"So we learned nothing but had fun." stated Waltz, leaning back against one of the statement pillars in the town square. He licked his ice cream and nibbled on the chocolate-dipped waffle cone. "I count that as a win."

"Agreed," I replied, lipping my own soft, sweet treat. "This ice cream is so yummy."

"Eek!" squealed Waltz, hugging my shoulders tighter. "So cute!"

I giggled, but returned some of my focus to the ice cream cone in my hand. Waltz turned towards me and watched me eat, so I glanced up every so often to see him beaming. I smiled happily, my tail wiggling next to me. Waltz awed and cooed at me, gently pecking my cold, sticky lips.

We didn't care about the possibility of people watching us. We were just happy to be together. I scooted closer and rubbed my cheek on Waltz's right shoulder, tucking my head under his chin for a moment. My tail thumped the ground. Waltz cuddled me closer with one arm.

"When was the last time you had ice cream?"

I blinked, then responded, "It was at Daddy's birthday party awhile back. We got a sugar rush and had started bouncing all over the walls."

"Oh yeah, that was adorable."

"The headache afterwards wasn't adorable, though." I replied dryly, making Waltz laugh despite his agreement.

Comfortable silence returned. I slurped at my melty ice cream, which had warmed a bit from my body heat. I felt Waltz's gaze and glanced at him, but he was already looking away. My gaze dropped to the beginning of an erection in Waltz's jeans. My cheeks warmed as my line of sight returned to the sidewalk.

While I watched pairs of shoes pass us by, something suddenly occurred to me. I looked up and around at the people, but no one looked our way—almost as if they couldn't see us. But how could that be possible? I bought Waltz's books, he bought us ice cream, and people have heard us both in the bookstore and while we were looking around for clues.

It was only when we were quiet and not moving much—if at all—that our presences faded into the background. And then with Little Waltz...

"I think I've figured something out." I said, turning to look at Waltz.

His ash-blond curls bounced when he shuffled around to face me. His golden-flecked hazel eyes were bright with curiosity. I noticed my ice cream cone was about to drip, so I licked it from the tip of the cone up to the ice cream. Waltz followed that action with his eyes and subconsciously licked his lips. I blushed when he leaned forward and kissed me. His lips brushed my cheek.

"Annie, you're such a tease. But you know what I want later, my super cute and naughty little wolf."

I nodded with a happy smile, although my face was on fire. Waltz smirked and sat back, then finished off his cone. I rubbed my hot cheeks with the back of my right hand, then used magic to clean Waltz's sticky hands. He whistled, which caught the attention of the passersby. Their startled and freaked out reactions seemed to make my suspicions more like facts.

"Alt, I don't think we're actually in the past." I said, then frowned and corrected myself. "Well, we are, but not in the way we thought before."

Waltz was clearly confused, but gestured for me to continue. I took a bite of the cone, chewed it, then swallowed before actually continuing.

"I believe that we're in your memories." I said, then shook my head. "Well, not quite. We're in a separate timeline that is powered by your memories of the past through my magic, but we're still linked to the real world of the past as well. To be frank, I think our main bodies are in your memories but we can contact people through the timeline and actually appear in the past by making noise or moving around a lot. And I think we'll be meeting your younger self again soon since we met him at the bookstore."

Waltz stared at me blankly. "I don't understand how you came to that wild conclusion." he uttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

I chuckled while I finished off my cone and licked my fingers. Waltz's gaze zeroed in again, so I held out my hands to him. My precious faerie smiled and kissed my fingertips, then hummed when my hands became clean.

"To explain my reasonings behind this deduction, Waltz, have you noticed how people react around us?"

Waltz turned his head, watching the people pass by completely unfazed by our presences—or lack thereof. "They don't really react, do they?" he mumbled aloud. "But isn't that normal?"

"Yes, but watch what happens when I get up."

I hopped up and the seven people passing by looked over with shock and fear in their eyes. Several screeched and a couple others clutched their chests. I smiled and waved politely, then took a seat. The people looked even more terrified a moment later and ran away.

Waltz grasped my shoulders and tugged me into his lap. I snuggled in and held his right hand, firmly massaging his palm.

"You've now noticed the weirdness." I stated, then stared at his manicured nails. "But we're the anomalies. Technically, we're not where they are. But when we're loud or we move around, that's when our link snaps back into place and people can see us. That's why the bookstore attendant jumped when we said hello and why the cashier at the ice cream parlor nearly screamed when we called out his name, even though he clearly wasn't lost in his thoughts."

Waltz sighed and rested his chin on my shoulder, curling his left arm tighter around my waist. "You always manage to amaze me, Annie. I really didn't think that what's happening now was even a possibility. But I agree with your assessment of our situation. It all makes sense except for one thing."

"Which is—?"

"My younger self. How come he approached us even with the invisibility and silencing bubble around us? Since we were quiet, we weren't linked to the timeline. But he clearly saw us. And why did he approach us in the first place?"

I placed Waltz's hand on my chest. "There's a simple answer, Alt. He's you."

"Me? What do I have to do with this?"

