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Anything Ch 3

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 5,550

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Sunlight filtered in through the crack in the blinds. Slowly waking Wynter out of her sleep. Her body heavy and sluggish as she rolled over and to grab her phone. It was 7:45 am, meaning that she was already running late to work. While Namjoon did get to the store extremely early, he was usually busy prepping and maintaining all the spells or rituals that were working overnight. Though if she called and told him she wasn’t feeling well, he probably wouldn’t mind. Wynter had never called off since she started working, but knowing Namjoon he would stop by to check on her and that was not something she could afford with Yoongi posted up on her couch.

Head pounding Wynter pulled herself up and texted Namjoon.

Wynter: Good morning best boss in the world! I will be a bit late. I’m feeling a bit under the weather but I’m fine to come in.

Joonie: You don’t need to come in if you’re not feeling well. I can handle the place by myself today. I actually think Tae might be able to come and help today. I’ll stop by afterwards to check on you

This is exactly what she didn’t want.

Wynter: Really I’m fine to come in. Nothing my mama’s secret tea can’t fix. I promise I’m fine. If I show up and you think otherwise you can kick me out!

Joonie: Okay…..but don’t push yourself too hard.

With some extra time added to her morning. Wynter removed herself from her bed and made her way to the bathroom. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Yoongi was still sprawled on the couch asleep, feet hanging off the end. Only a little tuft of long black hair poking out of the blanket. Wynter smiled a little at the sight before closing the bathroom door behind her.

Quickly showering and going through her morning routine. Wynter threw on her green silk bathrobe and went to go make her tea. When she exited she saw the Yoongi was no longer asleep but awake. Wrapped in her blanket he was watching tv and eating a bowl of cereal. Cheeks still puffy with sleep and hair a mess. His eyes slowly dragged their way over to her form in acknowledgment before going back to the tv. “Good morning.” Wynyer greeted as she made her way around the couch and to the kitchen.

She pulled open the drawer where she kept her teas. The 1 oz mason jars were organized in neat little rows labeled clearly on the top. The joys of having an herbalist as a mom was that Wynter never had a shortage of tea for any occasion or aliment. Finding the mason jar labeled “For Mama’s Baby” in her mama’s neat handwriting, Wynter plucked it up and opened it. The scent of peppermint and lavender filled her nose and instantly reminded her of home.

It was a special blend that helped with illnesses of all sort. Really a catch all tea for when you didn’t know what was wrong - 9 times out of 10 it worked. Yoongi watched her from the couch as she walked around the kitchen and made her tea. When she made to turn around he fixed his attention back to the random show that was on and stuffed his face with more cereal.

“Is it good?” Wynter sat on the other end of her small couch, leaving enough space for a person between them. Her floor length rope falling open a bit showing her smooth leg, while she sipped her tea.

“Yeah,” Yoongi mumbled with his mouth full. They sat in comfortable silence and watched the anime that was on. Wynter wondered if this was what it was gonna be like for the next five years. That was honestly still crazy to her. Five years was so long. She watched Yoongi as he stared intensely at they screen, he brow furrowed in thought, pulling his lips into a pout as he tried to understand what was happening on the screen. Cute.

“Do you plan on just staring at me all morning or do you not have work today?” Wynter chocked a little on her tea as he called her out. Feeling her face warm a bit. Yoongi smirked at how cute she looked flustered.

Averting her eyes she took another sip of the calming tea before she spoke. “I wanted to say thank you for last night. You didn’t have to help me.” It had taken her by surprise that he took the time to help calm her panic attack down. While he was still aloof and cold his touch had been gentle, grounding her.

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to feel flustered. Scratching the back of his neck, he placed the empty bowl on the small coffee table in front of him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna do some digging into this Jiyeon girl and see if I can find out anything about her or what her motive could be. What all do you know about her?” He needed to change the subject, because thinking about how Wynter being upset had also upset him brought more confusion to his mind than he cared to admit.

“Well, before she tried to kill me, allegedly, she said that she was a university student studying linguistics. Lives alone, single, interested in the occult. She herself doesn’t have a lot of power. I could barley sense it when we hung out.” Wynter rambled about what she knew, which honestly wasn’t a lot. Jiyeon had said that she was adopted and after some digging realized that her birth parents were shamans. She had confided in Wynter that she wanted to cultivate whatever magic she did have.

Magic was something that needed to be cultivated, practiced, and maintained, or it was lost. Which is way training usually started early. But depending on how strong your bloodline was you could cultivate at any age, it would just take more work.

Yoongi hummed and ran his hand through his hair. If what Wynter was saying was true than this girl shouldn’t have been able to place this curse. Though it could also just be beginners luck. “Okay. I’ll look into it. In the mean time you go about like nothing is wrong if you run into her. Were you able to find anything yesterday?”

Taking another swig of her tea. Wynter could feel her body starting to feel lighter, her mama’s tea working. “Um, no. All the books in the store are rudimentary at best. I’ll have to look through Joon’s personal collection in the back if I want to find any info of use.”

