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As it says in the summary, this is a sequel to What the Fairy? which should be read first.

Warning: Some characters may be slightly OOC, but remember that it is a crack/fantasy story.

There will be some Gaelic spoken throughout the story. Translations are provided at the end of the story.

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Brian and Justin were out walking hand-in-hand along Liberty Avenue after spending a few days getting to know each other at the loft. Now that the nearly ten-year curse of being a fairy had been broken, Justin needed to rebuild his life as a human and reacclimate into society. Brian, having taken a week off from work to spend quality time with the gorgeous young man, wanted to do everything he could to make Justin feel human again and decided to take him window shopping. They went out during the daytime when it was bright and less crowded.

When they walked by Stag Shop, Justin’s eyes bugged out. Brian noticed and dragged him inside.

“We could introduce some toys into the bedroom,” Brian said, trying to hold back his excitement at his blond’s enthusiasm so he wouldn’t scare him. “Get whatever you like.”

“I don’t even know what a lot of this stuff is or what you do with it,” Justin replied uneasily, as he was still getting used to being a sexual person after such a long drought.

Kissing Justin’s temple, Brian whispered, “Mo chroi, I will gladly demonstrate anything you want to try. Come on, let’s find some new toys.”

Justin walked through the aisles of the well-stocked adult entertainment store and selected a few things. Brian was very impressed with his choices. He still had three more days off from the office and they apparently would be educational ones.

Brian and Justin later walked into the diner for lunch. Brian hoped that the gang would not be there, but he quickly found them at their usual booth. He had been avoiding introducing Justin to his friends, but since he had every intention of making the blond a permanent part of his life, he knew he had to bite the bullet.

As soon as they had walked in the door, Michael started in. “Brian, what are you doing with this thing? I have been calling you for days and you won’t pick up your phone. What has he done to you?”

Michael’s mother Debbie, who was working her shift as the Liberty Diner’s favorite waitress, looked at him curiously. “Michael, what are you screeching about?”

“Ma, call Carl. This is the fucker I told you about, the one that attacked me the other day at the loft!” Michael yelled, pointing at Justin. “It just appeared out of thin air. It’s some kind of alien and has done something to Brian. It brainwashed him or something. Hurry up, call Carl and tell him to bring help! We need to get this thing out of here.”

Meanwhile, Justin was standing next to Brian and smiling brightly at Debbie.

“Michael, what the fuck has gotten into you?” she asked her son, looking at him as if he had grown a second head. “Brian certainly doesn’t look like he is in any sort of distress and this gorgeous ray of sunshine doesn’t look like any kind of alien.”

Debbie then turned to Brian. “Since I’m pretty sure that this new fellow you have brought in here is not an alien who has taken over your brain, would you like to introduce him?”

“Deb, Theodore, Emmett, this is Justin. He is, for a lack of a better term, ‘mo anam cara.’ That’s all I’m saying for now,” Brian answered happily.

Justin was blinking back happy tears at hearing Brian call him “my soul mate.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Michael snapped. “Those aren’t even real words, asshole!”

Brian looked back at his friend in disgust. “Michael, if you had been paying attention, you would have noticed that I was not directing any of my comments to you. Yes, they are real words asshole, just not English.”

Choosing an empty booth away from the disapproving man, Brian sat down and pulled Justin up against his side. He wanted to stay as close to his favorite former fairy as possible.

“You are mo anam cara, you know,” Brian said before softly kissing his lover’s plump pink lips.

Emmett appeared at the table a few minutes later and asked Brian if he could join them.

“Sure, have a seat,” Brian answered the tall man. “Justin, this is Emmett Honeycutt. He’s a gossip and a flaming queen, but he’s okay in small doses.”

Emmett sat across from them and gave Justin a smile. “Brian, I won’t ask you to translate what you said - mostly because it already made Baby here blush - but that was Gaelic, right? I know you’re of Irish heritage.”

“Yes, it’s Gaelic. My grandmother used to speak it to me when I was a kid. Justin has spent some time in Ireland and speaks Gaelic fluently. Hearing him speak it brought it right back to me.”

Emmett stared at the two men, who were looking into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people in the world. He had never seen Brian so taken with someone before and didn’t even know how it was possible.

“How did you guys meet, by the way?” he asked curiously.

“He just appeared one day, as if something out of a fairy tale,” Brian said whimsically. “I wasn’t even looking for him, but there he was.”

Always a romantic, Emmett put his hand over his heart. “That’s usually how it works - love comes when you least expect it.”

Meanwhile, Michael followed his mother into the kitchen.

“Ma, you have to listen to me,” he insisted. “I really think Brian is in some kind of danger. I was at the loft the other night talking to him about going out to Babylon. He was acting kind of weird, and then I got stung in the neck by a bee or something, then there was this bright light, and it appeared out of nowhere in nothing but a green Speedo. When it happened, it told me to leave. Brian couldn’t do anything, like he couldn’t even move. I was terrified, so I left because I didn’t want it to hurt me. Now Brian is acting like some kind of a pod person. Ma, you have to see that he is not acting like himself, speaking in some alien language. We have to help him. That thing won’t let me near Brian, so you have to get him alone and see what is wrong with him. Please, Ma.”

With Michael having finally finished with his nonsense, Debbie looked at him and shook her head. “You really shouldn’t put those funny white powders up your nose, Honey. I did my share of experimenting in my day, but they’re obviously frying your brain.”

“It’s not drugs, Ma! Sure, I do them from time to time, but…”

Debbie knew her son would never leave this alone if she didn’t at least play along. She brought out some food to one of her tables before asking Brian if she could speak with him for a minute.

“I’ll sit here and talk to Emmett,” the blond told him.

Brian followed Debbie outside to one of the rainbow-painted benches in front of the restaurant. “What’s up, Deb?” he asked, knowing it had to be about Michael, as usual.

Debbie scooted closer to him and spoke in a hushed tone. “First of all, I never expected you to walk in here with a guy on your arm. I’m shocked, but very happy for you. He’s a cutie, but I know you’d only choose the best.”

“It’s only been a few days, but I think I’ve finally met my match,” Brian admitted. “Justin is very special to me and I never thought I could feel this way about someone. I’m in love.”

“I can see that. This is obviously very disturbing to Michael and he’s created some elaborate story in his head to explain it. I’m worried about him… do you think we need to stage some kind of intervention or send him to a shrink?”

