************************** 5 years later ***************************

The leprechaun cackled to himself as he skipped down the underground path towards his home. Things were going well in his life. He had just come from the fights. Mortal humans had stupid assumptions about Leprechauns one of them being that they loved to get to together and dance and fiddle and sing.

That was pure blarney. Leprechauns were not sociable creatures and preferred solitude and could be very grouchy mean trickster when disturbed. Especially when they were busy making magical shoes for the fae and collecting gold.

Now they did like drinking. And gold. And fighting. Actually they liked getting together once a few years to fight for gold. No magic was supposed to be used.

So he the outcast of the Darby clan had gone and won 14 fights. Oh sure his nose had been broken several times. He'd had 2 fingers crushed and a fractured jaw but magic healed him all up when it was over. One top of that one stupid fellow had welshed and used magic which meant he had been allowed to kill the lad and take his entire pot of gold.

He had thumbed his nose at his kin who had been furious he had shown up at all and then beat 14 of their strongest toughest lads. One had been a whole head taller then he. That wasn't all that made him happy. For once the laws had been changed and the brides of the leprechauns had been allowed to watch.

There had been 3 human brides all bedraggled and cringing like mice weak no spirit in them like his own bride. One fairy bride had been there and who had been magically gagged to shut her nagging up. He would have happily brought his bride and shown her off if he had known. Next time he would he couldn't wait to tell her.

Those Leprechauns that didn't take a human bride generally relied on a changeling. He never had. He simply didn't have the patience to take care of a baby and gradually change it into a fae. Besides he found making babies to be much more fun. He cackled again to himself eager to get home for once looking forward to having someone to talk to.

He slowed down once he set foot in his main tunnel and walked carefully keeping his eyes peeled. She was fond of games she was. They had developed an almost cruel sport to see who could cause the other the most discomfort. Not that he ever hurt her badly. She was pregnant with 2 lads and he wouldn't dare do anything to risk her loosing them.

Pregnant humans who bore the fae had at tricky time of it. They easily could loose their offspring. He had been thrilled to learn that he didn't have to do as much changing to her as he thought he would. When he had Bridget he had been sure he would need to change her fair face as well as her body but after a few years he had learned more about it and what needed to be done. Not half as much change as he thought.

Well how was he to know? He'd never been married before and never had children. He only knew a human bride could be used to make leprechauns and that only male leprechauns were born. That was one thing he still didn't know why and often wondered about it. He also hadn't realized how long it could take for a human to become pregnant but pregnant she was finally.

Still he had learned there were certain times during the pregnancy that a human was high risk to loose the babies. Those times he had confined her to bed. She hadn't been happy but she had settled down when he brought her books and sewing items and then set his work table up next to the bed to make his shes so she wasn't lonely. To his surprise she had an aptitude for designing shoes the supernatural had loved. He had made a killing off the drow elves.

Most were females and their males were sub servant. When Desire had seen her first drow her brows had arched at the very little clothes the black skinned creature wore. Something that looked like it belonged to a BDSM dom. He had no idea what that was and didn't care. The drow had eyed Desire with some contempt.

" Keeping your slave chained to the bed? Is she good for aught else?" The creature had asked him.

" I'm his wife." Desire had replied ignoring the the tall creature over her.

The drow had described some foot wear that even he had trouble figuring out. Desire had drawn out something that had required all his skills. He had produced boots that went right up to the drow's ass and laced up. The platform and heel had been carved bone. He had carved it to look like the screaming skulls of male drows. She had loved it and had paid him three times the gold he asked and he had suddenly been beset by drows for those boots.

" Gotcha!" Hands suddenly covered his eyes and he grunted annoyed. He'd gotten distracted.

" Aye ye got me lassie now wot?"

" Keep walking." He sighed and shuffled hoping she didn't intend to walk him into an iron pole or the like. The tunnel opened and he knew he was in their sitting room as she called.

" Ready?" She sounded so excited his interest was aroused.

" Ta da!" She dropped her hands to his shoulder while he gaped at the scene in front of him. A huge carved dragon spread across the wall partially shielding a throne with Celtic symbols on it and a lush looking cushion. Lower down a smaller throne sat with a much wider base. Obviously used to lounged on. Four steps went up to it. She had been using the blue stone but it could only grant what she could imagine. What she had done was nothings short of amazing.

There was a chinking sound and he realized he dropped his new gold.

" Blast."

" I got it!" She cheerfully went to bend over and collect the gold items.

" STOP! Don't you dare!" He pointed one claw at her " Leave it lass I'll get it I don't want you bending over or doing any heavy lifting."

She crossed her arms and gave him a look which promised annoyance could soon follow.

Luckily he had learned in the last 5 years with her. He turned back to study his throne, There was a lush green field of moss in front of them going down the steps giving it cheerful green color. That matched some hanging tapestry with scenes from the past when the fae held sway over the world.

" This is beautiful lass! Why I feel like a king in me own castle!" He went up the steps pleased to see they weren't steep and settled into the throne leaned on the armrest and noticed a stone slab next to him perfect for drinks and potatoes and gold. He cackled and waved his hand producing a bottle of Irish Whiskey and two glasses.

" Come up come up my queen have a drink with me!" She stepped eagerly up and settled back into her seat and he saw he had been correct. It was made so she could lean comfortably. She'd be able to suckle the lads here among other things.

She took her cup and drunk it down and then she smiled at him arching a brow.

" You kicked ass? "

" I did lass I did." He cackled. "More gold for us and the O' Darby's were as pissed as can be to see little ol me!" He laughed again taking another drink. " Next time though I'm bringing my bride!"

" Husband? "

He looked at her expectantly " Yes my love? "

" What's your name? "

" My name? " He arched a brow. He couldn't remember the last time anyone asked his name. Actually he frowned he wasn't even sure he could remember his name.

She had taken his hat off and was running her fingers through his long fiery hair. He was getting a widow's peak but he hadn't started to turn gray yet as he still had a fine amount of years before him.

" Uh...my name...let me think lass..." She had slipped one hand down to his coat sliding her fingers under to his silk shirt beneath. She was distracting him blast it.

" Let's see...I know I'm an O' Darby..."

She leaned forward and to his shock she bit off one of his buttons and spit it towards the gold on the floor.

" Hey! Blast it lass those are gold ... what the devil are ye doing?!"

Another button bounced cheerfully to the pile.

" Your name? " She leaned over and and making sure he could see she licked his last button before sucking it into her mouth. He grunted. Well this wasn't going to help him with his name he was loosing all the blood to his head for one thing.

" Uh yes yes...me name..."

She spread his jacket open and slid it almost off his broad shoulders. She slid her hand up under his shirt pushing it up. He might have a small gut on him, well what leprechaun didn't with their love of whiskey but he had strong arms and legs and a broad well muscled chest carefully sprinkled with fine hair.

His pants where buttoned too with two gold buttons. He mentally began counting. 1...2...3... yup there went another button.

" Mebbe ye should name me lass." he was gripping the new armrest. Now he knew why the one on her side was so short. She didn't have to lean over anything to reach him.

The last button went. She brought her head up and looked at him smirking as she reached in with one strong hand to grip him. He was as always amazed that someone who had gripped so many weapons had such soft skin.

" I can't name you, I'm busy with Billy..." She chuckled amused before dropping her head back into his lap.

He leaned his head back and sighed with ecstasy. Who really gave a damn what his name was anyway?

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