between my wife and me."

"What are you going to do about it?"

Bastille watched his human stare into the horizon, and for a brief moment, he swore that his human knew exactly where he was.

"We're going to get through this. I asked the priest if he could see us once in a while, so we could lay all our cards with an impartial party."

"Impartial. You're talking about a preaching man."

"I am."

"Are you going religious."

"No. I'm just being practical. He might be a preaching man, but he is someone who knows Clary and has her trust. Clary would never open up to a shrink, and neither would I."

"But you'd open up to a priest?"

Bastille's human turned to look once again at the older man, and Bastille saw the aura of an Alpha emanating from him. Just by his presence, he was putting the older man back in his place.

"No. I will open up to my wife. Clary trusts the man, and I trust my wife. If she says he's safe to talk to, I will put my pride aside and talk to the man."

Bastille didn't move from his spot, even after the two men went back inside. In fact, now that the sun was getting higher in the sky, he closed his eyes and appreciated the warm caress of it, until he was disturbed by the pup.

before even opening his eyes, he knew that the dog was running to him. He heard the female call for him with his stupid name, and he snapped his eyes open, only to put his paw on the dog's nose when he was about to lick him.

The dog immediately stopped, admitting that Bastille was his superior, and Bastille nodded in agreement, closing his eyes as he let the pup lick his face. After all, it was just a child, and children needed to be treated with special care. As long as Omoi knew where his place was, Bastille would tolerate him.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

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💚 So ... I know this chapter is short, and a bot weird, because we have important conversation, from Bastille's pov, and we don't have feelings and thoughts, but I'm evil, you should know that, haha

💚 Now, what did you think of the conversation between Jace and Clary?

💚And, what did you think of the conversation between Val and Jace? And Jace's decision?

💚 And how about Bastille and Omoi?

💚 And don't forget to check out my other story of the moment, Give me The Daddy, I'll Give You The Sugar. I'm sure you'll love 😉

💚And what's was your favourite part? I'm always curious about that. Mine was that last part, the priest is being a savage, haha.

💚 What do you think will happen next?

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Sorry, I know I said I would answer, but I am dead to the world, AGAIN. It is just very late, and I am very very tired, sorry sorry. But at least I'm updating fast. Basically, as long as Father Crowley is not involved, I'm kind of fast, haha. But do let me know what you thought, it always brings a smile to my face, and we need that at the moment ^^

💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.

Love, Mina💚💚💚