Brian chuckled, knowing that he had to lie in order to cover up Justin’s sudden appearance in his life and his transformation into a human, which Michael had unfortunately witnessed. He hated having to do it, but his main priority was protecting Justin. He knew that no one would believe the truth and would think they were the crazy ones. He would eventually talk to Michael and make him stop telling everyone what he saw.

“I introduced Justin to him at the loft the other night and he practically ran out screaming. Justin was there the whole time, and if Michael didn’t notice him it was probably because he only sees what he wants to see. If he is truly my friend, he’ll be happy for me and accept Justin as a part of my life. Michael needs to stop reading so many comic books. Now, my partner is waiting for me and I’m going back to be with him.”

He hoped that would be enough to quell the woman’s fears.

Back inside, Michael was waiting for his mother. “What did he say?” he asked her impatiently.

Debbie looked at her son and tried her best to pacify him. “Brian is fine and he is extremely happy, happier than I’ve ever seen him. It doesn’t sound like this new guy of his is going anywhere, so you’d better get used to him. I don’t know what to make of your little story, but you obviously weren’t in your right mind that night.”

“I know what I saw, Ma! He’s some kind of alien or magical creature!” Michael yelled, not caring that everyone was looking at him.

All she could do was shake her head before going over to the new happy couple to take their food order.

***************

Brian and Justin were walking in the park the following day. Justin wanted to be out enjoying nature, something he had done often when he was a fairy. As they were walking along a dirt pathway, Justin glanced around and found someone he never thought he would see again.

Daphne Chanders locked eyes with her best friend, the young man who had vanished from the Dublin airport nearly ten years before and was declared legally dead seven years later. She had been jogging and never expected to receive the shock of her life in the middle of a park.

As Daphne stood there staring at Justin with all of the fear, worry, and mourning she had felt since his disappearance rushing over her, she began to faint. Justin rushed to catch her before she hit the ground, clearing over fifty feet in less than a second despite no longer having his fairy wings to fly.

Daphne was out cold. Justin gently laid her on the grass as Brian ran over to join them.

“Holy shit, how the hell did you do that?” Brian asked, hoping that no one around them saw his blond’s feat of speed. “Who is this girl?”

“My best friend Daphne, remember me telling you about her? I hadn’t even thought to see if she was still living in Pittsburgh. She always said that she was going to move somewhere without snow after college. As for how I got to her so fast, I have no idea. Maybe I still have some of my abilities left over from when I was Julep.”

Daphne was coming around and looked up at her friend’s face. “Justin, is it really you?”

“Yes Daph, it’s really me. I’m alive and well,” he answered tearfully as he helped her stand back up.

“But, how… what…? I don’t even know what to ask. Where the fuck have you been? We all thought you were dead! We had a funeral!”

“Well, it’s a long story… How about you come to our place and we’ll talk? This is my partner Brian, by the way.”

The brunet stuck his hand out to the baffled young lady and she shook it warily.

“You damned well better explain and it’d better be good!” Daphne yelled at her friend. “Ten years Justin, ten fucking years!”

There were a few people looking in their direction, so Brian wanted to move this little reunion to somewhere more private. “How about the three of us go to our place, huh?”

Daphne put her hand up in a stop motion. “Hold on. Justin, does he have anything to do with why you disappeared?”

Justin stepped closer to his partner. “No, Brian had nothing to do with it, I promise. We haven’t known each other that long, but he does have a lot to do with why I’m here now.”

Once they arrived at the loft, Brian sat on the couch with Justin curled up at his side and Daphne sat in a chair adjacent to them.

Justin began by taking a deep breath. “Alright, what I’m about to tell you sounds completely unbelievable. If it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it.”

“And if I hadn’t seen it happen with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it, either,” Brian added.

Justin spent the next hour explaining to Daphne what had happened in Ireland, how he had been cursed as a fairy after stealing the innocence of the son of a evil witch. Daphne was very skeptical at first, almost walking out of the loft at hearing what could only be described as a something out of a story book, but the men convinced her to stay to hear the whole thing. Justin told her about his various adventures in Ireland and how he thought he’d have to spend the rest of his life stuck as fairy.

Justin and Brian then told Daphne how Brian’s love had brought him back to human form. Daphne’s eyes filled with tears at the realization that without Brian, she never would have seen her best friend again. She got up and hugged Brian, thanking him for bringing her best friend home.

“How are you going to get your life back?” Daphne asked. “As far as the world is concerned, you’re dead. I mean, what are you supposed to tell people? No one else will believe this… I’m not even sure I fully believe it, but I don’t know what other explanation there could be. The police thought you were kidnapped and either killed or sold into some human trafficking ring. I never wanted to imagine something so awful happening to someone I loved. You can’t just stay locked up in this apartment for the rest of your life, as nice as it is.”

“We’re still trying to figure that out,” Justin said. “We’ve already had to lie to Brian’s friends to explain my existence. None of them know who I really am; I’m just some guy that Brian is seeing. Luckily no one has recognized me from the pictures the media put out after my disappearance. I haven’t even called my parent’s yet. I have no idea what to say to them.”

Daphne’s face fell as she realized that he didn’t know. “Justin, oh God... I’m so sorry, but your sister and your parents were all killed in a car accident soon after you were declared dead.”

“What?” he asked, tears immediately pouring from his eyes.

“According to the police report, your father was driving the three of them on Highway 19 one evening and turned in front of a semi truck. They don’t know if he lost control or what, but they all died instantly. It’s been almost three years.”

Hearing that his family was gone, Justin turned to Brian and sobbed on his chest. Brian held his partner, offering whatever strength and comfort he could to the man he had fallen so in love with.

Daphne joined the men on the couch and rubbed Justin’s back. “Hey, you still have me. Now that you’re back, I’m never letting you go again.”

Justin gathered his best friend in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Daph. I wanted to somehow reach out to you through all these years, but I couldn’t.”

“It’s not your fault. Sure, you could have been a little nicer to that guy you fucked, but how the hell were you to know that his mother was an evil witch who could curse you to be a fairy for eternity?”

The three of them laughed at the absurdity of it all, true as it may have been.

***************

Justin spent the following day moping around the loft. He was glad to have Daphne back in his life, but he was sad about the loss of his sister Molly and their parents.

