mother once said ❄ open for snowbound members ❄ she would love me forever

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob wasn't even sure how he'd made it here. Sheer determination, supposedly. After everything that'd happened in the Typhoon and running around Snowbound's territory, he hadn't been sure he'd ever find Harrison. But then he'd caught the scent. He knew Killua and Aizawa were following after him but he must have gotten past them somehow. In any case, he followed it all the way to this strange place. He had no idea where he was but he didn't let the smell of Harrison and the stranger escape him. He'd find them in this place, even if he had to tear it all apart. Jacob was sad and furious and terrified and that was a truly awful combination. Jacob was always an emotional individual but that only increased ten fold when it came to his family.

As he traveled through the area, he finally caught his son's voice. "Harry? Harrison! Cucciolo!" the man called, pushing himself to go faster. His paws and legs ached from walking around and he knew the moment he stopped he'd collapse but he forced himself to keep going. He was so close now. He couldn't let Harry be taken away from him. He wouldn't lose anymore of his family. He couldn't bear the thought of that. Finally, he came upon the scene of someone, supposedly Harrison's biological mother, telling him he wouldn't be going home. That everything had been a lie. None of it was true. Obviously Harrison wasn't his biological son but that changed nothing. Jersey, his Pa, and his Ma hadn't really been related to Jacob but that didn't make them any less his family. For a moment, he hesitated. What if the kitten didn't want to come back with him? But then he heard the fear in his boy's voice and he rushed forward. "Don' worry, don' worry, Harry, 'm 'ere." His first concern was Harrison's well-being. Nothing would get in the way of that, not even his anger. His light eyes searched his tiny frame, looking for any injuries but it seemed like he was well. He then looked towards the starry feline and a growl rose in his throat. "'Course 'e's comin' home," he snarled before dashing forward, faster than he ever had before with his injured legs. He wasn't sure what was able to spur him forward so quickly, probably just the sheer adrenaline of the situation. He then launched himself at her side, attempting to tackle her to the ground. "Ya' ain't takin' my son, ya' cagna!" —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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