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[#256] Three’s a Family (How to Get Away with Murder (TV))
Theme Prompt: #256 – Man’s best friend
Title: Three’s a Family
Fandom: How to Get Away with Murder (TV)
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences. Sequel for my fic ‘strays’.
Bonus: no
Word Count: 633
Summary: Wes never planned to keep the stray dog, but somehow, she stayed —and Asher did too.
It wasn’t easy for Wes, at first, having something —someone— completely depend on him. Wes had spent so much of his life learning to function alone, to keep his world small and manageable, something that, with a little bit of luck, he could hold together.
The dog changed that. That day after he found her soaked and shaking on a rainy day, when Asher took them to the vet, it all changed that. Rose changed that. He had named his pet after his mum, of course.
He could tell she needed him; not just in the way a pet relies on their human for food, but in a deeper way. Rose watched him, followed him around the study that seemed to be smaller now that they were two, and sought comfort in his presence like he was something safe. Wes liked to think that he was, for her.
The adjustment had been strange —having another living being in his space, sharing his life with something that wasn’t just his books, his files and his worry— but soon he adapted as well. Because he found himself needing her too.
She greeted him at the door when he came back with his bicycle every day, she curled into his side when he stayed up too late reading a case’s file over and over, and she also nudged his hand when he was too lost in his thoughts, unable to let it go for the night. In those quiet moments, alone in his study (their study), Wes wondered how he ever lived without her.
And then there was Asher.
Asher, who had bulldozed his way into the routine of Wes and Rose’s like he belonged there. From the very beginning, he had claimed a spot as the puppy’s co-parent.
Asher, too enthusiastic and sometimes insensitive, somehow understood (without Wes ever needing to explain) that Rose was more than just a stray dog he had taken in. That she was something grounding Wes to the present, keeping him from disappearing into the loneliness he never spoke of when his thoughts became too much after what they had been through.
Wes had stopped questioning how often Asher came over, too, not for rides to the vet clinic but for play-dates. At some point, it had stopped being a series of impromptu visits and had become part of his daily basics. His studio wasn’t just his anymore —it was something shared, something they had built together. With Rose, with Asher, with the quiet unspoken comfort that came with both of them, Wes finally felt like … that was what a home felt like.
It wasn’t surprising when, after a long day, Wes came back home from the library and found Asher in his bed like he had always been there. Rose had found the perfect, cosy spot between them, but that didn’t stop Asher from pressing in close, his arm draped lazily over Wes’ side.
“This is nice,” Asher murmured sleepily. His voice was warm. Wes appreciated how grounding his presence was.
Wes huffed out a soft laugh, shifting slightly to let Rose adjust herself, then looked at Asher. “You say that like you don’t practically live here.”
“Bro, don’t act like you don’t love it,” Asher teased, nudging Wes playfully. “Face it, Gibbins. You’re stuck with us.”
Wes thought about that. About the way Rose had filled the silence of his life and the way Asher had, effortlessly, found his place there.
He should have felt crowded, not like this. Wes should have felt like his space was being invaded, but instead, with Asher around, he felt something else.
Something steady, and safe.
He exhaled, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
Asher grinned, tightening his hold before closing his eyes. “Good.”
Title: Three’s a Family
Fandom: How to Get Away with Murder (TV)
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences. Sequel for my fic ‘strays’.
Bonus: no
Word Count: 633
Summary: Wes never planned to keep the stray dog, but somehow, she stayed —and Asher did too.
It wasn’t easy for Wes, at first, having something —someone— completely depend on him. Wes had spent so much of his life learning to function alone, to keep his world small and manageable, something that, with a little bit of luck, he could hold together.
The dog changed that. That day after he found her soaked and shaking on a rainy day, when Asher took them to the vet, it all changed that. Rose changed that. He had named his pet after his mum, of course.
He could tell she needed him; not just in the way a pet relies on their human for food, but in a deeper way. Rose watched him, followed him around the study that seemed to be smaller now that they were two, and sought comfort in his presence like he was something safe. Wes liked to think that he was, for her.
The adjustment had been strange —having another living being in his space, sharing his life with something that wasn’t just his books, his files and his worry— but soon he adapted as well. Because he found himself needing her too.
She greeted him at the door when he came back with his bicycle every day, she curled into his side when he stayed up too late reading a case’s file over and over, and she also nudged his hand when he was too lost in his thoughts, unable to let it go for the night. In those quiet moments, alone in his study (their study), Wes wondered how he ever lived without her.
And then there was Asher.
Asher, who had bulldozed his way into the routine of Wes and Rose’s like he belonged there. From the very beginning, he had claimed a spot as the puppy’s co-parent.
Asher, too enthusiastic and sometimes insensitive, somehow understood (without Wes ever needing to explain) that Rose was more than just a stray dog he had taken in. That she was something grounding Wes to the present, keeping him from disappearing into the loneliness he never spoke of when his thoughts became too much after what they had been through.
Wes had stopped questioning how often Asher came over, too, not for rides to the vet clinic but for play-dates. At some point, it had stopped being a series of impromptu visits and had become part of his daily basics. His studio wasn’t just his anymore —it was something shared, something they had built together. With Rose, with Asher, with the quiet unspoken comfort that came with both of them, Wes finally felt like … that was what a home felt like.
It wasn’t surprising when, after a long day, Wes came back home from the library and found Asher in his bed like he had always been there. Rose had found the perfect, cosy spot between them, but that didn’t stop Asher from pressing in close, his arm draped lazily over Wes’ side.
“This is nice,” Asher murmured sleepily. His voice was warm. Wes appreciated how grounding his presence was.
Wes huffed out a soft laugh, shifting slightly to let Rose adjust herself, then looked at Asher. “You say that like you don’t practically live here.”
“Bro, don’t act like you don’t love it,” Asher teased, nudging Wes playfully. “Face it, Gibbins. You’re stuck with us.”
Wes thought about that. About the way Rose had filled the silence of his life and the way Asher had, effortlessly, found his place there.
He should have felt crowded, not like this. Wes should have felt like his space was being invaded, but instead, with Asher around, he felt something else.
Something steady, and safe.
He exhaled, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
Asher grinned, tightening his hold before closing his eyes. “Good.”