He and Molly had not been terribly close, mostly due to their ten year age difference, but he had still loved her. It broke his heart that she was taken from this world before she had gotten the chance to experience life.

Prior to leaving for his European trip with Daphne, his relationship with his father had been strained. Craig wanted his son to follow in his footsteps by attending Dartmouth College, earning an MBA, and taking over the family electronics store. Justin had dreams of being an artist but caved to Craig’s demands by planning to attend Dartmouth after returning from his trip.

Justin was most upset over the death of his mother, whom he had been extremely close with his entire childhood. He was an unashamed mama’s boy and regarded Jennifer as a saint. After he had been cursed, he missed her the most and worried about how she coped with her son vanishing. He would give anything to see her one more time and tell her how much he loved her.

Brian wanted to cheer Justin up by taking him out and buying him new clothes. Justin had so far been wearing some of Brian’s old clothes that he had outgrown in college but had been hoarding in the storage area of the building’s basement. Justin really didn’t want to go out in public and asked Brian if he didn’t mind shopping for him. Brian, the shopping queen, happily offered to do so.

Justin had been alone for a few minutes after Brian left when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Dia dhuit, Julep,” the woman said in a thick Irish accent.

Justin turned around and found Aoife, the witch he had met at the magic shop in west Ireland, sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island.

“Aoife!” Justin called out, walking over to the gorgeous redhead and wrapping his arms around her.

“Oh my, it’s certainly different to see you now that that you’re mortal,” she remarked. “You’re taller than I thought you’d be.”

Justin chuckled, finding that he was at least six inches taller than the petite woman. “What are you doing here? I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Aileen sent me,” she answered, referring to Brian’s grandmother from the Otherworld. “She knows that you found Brian and that he broke the spell. She is very, very happy about that, but she also knows that there is trouble a-brewing and wants me to help.”

“What trouble?” he asked curiously.

“There is a man creating problems for you and Brian, threatening your love. Contúirteacha.”

He nodded. “His best friend Michael. He was here when I changed from a fairy into a human and he’s telling people what he saw. I guess I don’t blame him, since I’m sure it was quite a thing to see. No one seems to believe him, but he’s convinced that I’m going to hurt Brian. Even if he hadn’t seen me change, he would probably feel threatened by my being with Brian. He’s held a candle for him since they were teenagers.”

“Well, we can’t let him come between the two of you,” Aoife said sternly. “Your love is eternal. Aileen would be much displeased if someone destroyed it.”

“Can’t have that,” Justin agreed, recalling the feisty old woman who he adored and missed.

Aoife took a silver Claddagh ring off of her right middle finger and handed it to Justin.

“You can use this to summon me if you need my help,” she said to him. “Rub your finger over the surface and I will come to you immediately.”

Justin slid the ring onto his right pinky, finding it fit him well.

“What if I just want to visit with my friend?” he asked with a big smile.

Aoife gave him another hug and kissed his cheek. “That’ll be acceptable, too, mo chara. I must go now. Seachain an weasel.”

Within the blink of an eye, she was gone.

“Beware of the weasel?” Justin questioned in the empty loft.

Brian came home a couple of hours later with shopping bags from Armani Collezioni, Michael Kors, and J Crew. He had found several outfits for his sexy twink to wear and made him model them for him, each item fitting Justin nicely and showing off his assets. Everything would be sent out to wash along with Brian’s laundry the next day, so Justin once again found himself with nothing of his own to wear.

Since his blond was now once again conveniently naked, Brian figured he would take advantage of the situation. After making sure the door was securely locked and the phones were turned off, Brian went to the dresser to retrieve some of their new toys from the bottom drawer.

Justin laid down on the bed and started stroking his rapidly expanding cock while taking in what Brian was placing on the bed. A string of anal beads, a vibrating cock ring, a bottle of lube, and a silk scarf.

“Do you trust me?” Brian asked.

“Always,” Justin answered immediately.

Brian tied the scarf around Justin’s wrists and raised them above his head so he couldn’t touch himself or Brian.

“Keep these here, mo chroi,” he ordered, his voice husky.

He leaned down and kissed Justin, thoroughly exploring the younger man’s mouth with his tongue.

“If you are uncomfortable with anything I’m doing, just let me know, promise me,” Brian instructed.

“Mo grá, I trust you with my life. I know you only want to give me pleasure.”

Brian nipped at Justin’s neck, licking to sooth the sting. He moved on down to his nipples, sucking them into hard little pebble points. By the time Brian got to his bellybutton, Justin was straining to get more contact between their bodies. Brian was kneeling to the side, loving the reaction he was getting to his ministrations.

“More,” the blond begged.

“Soon,” Brian answered as he lubed up the beads.

He placed a pillow under Justin’s bubble butt and pushed the blond’s knees up. Slowly he inserted the beads into Justin’s ass, one by one. The beads got slightly bigger in circumference as the string disappeared inside of him.

Justin was moaning and wiggling around, loving being filled after never bottoming before meeting Brian. Once all the beads were inside, he started rocking his hips. His cock was purple and leaking precum all over his belly.

Brian leaned forward, licking the puddle while avoiding touching the straining appendage.

“Oh, Brian, please...  please touch me,” Justin begged between breaths.

“I am touching you, mo chroi,” he answered, smiling down at his lover evilly. “What do you want?”

Justin groaned. “My cock, Brian… please. I want you to suck me.”

After hearing the specific request, Brian swallowed Justin’s cock and slowly started pulling out the beads. The blond spewed into Brian’s throat, the action prolonged by the removal of the beads, creating additional waves of pleasure.

Once Justin seemed to be empty, Brian shared some saved cum with him. Justin never thought he’d enjoy the taste of himself, but licking it off of Brian’s tongue was more erotic than he thought possible.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come again,” Justin said.

“We’ll see about that,” Brian told his lover, taking that as a challenge as he turned him over and pulled him up to his knees.

Putting a condom and the vibrating cock ring on himself, Brian entered the wet and waiting hole of the man he loved. Once he was fully inside, he turned on the vibrations.

Justin moaned and pushed back eagerly, loving the vibrations against his balls and the rim of his sensitive hole. They started rocking together in what had become their own familiar rhythm. Brian knew that he would not be able to last very long, he was already so turned on just from the feel and taste of his man. Justin was not far behind despite having just come buckets.