I chuckled. "The reason why he approached us is because he could actually see us. The barrier was to keep people other than us out, and make us invisible and muted to the outside world. So because Little Waltz is still you, he was able to see and hear us despite of that and because of his link with your memories."

"O-oh," mumbled Waltz. "Now I feel dumb."

My giggles made Waltz pout, but he accepted my apology smooches. I hugged his neck and he cuddled my form closer. Our lips met for a gentle kiss, then Waltz reached down and slid his fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans. I jolted, clutching onto his jacket. Waltz chuckled.

"You're so cute, Annie. I want to devour you." he whispered, nibbling on my left wolf ear.

I whined, squirming in his arms. I sat up a bit to bite and nibble at his neck. Two of Waltz's fingers wrapped around around my shaft and firmly stroked it, causing me toss my head back with a soft moan. I tried so hard to muffle my voice and Waltz could clearly see that. He danced along the line of us being discovered, even going so far as to settle my bare rear end on his lap with his cock buried deeply inside it.

I felt so exposed and so turned on, even though no one could see us. And even if they could, they wouldn't be able to see where Waltz and I were connected thanks to our bulky winter clothes. Waltz bit my throat, making me mewl softly while I clung onto his neck and shoulders.

"Annie, buck your hips for me." he murmured, gripping my waist through the puffy jacket. I did as told and I was praised with words and physical touch. "Good boy, Annie. You feel so good. Give me a kiss?"

I blushed and my tail swept around us, then I happily met his lips and tongue. Waltz's shimmering green, blue, and black-accented butterfly-like gossamer wings brightened further when I whispered how much I loved him. Waltz's cock plumped inside me and I muffled my moan into his left shoulder. Waltz whined about not being able to hear me loud and clear, but we made do and came together.

"You're still hard, Alt." I whispered, rolling my hips in a circle. "Are you up for another round?"

Waltz pressed his face to my chest and inhaled deeply, hugging me tightly. "Surprisingly, I just feel comfortable like this in your arms and inside of you, Annie." he replied, then took another deep breath.

I smiled and kissed his head, unzipping my jacket. Waltz pressed his face to my shirt underneath, then nosed and nuzzled me. I hugged his head, feeling completely at ease with my happy, content faerie Emerged. I pushed my fingers through his hair and firmly rubbed his scalp. Waltz shuddered with a soft exhale, completely relaxing. His grip loosened ever so slightly, but his arms were curled around my waist and hips.

"I love you, Waltz." I said softly, kissing the shell of his right ear. "Let's stay like this for awhile."

"Mm," he mumbled, then he fell asleep not long after.

I closed my own eyes for a moment, but I decided to call my daddy to tell him of my discovery. Daddy answered my call right away and he bore no news, which was good news to me. That meant there was no conflicting information to make us all much more confused.

After I explained what I had gathered, Daddy seemed even more tired and mind-boggled than before. I almost laughed, but I didn't want to make my precious daddy pout, even though he was very cute when he pouted.

"Baby, how is Waltz doing?"

I smiled and brushed my thumbs along his nape, kissing his crown again. Waltz stirred for a moment, then snuggled closer with a soft sigh.

"He's sleeping now. He seems to be doing well. I don't sense any dangerous fluctuations inside his head right now. Waltz is very, very relaxed."

Daddy sent over his love for us both—me as his baby boy and Waltz as his foster son. It was really sweet. I thanked my daddy with a kiss and some love sent back, then promised to contact him later.

"You're my good, strong little boy, baby. But please be careful."

"I will, I promise. I love you, Daddy."

Daddy smiled in our link. "I love you too, Anwyll."

"Oh, before you go, Daddy."

"Yes?"

"How is Dian doing?"

Daddy hummed. "Earlier, I saw him talking to Blaine, Briar, and Angel in the living room. He look tired but relieved."

I smiled gently and felt relief inside of me as well. Dian sought for some help. That made me really happy. Hopefully he wasn't going to bottle up things anymore, but time will tell.

"Is that all?" asked Daddy, and I said yes.

We said our goodbyes, and I smiled as the call ended. I rested my left cheek on top of Waltz's head and closed my eyes for a moment. My intention was to sleep after checking the surroundings, but that changed when I spotted Little Waltz again. He was standing nearby and staring at us with a blank expression.

Embarrassment flooded me in waves when I realized Waltz was sill buried inside me. I closed my eyes again and took a few deep breaths, then met Little Waltz's gaze. The little guy had gotten extremely close in the time it took to prepare my pounding heart and my nerves.

He knelt down next to us at my left side, away from the people walking past us on the walkway. They never noticed. It was like Little Waltz had stepped into the separate space that Waltz and I are in outside of the timeline.

"You can sit." I said softly, and he flinched as if he didn't expect me to talk. "Sorry for scaring you. I just figured it would be more comfortable to sit crisscross-applesauce than to kneel."

Little Waltz's big hazel eyes were dark—not with anger or sadness. They were just kind of empty, like he had given up. It made tears rise to my eyes. Little Waltz was surprised.

"Why are you crying?" he asked. His voice was quiet and it was higher than my Waltz's voice.

"I'm sad." I replied softly. "Because your pain is saddening."