When the strain of holding off became too much, Brian grabbed Justin’s hips tightly and pounded against his prostate. The lovers came together, shouting their love for each other.

Justin laid in the puddle he had created as he caught his breath. “Okay… so I was wrong.”

***************

Brian and Justin were lounging lazily in bed following their lovemaking when there was a persistent knock at the door.

“Briiiiaaaaan!” came the unmistakable sound of Michael. “I see the Jeep parked outside, so I know you’re in there! You won’t answer the phone, so here I am! I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

“Shit,” the man in question growled, throwing on a pair of sweats. He would rather not answer, but he knew Michael would stay true to his threat and wouldn’t give up otherwise.

Brian yanked the door open and glared at his friend. “Yes, Michael? To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Michael practically shoved Brian out of the way and walked in. He stalked around the loft like a starving animal on a scent. “Where is he? I know he’s here.”

Justin walked down the short stairway a moment later in another pair of Brian’s sweats.

Michael looked between both bare-chested men. “Jesus, do you two do anything other than fuck? It smells like the backroom at Babylon in here.”

Brian walked over and protectively wrapped his arms around his partner from behind. “No, in fact, we don’t fuck. Morning, noon, and night, we make love.”

He punctuated his statement by cupping Justin’s package over his pants and kissing his neck, gaining a low moan from the blond.

“We’d like to get back to it, so what do you want?”

Michael pointed at Justin. “I want that gone. I don’t know what he is, where he came from, or what he’s doing here, but he needs to go. I know what I saw in here the other night and unless he leaves, I’m going to the police.”

“And tell them what? You saw a man appear out of thin air?” Brian said with a snort, although he knew that was exactly what Michael had seen. “They’ll think you’re nuts. Your mom doesn’t even believe you and her imagination is almost as wild as yours. Where Justin came from doesn’t matter, because he’s here to stay. He’s mo cinniúint.”

Michael set his shoulders and looked directly into Justin’s blue eyes. “This is your final warning. You leave now or I’m-”

Justin reluctantly pulled away from Brian’s embrace and walked toward the hostile man, who stumbled back. Despite his bravado, Michael was obviously afraid of him.

“I’m not going anywhere, you little weasel,” Justin informed him. “I love Brian and he loves me. He’s my destiny, too.”

Michael looked at Brian in disgust. “Seriously? How can you stand here and listen to this? You don’t believe in love, commitment, or any of that romantic horseshit. What the fuck did he do to you?”

“What you could never do, Michael. He showed me how good I am, what I’m worth. He loves me for the man I am, not the man he imagines me to be or wants me to be. You’ve existed under the assumption that with my lifestyle, I’d never find someone I could actually settle down with, which allowed you to live without having me as yours. Now that I have someone, you can’t handle it. Well, that’s just too damned bad.”

Justin put his arm around Brian’s slender waist, claiming him in front of the enemy to their future.

Michael’s mouth puckered angrily before he lunged toward Brian, as if to physically remove him from the intruding creature’s grasp. Before he could make contact, Justin put up his hands to stop him. Michael suddenly went flying through the air, doing a backwards somersault before he hit the floor.

Brian and Justin both stood there in shock, Michael gasping as if the wind was knocked out of him.

“What the… what the fuck?” he whimpered before bringing himself to his feet and running out the door, his shoes pounding on the steps.

Brian turned to look at the smaller man beside him. “Apparently, you still have more than one of your powers.”

“You think?” Justin sarcastically agreed.

******************

Michael headed to the police station to tell his Mom’s boyfriend Carl that Justin had assaulted him. He had bruises on his back from falling on the floor as well a black eye, which he claimed he sustained from Justin punching him.

“Brian just stood there and let him do it!” Michael yelled as Carl took notes.

“This is the one who you claim is an alien?” the old cop asked, having heard the story the previous day from Debbie.

“Yes, there is something going on with him, I know it!” he insisted. “Look at what he did to me! He literally threw me across the room like I was a rag doll. He’s going to hurt Brian next if we don’t do something!”

Prior to Michael coming to see him, Carl had agreed with Debbie that her son must have been going through some kind of psychotic episode in response to Brian getting a boyfriend, which was worrying her quite a bit. He hoped that it would work itself out so Debbie could relax. Since Michael was filing a criminal complaint and had injuries, Carl had to go and follow up.

Leaving his partner behind at the station, Carl went to the loft and found Brian and Justin watching a movie.

“Hey Carl, what’s up?” Brian asked at the door. He couldn’t believe that Michael had actually followed up with his threat to get the police involved.

From Michael’s description of the attack, Carl expected to see a mess at the loft but found nothing out of place. Brian seemed genuinely surprised to see Carl there.

“Michael came down to the station and filed a complaint. He said that your boyfriend Justin assaulted him, and you just stood by and did nothing.”

Justin had walked over to the door by this point. “Officer, I never touched him.”

Carl looked at the young blond up and down, seeing that he appeared normal and relatively harmless. He certainly did not look as if he’d just been in a fistfight.

“He has bruises and a black eye,” Carl informed them.

Brian couldn’t help but get upset. “Carl, number one, Justin is my partner. Number two, Michael barged into our home, screaming at us and insulting Justin. Justin raised his hands from ten feet away from Michael, and Michael tripped and fell backwards. He then got up and ran out. Justin never touched him, so I have no idea how he could have gotten a black eye.”

“Okay, I need to see some ID from Justin,” Carl requested, wanting to write his report and leave.

“I don’t exactly have any right now, sir,” Justin said uneasily, seeing that a can of worms was about to be opened.

Carl hoped to do the interview at the loft before going to see how Debbie wanted him to deal with the situation, but Justin’s lack of identification was going to make that impossible. “I’m going to need both of you to come to the station so we can get this straightened out.”

“We’ll get dressed and meet you at the station. Will that be alright?” Brian asked.

“Sure, just get there as soon as you can.”

After Carl had descended down the elevator, Brian turned and saw his lover shaking and crying He reached out to comfort him. “It will be fine mo chroi, we’ll go down and straighten this mess out.”

“No, it won’t be fine. They’ll figure out who I am and then I’ll have a million questions to answer. I can’t tell them the truth. Daphne hardly even believes me and she was my best friend since grade school.”

They went to the police station a half an hour later and were immediately separated for questioning. Justin sat across from Carl’s desk as the old cop typed on his computer.

“What was your social security number again?” Carl asked curiously, disturbed by what his computer was telling him.

Justin sighed. “It was correct the first time I told you.”

Carl rubbed his hand over his brow. “It says here that the person with this SSN is dead.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Justin confirmed.

He soon found himself telling the story that he and Brian had been cooking up for the inevitable reveal of who he really was. It made him sound like an awful person, but they couldn’t think of anything else that made sense or wouldn’t have reopened an investigation.

“I was having some trouble with my dad,” Justin began, telling the truth. “He had pressured me into going to Dartmouth instead of art school like I wanted. I was also terrified that he’d find out I’m gay, that he’d disown me. As a graduation gift, I was traveling around Europe with a friend.”

The rest of his story was a lie. He claimed at some point during his trip, he decided that he wasn’t going home and met someone who offered to hide him.

“I spent the next decade living in Ireland under an assumed identity. I met Brian online about a month ago and decided to come back here to be with him.”

Carl was looking at old news stories on his computer. “Multiple agencies spent years looking for you. Irish police, the Irish Army, Interpol, the FBI. Thousands of volunteers searched the area where you vanished. Your parents offered a one million dollar reward for your return and spent months in Ireland during the initial search. They died just a few days after you were declared legally dead three years ago.”

Justin couldn’t help but cry as he thought about his dead family. “I know, I kept up with the news stories about me. I just found about about my parents and sister dying yesterday.”

“Why did you never come forward until now? Why stay gone for so many years?” Carl asked, genuinely wanting to know how someone could do something like that.

Justin recalled his interaction with the witch who had put the curse on him, who said he’d be a fairy for eternity if he tried to reach out to anyone. “I just couldn’t… you wouldn’t understand. I came home for love after being alone for so long.”

***************

Brian and Justin finally got home from the police station late the next morning. Justin spent hours being questioned by numerous law enforcement officials about his disappearance. The supposed assault on Michael quickly fell to the wayside. Fingerprints that had been previously collected from the Taylor home were positively matched with Justin, confirming he was indeed the missing teen.

Local media swarmed outside of the police station after hearing that the assumed-dead man was alive and in Pittsburgh and were waiting for him when the police finally let him go. Brian had loudly informed them all that Justin would not be granting interviews.

They were able to nap for a few hours before being rudely awakened by a knock at the door. Police had been posted outside of the loft all day due to media following Brian’s Jeep after leaving the station. No one was supposed to be allowed into the building minus other tenants, so they had no idea who it could have been.

It turned out to be Michael there to gloat, being allowed in by one of the officers outside who knew he was friends with Brian.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Brian asked angrily as Michael strolled in.

“I was right!” he said smugly. “I knew something was weird about that guy.”

“You thought he appeared out of thin air,” Brian reminded him, not mentioning that Michael actually had been right, in a way.

Justin walked into the living room after hearing the exchange.

“You stay the fuck away from me!” Michael screamed at him, putting his hands up defensively. “I don’t know how the hell you threw me across the room without even touching me, but-”

“How’d you get the black eye, Mikey?” Brian interrupted.

He shrugged. “Slammed my face into the door downstairs before I went to the police station last night. I had to make it look more convincing so Carl would listen to me.”

“Wow,” Brian said, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t matter now. Thanks to your little friend, I’m going to be rich.”

“How?” Justin asked, wanting to throw Michael across the room again but unsure if he could even summon his powers when he wanted to.

“The street is filled with media right now. People pay for these types of stories and they’ll want to hear what I have to say about you. If I hadn’t turned you into the police, no one would know who you really are.”

Justin took some deep breaths before running a finger over his Claddagh ring. Aoife showed up a few moments later, right next to Michael.

“Aahhh!” Michael screamed, nearly falling over at finding their visitor standing beside him.

Brian was quite surprised himself. “Uh, Justin, do you want to introduce me to your friend?”

“I already know who you are, Dathúil. Aileen has told me all about you,” Aoife said.

“What the fuck, now there are two of them?” Michael shrieked.

Justin held his hand out to the beautiful witch. “Brian, you remember Aoife, my friend from Ireland?”

“Of course,” Brian said.

“Brian!” Michael yelled, walking towards him.

Aoife looked at the man and curled her lip in disgust. “Ugh, you’re annoying me already, you weasel.”

The witch then pointed at Michael, a bolt of white light shooting out of her fingertip. Within an instant, Michael was transformed into an actual weasel.

Aoife tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. “Anyway…”

Brian and Justin both stared down at the brown-furred animal, who was perched on his hind legs and squeaking.

“I have been waiting since last night for you to call for me. You’ve found yourself in a heap of trouble, thanks to this nasty animal,” Aoife said to Justin.

“Is there anything you can do to reverse this, like go back in time or make everyone forget?” he asked her, not knowing how powerful the witch was.

“I’m sorry, mo chara, I can’t,” she said sadly. “But there are benefits to having your identity back.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Like what, I can be followed around by the media forever?”

“No, mo chara, your being alive will be old news soon. You are now very wealthy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your parents had large life insurance policies and you are their only living heir. I know you would rather have your parents and sister back, but you will soon find yourself with a lot of money. Your father had a ten million dollar policy and your mother had five million. The proceeds of your family’s store are also sitting in a trust account, which will now go to you.”

Justin was shocked.

Weasel Michael started clawing at Brian’s leg, trying to get his attention.

“Ow, you’re scratching me, asshole!” Brian yelled at him.

“What should we do about him?” Justin asked his partner.

The weasel turned to him and squeaked.

“You’re not sorry,” Justin said.

Michael squeaked and chittered some more, sounding insistent.

“Bullshit, you are not!” Justin yelled. “My life is now a front-page news story and you just said you plan to profit off of it!”

“I’m really not a party to this,” Aoife said. “I’ll let you boys talk. Let me know when you’ve come to an understanding, if you want him changed back at all. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. They do sell cages for them.”

The witch then vanished, leaving Brian and Justin alone with the varmint.

Brian shuffled his feet, not sure what to do. “Are we supposed to keep him as a pet or something? What do we feed him?”

Weasel Michael did some more squeaking.

“Is he actually talking?” Brian asked Justin.

“When is he not talking?” Justin cracked.

Brian chuckled. “Touche, but can you understand him?”

“Remember when we were talking about my powers, when I was a fairy? I was able to communicate with animals.”