Little Waltz frowned. "You can't know if I'm in pain or not. You don't know me."

I chuckled and wiped my eyes. "I do know you." I replied under my breath, and I wondered if Little Waltz heard me. I continued, "I can see a lot of things, to be frank. And in your eyes, I can see that you've given up fighting. And that is a sad thing to me."

"My life has nothing to do with yours. Why should you care?"

I lifted my head and looked at him. His hazel eyes showed flickers of gold flecks.

"I care because your life—your future has me in it. I care about your future self, I care about your current self, and I care about your past self. I care for you, Waltz."

He jumped up, looking quite frightened. "I-I'm gonna call the cops."

I smiled. "You should do that. But not for me. You should call the cops on that parish."

Little Waltz stiffened. "H-how do you know—?"

I chuckled and moved a bit for him to see Waltz's face. Little Waltz's eyes widened.

"Because you told me."

Waltz opened his eyes and lifted his head. He had been awake for awhile, just listening to his younger self speak to me. He tucked his chin over my left shoulder and hugged me tighter, nosing and kissing neck. I smiled and kissing his head, curling my arms more firmly around his neck, shoulders, and head. Waltz slowly exhaled when my right hand pushed into his thick ash-blond curls again.

"A-are you really me? From the future?" asked Little Waltz, still frozen stiff.

Waltz managed a smile. "Yes, although I'm technically from a different timeline. From one where I made different decisions to get me to where I am now versus you who has yet to make those decisions."

Little Waltz knelt down, but Waltz gestured for him to sit normally. "We're not in that place right now. I know we're used to kneeling, but we shouldn't be used to it in the way that we are."

Little Waltz's eyes filled with tears. "I-I don't know what to do. I feel too scared and embarrassed to tell anyone. Everyone's gonna look at me funny and call me names. Mom and Dad aren't gonna love me anymore if I tell them."

Waltz reached over and placed his hand on his younger self's head. "If you don't tell them, that's what's going to happen."

Little Waltz's eyes went wide and tears slipped down his cheeks. "Th-that happened to you?"

Waltz's tears brushed my skin as I wiped his tears with my thumbs. He slowly nodded.

"I always wondered how different my life would have been had I been honest—had I shared my thoughts, feelings, emotions with the two most important people of my life at the time. We both know how Mom is with her desire for a good reputation and how Dad tries hard to be a good father but still somehow fails in making us feel secure." stated Waltz, breathing deeply of my scent as he slowly let go of the painful side of his memories.

Little Waltz nodded and wiped his eyes. "It feels like Mom uses me as a tool rather than loves me like a son. And Dad just does whatever Mom wants to keep her happy. It's like he knows she doesn't really care about him and only uses him as an example of a good husband to show that she's perfect or something."

My Waltz nodded as well. "I don't know if you will reach the same route that I'm on if you tell the truth, and I really don't know if things will be better, but I know it's better to live without guilt, shame, anger, bitterness, sadness, and regret steeping your insides for years. So just tell the police—tell Mom and Dad what's going on both inside your head and outside of it. Don't leave anything out, even the parts where you don't feel safe and loved by them. It might hurt them, but it could be a good kind of hurt. Like when you rip off a bandaid and you realize your wound is healing well."

Little Waltz got up and held out his hand. "Will you come with me?"

Waltz leaned back and looked at me fully. "What will happen to me if I do?"

I cupped his cheeks. "Alt, at most your memories will be altered. But don't worry, I'll make it so that your parents can't see or hear you. If you want to be seen and heard, we will suffer the consequences together. You need closure, Alt. After everything that's happened, you will want to clean the wound and stitch it up."

"The former already happened when I spoke with you yesterday, Annie. But I suppose I do need complete closure for my wound to heal fully." he whispered, then gently pecked my lips.

Little Waltz's eyes were wide. "Wh-who is that?"

Waltz chuckled and hugged my waist. "He's my lover—one of two. Anwyll allowed me to feel at peace in my own skin, to feel loved without sex, to feel calm with just a hug, to make me happy with just being at his side. He allowed me to open up and speak about what happened to me. And we wouldn't be here, talking like this, without him. I love him so much—to the point that it's really, really hard to describe with mere words."

"Aww, Alt!" I teared up and kissed his head, making him laugh aloud. We received unwanted attention again and people ran off.

"I love you too, Alt." I whispered, my tail whipping side to side. I most definitely whacked Little Waltz with it because he yelped and fell backwards.

Waltz chuckled and helped his younger self upright again. Little Waltz gathered up my fluffy tail in his arms and held it still with a grumpy expression on his face. I giggled and he smiled back with warm cheeks.

"So I'm gonna love you in the future?" asked Little Waltz.

"Most likely," I replied with a grin. "And if you hug my tail with your face buried in it long enough, you can gain the superpower to see through things!"

His eyes lit up and buried his face in my tail. Waltz laughed under his breath and kissed me hard while his younger self was distracted.

Waltz then whispered, "Now how are we going to get my cock out of you without me ravishing my cute wolf in front of him?"

I noticed his devilish smirk and blushed bright red.