“I specifically recall a gambling skunk friend of yours,” Brian said.

“Yep, good old Willie. I wonder what he’s up to these days… Add talking to animals to the list of powers I didn’t lose when I changed back to human.”

Justin sat down on the floor and started a conversation with the weasel. Instead of talking, Justin began to make squeaking and chittering noises in his throat, sounding exactly like Michael did.

“Uh…” Brian said, tilting his head in curiosity.

“He can’t understand me unless I speak Weasel,” Justin said with complete seriousness.

Brian could only take a seat on the couch and watch in amazement for several minutes as his best friend and the love of his life came to some kind of agreement in Weasel-talk.

Justin gathered up the weasel in his arms and carried him over to Brian.

“Alright, it’s settled. I told him the truth about my fairy past. He won’t tell anyone about me or about Aoife. He promised not to cause any more trouble for us as long as I don’t hurt you, either physically or emotionally. I assured him that I don’t have the power to physically hurt you; the opposite is true, I only seem to be able to defend you with the power the Mother Goddess gave me before I flew here to break the spell. I promised to take great care of you in every other way and he’s giving us his blessing.”

Brian looked into the weasel’s beady brown eyes. “Really?”

“Under this oily fur is a heart somewhere,” Justin said as he ran his hand down Michael’s back. “He agrees that he was being an asshole, but he was just trying to get back at me for stealing you from him. He now admits that you were never his in the first place and he only wants you to be happy.”

Michael squeaked.

“And he wants me to bring Aoife back so she can turn him back into Michael.”

“If you must,” Brian said, hoping that his friend learned his lesson from his time as a woodland creature.

Justin sat Michael back on the floor and rubbed across his ring again. Aoife reappeared soon after.

“Did you boys kiss and make up?”

“We didn’t kiss, ewww, but we’ve come to an understanding.”

“Do I have to change him back?” Aoife asked, not sounding very enthused by the idea.

Brian got up and walked over to them. “Yeah, I don’t know how I’d explain it to his mother if we just left him like this.”

“Oh, hold on,” Justin said before Aoife did her thing. “Do you know how many of my fairy powers I’ve kept? I seemed to have held onto a few, along with the power to defend Brian.”

“I didn’t place the spell on you, so I have no way of knowing. Apparently the witch who did was a bit careless and allowed you to maintain some of your powers despite reverting back to mortal form. Things can go awry when casting bad spells with a possible eternity attached to them.”

“Yeah, she didn’t seem to put a lot of thought into what she was doing to me,” Justin agreed.

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Aoife said.

Brian barked out a laugh. “Did you just quote Uncle Ben from Spiderman?”

“Hey, witches can be comic book nerds, too,” the witch informed him.

Aoife then pointed at Michael, changing him back into his human self.

“Speaking of comic book nerds,” Brian said, smiling at his friend. “Are you okay, you little asshole?”

Michael rubbed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Are you going to be a good boy?” Aoife asked Michael, speaking to him in an imposing tone.

Michael nodded rapidly, not daring to mess with Justin or piss off his powerful friend again.

“Good, you may go now,” the witch said to him. “I need to have a talk with Julep and his beloved.”

Michael didn’t have to be told twice, running out of the loft and shutting the door behind himself.

Aoife then walked over to Brian and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“This is from Aileen,” she said.

Brian returned her hug, tears forming in his eyes. “Justin said you’re friends with her, that she lives on some heavenly island off the coast of Ireland.”

“I was just with her. She is so proud of you, Brian. In fact, she wants to tell you herself.”

Brian looked at Aoife in surprise. “She can come here?”

“Not physically, but in spirit. I haven’t conducted a seance in years, but I’m sure I can do it successfully again, especially since we’re all close with Aileen.”

“Let’s get started, then!” Justin said excitedly, looking forward to speaking with the woman who was instrumental in getting him and Brian together.

“Hold on, we have to prepare first. We need something physical here on Earth that will connect us with Aileen, a gift that has meaning to someone she loves. Brian, is there a certain food that your grandmother would prepare for you when you were a child?”

Brian thought about it. “Yeah, there was this thing she used to make with nearly every meal that was mashed potatoes with cabbage.”

“Colcannon,” Aoife said. “Did she teach you how to make it?”

“I could probably remember how.”

Aoife walked over to the kitchen counter and waved her hand. A bag of brown potatoes, a head of cabbage, a half a pound of fresh butter, and a pitcher of milk appeared.

“Why can’t you just make the finished dish appear?” Justin asked.

“You need to put a little love into it. This is no time to be lazy. You’re lucky you’re not running off to the market, mo chara.”

Brian and Justin spent the next hour making the traditional Irish side dish. Aoife sat at the kitchen island flipping through her family book of spells, which had a section about summoning spirits. She also angrily filed the nail of her pointer finger that broke when she changed Michael back into a human, wishing she had left him a squeaking weasel like many other whiney men who had annoyed her over the years.

Once the colcannon was ready, Brian served three plates of it. They all carried their plates over to the round dining table, which Aoife said was perfect to hold the seance. They turned down the lights and lit three candles, which they placed in the center of the table along with a small bowl of extra colcannon.

“Let’s eat,” Aoife said.

They dug into their potatoes and cabbage, which was actually quite tasty.

“Wow, he can cook,” Justin remarked about his man. “I swore after leaving Ireland I’d never eat potatoes or cabbage again, but this is really good.”

After they finished their food, Aoife said they were ready. She extended her arms out so each man could join hands with her. Brian and Justin then clasped their hands together.

“Okay, boys. To summon Aileen, you must chant with me: Beloved Aileen, we bring you gifts from life into death. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us.”

The three of them chanted the request several times, Aoife eventually falling silent and closing her eyes. Brian and Justin continued to repeat the chant until Aoife opened her eyes and looked at Brian.

“Mo grá,” Aoife said to him, her voice changing to the sound of an elderly Irish woman.

Brian couldn’t speak for several breaths. “Maimeó?”

“A chuisle mo chroí,” she said, smiling. “How I’ve missed you.”

Brian gripped Justin’s and Aoife’s hands tighter.

Aileen, through Aoife, then turned to Justin. “Julep, how are you?”

He smiled at her. “I’m wonderful, Aileen. Thank you so much for sending me to your Brian. I love him so much.”

“I know that you recently found out about your parents and sister,” Aileen said. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you before, but I just couldn’t. I knew it would break your heart if you knew they had passed, especially your dear mother.”

Justin nodded in understanding. “I’m glad you didn’t. The thought of seeing my mother again was all that kept me going most days.”

“I didn’t want you to know how they died, because it is quite tragic,” Aileen said sadly.

“What happened?”

“Your father was driving your mother and sister home from dinner. They were listening to a talk radio station and they started talking about you, how you were recently declared legally dead. Jennifer tried to change the station, because she didn’t want to hear that she would never see her son again. Before she could, it was mentioned how a young man you had a relationship with in the past had given an interview, talking about how you’d been gay. Your father was furious, especially when your mother didn’t deny it. That’s when he got distracted and pulled out in front of that truck.”

Justin had tears pouring down his face, which he couldn’t wipe away since it would break the connection to Aileen. “I came out to my mother a couple months before I was cursed. We knew my father wouldn’t have been able to handle it, so we decided not to tell him.”

“She never lost hope that you were alive out there somewhere. Everyone else had accepted your death, but she could not. Your father insisted on having a funeral for you as an act of closure for the family, which they held the day before their own untimely deaths. Jennifer stood strong, didn’t even allow herself to cry under the belief that you were alive.”

“You’d think living in the same city, I would have heard about them being killed,” Brian said. “I was so caught up in my own life, I didn’t bother to pay attention to what was happening in the world. I was a selfish bastard.”

“No regrets,” Aileen said, echoing the motto that she had passed onto him.

“Are you okay?” Brian whispered to his partner.

Justin nodded, proud of his mother for believing in him despite all the odds.

“Mo garmhac, tell Julep what’s on your mind,” Aileen said to her grandson, her tone no-nonsense. “Ask him now.”

“Justin, mo chroi, mo anam cara, an bpósfaidh tú mé?”  

“What?” Justin asked, although he had understood Brian perfectly.

Brian smiled. “I said: Justin, my heart, my soul mate, will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” Justin happily replied.

Aoife then pulled her hands away from the men, Aileen leaving her. “I believe it’s time for Maimeó and I to take our leave. Comhghairdeas.”

They all stood, the three of them embracing in a group hug with each man whispering thanks for all Aoife had done for them that day.

“Good night, boys,” the witch said, waving before vanishing.

***************

Three months later…

Brian, Justin, and their Pittsburgh family all arrived in Dublin, Ireland for their wedding. The happy couple decided to have the ceremony in Justin’s favorite city and Aileen’s birthplace. The guests that traveled with them were all happy to be there, especially since the grooms were paying for everything.

After the discovery of Justin in Pittsburgh, it became a big news story throughout Ireland that he was alive. He was worried about going back to the place where he had supposedly hidden and evaded being found for a decade, per his story to the police to explain his time as a fairy, but Brian came up with a plan to smooth things over. Justin would have wanted to do it anyway, even without having to cover up his lie.

Justin went on a news program in Dublin and announced his plan to donate five million euros from his parents’ estate to build and fund a homeless shelter for LBGT teens and adults. He also donated ten thousand euros to the Dublin Parks Service to revitalize one of his favorite local parks, which would be renamed “Julep Park” at his request. When asked who Julep was, Justin smiled and said he was a good friend.

A partially cleared area in the Julep Park woods was found to be the perfect place for Brian and Justin’s wedding. Aoife would officiate the ceremony.

Debbie, Carl, Ted, and Emmett stood under a large oak tree with Aoife. Brian and Michael joined them.

“Eww!” Michael yelled, pointing at a furry black and white creature close by. “It’s a fucking skunk! We need to find somewhere else to do this or we’re all in trouble.”

Brian saw the skunk and smiled. “I’m sure as long as we leave Willie alone, we’ll be fine.”

“Willie?” Michael repeated, deciding not to ask for any details.

As Justin walked toward Brian with his best friend Daphne walking beside him, he looked around and a few of his old fairy friends flying around. He was sure that only he could see them.

The grooms joined hands as Aoife began.

“Brian and Justin, today you are surrounded by your loved ones to share in the joy of your love. Let today be a statement of what you mean to each other and the commitment of marriage you will make. Your love for each other in this life is new and pure. Over time it will mature and change, which is how it should be. You two are destined to be together for eternity. You are true anam caras. I will now ask that Brian’s best friend Michael hand me the rings, which are symbols of the love Brian and Justin share.”

Michael cautiously stepped over to Aoife and placed two rings which had Celtic knots carved into them in her hand. Aoife winked at him.

“The perfect circle of the ring symbolizes eternity,” she explained. “The circle has no beginning or end. Justin, place this ring on Brian’s finger with the words ‘I give you this ring as a symbol of my eternal love. Ní fhágfaidh mé choíche thú agus beidh mé dílis duit i gcónaí.”

Justin did so with Brian following him with his ring.

“Brian and Justin have chosen to incorporate the ancient Celtic ritual of handfasting in their wedding ceremony. Handfasting symbolizes the binding together of two people in love - tying the knot. The knot of this binding is not formed by these cords, but by promises that the cords symbolize. Justin’s best friend Daphne is holding thirteen cords, each in a different color to symbolize Brian and Justin’s commitment. Gentleman, please join hands, right to right and left to left.”

The men joined their hands as she had instructed.

Aoife asked, “Brian and Justin, do you promise to always love each other as you build your future together?”

“I do,” they both answered, staring into each other’s eyes.

Daphne handed a red cord to Aoife, which she wound around Brian and Justin’s wrists.

“Do you promise to always encourage each other?”

“I do,” the men answered.

Aoife wound an orange cord around their wrists.

“Do you promise to stay attractive for each other as you progress throughout the years?”

“I do.”

She added a yellow cord.

“Do you promise to always wish each other luck in your endeavors?”

“I do.”

She added a green cord.

“Do you promise to always wish each other a safe journey when you must be apart?”

“I do.”

She added a dark blue cord.

“Do you promise to have patience and understanding for each other?”

“I do.”

She added a light blue cord.

“Do you promise to take care of your husband if he gets sick or injured?”

“I do.”

She added a purple cord.

“Do you promise to provide each other with strength and wisdom?”

“I do.”

She added a black cord.

“Do you promise to be truthful and devoted to each other?”

“I do.”

She added a white cord.

“Do you promise to provide balance for each other when times feel unstable?”

“I do.”

She added a gray cord.

“Do you promise to keep the romance alive?”

“I do.”

She added a pink cord.

“Do you promise to nurture each other’s talents?”

“I do.”

She added a brown cord.

“Do you promise to inspire each other?”

“I do.”

She added a silver cord.

“And finally, do you vow to keep these promises that you have made here today for the rest of your lives?”

“I do.”

She added a gold cord.

“Brian and Justin, on behalf of all of us present and by the strength of your love, I pronounce you married. You may kiss your husband.”

The men locked lips, their first married kiss full of pure love. Their small group of friends clapped for them.

The group had dinner at a very fancy restaurant before going to their hotel. Brian had received his test result a few days before they left for Ireland, but they decided to wait for their wedding night before they threw out the condoms. They wanted to make this night special.

Once they were in their room with the door double locked, Brian and Justin looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. Brian took his husband’s hand in his and led him to the bed. They kissed softly before starting to remove the silk suits they had worn that day. When they were naked, Brian lifted his husband onto the bed, laying him down softly and kissing the soft pink lips.

Brian continued to kiss the alabaster skin of his love, alternating nips with soothing licks. He pinched and bit the blond’s nipples until they were hard. Continuing down, he rimmed Justin’s belly button until he was begging Brian to touch him. Finally Brian licked the precum leaking out of the pink mushroom head of Justin’s cock.

Wanting to use nothing but each other, Brian licked and sucked his husband’s cock until Justin was ready to come. Pulling back, Brian caught the eruption in his hand and used it to open up the tight rosebud that he was finally going to feel with nothing between them. Justin was already hard again and began begging for it.

“Brian please, make love to me, now. I need you inside me.”

Hearing the younger man’s pleas made Brian’s cock throb. He had to grab it and squeeze, or he would never make it all the way in before he shot his load. Lining up his bare cock with his husband’s hole, Brian paused.

“This is it. This is go deo.”

Justin smiled, wanting it to be forever. “Yes mo grá, go deo.”

Brian pushed in slowly, both men moaning loudly at the sensations. Brian felt the smooth, hot, tight walls surrounding him while Justin felt every vein and ridge in Brian huge cock. Starting slowly for Justin to adjust to the stretch was incredible.

“Airíonn tú chomh leas, mo chroi. So hot, so tight,” Brian told his husband.

“I love you so much, Brian. This feels amazing.”

Both men knew that they would not last long this first round, the sensations were so new and breathtaking. Too soon they had to increase the pace, both glowing with a sheen of sweat. When they came, it was while staring into each other’s eyes with tears slowly running down their faces. They stayed locked together until their breathing slowed to normal, separating only when Brian softened too much to stay inside of his man.

After a short rest, Brian turned to his new husband. “I want to know how it feels.”

When Justin started to verbally describe the feeling, Brian put his finger on his lips.

“Don’t tell me, show me.”

Justin’s smile lit up the room. He knew that Brian had never bottomed before and never offered, so the blond never even asked.

He straddled Brian and kissed him with all the love he had for him. He kissed and licked at the bronzed chest of his new husband, loving the masculine taste of his sweat. When he got to the beautiful cock, he softly kissed the head before climbing off.

“Turn on your stomach, mo cinniúint,” Justin lovingly ordered.

He kissed down the strong back and dragged his tongue over every ridge of Brian’s spine. Spreading Brian’s long legs, Justin climbed between them and kissed each cheek before separating them and blowing softly on the tightly clenched rosebud.

Brian moaned softly, never having felt that sensation before. Justin then licked lightly at the tight hole, causing Brian to buck up and spread his legs wider.

“Oh God! More, that feels so good.”

Justin stiffened his tongue and tried to work it into Brian, wanting to get him to relax before he started stretching him. Brian pulled his knees under himself and pushed back, loving the pleasure Justin was giving him. Justin reached under his love and started stroking the steel hard cock in time with his tongue. Brian was moaning and pushing back on his tongue, and suddenly he was shooting ribbons of cum into Justin’s hand.

Justin used the cum to coat his cock and to open Brian up for his sizable cock, not wanting to hurt him. Soon Justin was scissoring three fingers inside Brian. Removing his fingers, Justin rolled Brian onto his back. Kneeling between Brian’s thighs, Justin lined himself up to make love to his husband. Slowly he breached the tight ring of muscle, causing Brian to make the most amazing noises.

“More, deeper,” Brian moaned as Justin slowly and steadily slipped inside. “I can feel everything. I love you.”

Once he was all the way inside, Justin saw tears sliding down Brian’s eyes. He started to pull back, thinking that he hurt him. Brian felt him start to pull away and wrapped his legs around Justin to keep him where he was.

“No, stay. It’s just… I can’t even describe how amazing it feels to have you inside me. I love you… so much. Make love to me, please.”

Justin started slowly moving, wanting to make it easier for Brian to adjust to being filled. Soon they had their typical rhythm going and were both moaning at the sensations. Justin knew that he would not last very long, Brian was hot and tight, and it felt so wonderful to be inside him. Changing his angle, he pressed hard on Brian’s prostate, knowing from the moans that Brian was enjoying this. When Justin reached for Brian’s cock, he shook his head,

“I want to come from your cock, I’m already too close.”

Justin leaned down to kiss his husband. When their tongues wrapped together, both men exploded. Justin started to pull out but Brian held him tight.

“Stay, please,” Brian told Justin with a smile. “I love the way this feels. For someone who hasn’t done this in ten years, you are damned good at it.”

They snuggled together, basking in the glow of their lovemaking. They later fell asleep spooned together, their future in front of them bright.

~And they lived happily ever after~

 

 

Chapter End Notes:

Gaelic to English Translations


Mo chroi - My heart


Mo anam cara - My soul mate


Dia dhuit - Hello


Contúirteacha - Dangerous


Mo chara - My friend


Seachain an weasel - Beware of the weasel


Mo grá - My love


Mo cinniúint - My destiny


Dathúil - Handsome


Maimeó - Grandma


A chuisle mo chroí - My dear darling


Mo garmhac - My grandson


Comhghairdeas - Congratulations


Mo fhear céile - My husband


Ní fhágfaidh mé choíche thú agus beidh mé dílis duit i gcónaí - I will never leave you and I will always be faithful to you


Go deo - Forever


Airíonn tú chomh leas - You feel so good


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