Yoongi still didn’t like the shaman that Wynter worked for. Still hadn’t ruled him out for trying to kill her but if he expected her to trust him he’d need to extend that same courtesy to her judgment as well. “Okay. Just don’t tell him what’s going on.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Wynter said as she downed the rest of her tea and finished getting ready. Throwing on a bright yellow sundress since it was sunny and warm outside. The yellow popped against her skin making the brown deeper and richer like velvet. The low cut neckline made her boobs look great and gave the allusion that they were probably bigger than they actually were. The hem falling a little below her knee. Her mama always told her that if she didn’t feel good, at least look good. It’ll trick you into thinking that you’re fine. Now was that good advice. Probably not but it worked for Wynter.

When she walked out of the bathroom Yoongi felt that pull in is chest again. She looked absolutely delectable. He felt his mouth water as he watched her put her bag together and throw her sandals on. Her curls hung in loose coils around her head, trailing down until about mid back. “Let me walk you to work.” Yoongi languidly got off the couch. For some reason he did not want to be out of her presence just yet.

“You don’t need too.” She shook her head and walked out the door, with Yoongi trailing after her. “Don’t you have to go and spy on Jiyeon?” Wynter playfully whispered as she made her way out of the apartment building.

She was right. He should get started on figuring out what Jiyeon was up to but he also wanted to hold on to what little time he had left with Wynter this morning. No, that’s not why he was following her. He was just making sure that his “investment” made it to work in one piece. He needed to keep that distinction straight in his head. He would check back in with her later that day. Probably grab another coffee at the cafe across from the store. To make sure that she doesn’t get herself killed.

Wynter walked stealing little glances at the pale demon who was clearly having some intense internal monologue. While his face remained pretty passive, he had a small twitch in his right eye that was giving him away. She figured he didn’t even realized he had the tell. “I’ll try to be back around lunch. Try not to die.” That was all he said before he disappeared into the ether.

The rest of her walk went by without incident and when she made her way into the shop there were a few patrons milling about. Namjoon was over by one of the bookcases restocking the shelves. Wynter was gonna leave him to his own devices until she saw the look of clear confusion on his face. She placed her tote in the little space under the counter. “You look like you’re solving the world toughest problem over here.” She walked around some of the smaller shelves over to him.

“I feel like I am. Is there a reason-” Namjoon turned around and let his sentence trail off. His mouth hung slightly open as Wynter tried to watch him reboot his brain.

“Is there a reason why what?” Wynter suppressed her laugh as Namjoon clicked his mouth shut and cleared his throat. Pushing up his glasses he turned around and grabbed the tablet with the spreadsheet of the shops stock.

“Why are these not in alphabetical order. It’s impossible to figure out where any of these books go.”

“Well, Boss Man Namjoon, you said and I quote ‘No one knows who any of these authors are they just know what they’re looking for’” Wynter dropped her voice and did her best impression of Namjoon. He stared at her owlishly from behind his glasses.

“First off, I do not sound like that.” He pouted while Wynter laughed at him. “Second off, how do you even know where to place things.”

Still laughing Wynter just grabbed the book from Namjoon's hands and began shelving. “Just go back to your hideout and make potions. Leave the front of the house to me.” Wynter began shelving the books that he had placed on the cart easily. Her slender hands making quick work of the clearly offensive books categorized by topic. With her back facing him, Wynter missed the fondness and longing the filled Namjoon’s eyes at her referring to the shop so familiarly.

Her yellow dress swished around her as she went about helping costumers and cleaning. Wynter had never been more thankful to her mama then at this moment cause she felt nothing like she did when she woke up. Full of too much energy for how slow today seemed to be. While that meant she had enough downtime to go pursue the shelfs in Namjoon’s backroom. She was still trying to find a viable way get back there without drawing suspicion.

The door bell chimed as she was on the ladder stocking the top shelves. “Noona!” Taehynug’s baritone voice called out over the low hum of the desk fan Wynter had on. He bounded over to her his chocolate hair flopping around him. “Hyung, said that you weren’t feeling well! You shouldn’t be up that high.”

He stared up at her with his puppy eyes, big and round in concern. Scoffing, Wynter continued to work. “You worry to much, Tae. I’m fine. Just hot.” The day had gotten increasingly hotter as it progressed, the large storm from the past two days making Seoul feel like a sauna. She wiped some sweat from her brow, suddenly regrating wearing her hair down. The curls clinging to the sweat slick skin on her back.

“I worry the perfect amount. Jin hyung is the one the worried too much.” Wynter hummed in agreement as she made her way down the ladder. Tae held out his arm for her to grab onto as she took the last few steps. “He’s been making you his famous get well soup all morning. Been fussing over it not being right.”

Wynter wasn’t surprised that Jin was making her something to eat. The oldest of the Kim’s was a master healer, much like her mama. Jin’s mode of choice was food that contained potent healing properties. He had really perfected the art, even opening up his own restaurant down the street. Namjoon excelled in many things but particularly spell work. He could generate a spell out of nothing, always pushing the boundaries of what is and what could be. Did it help that he was a magical prodigy who picked up on most things quickly? Probably. Taehyung, was a seerer, able to have prophetic visions. According to him some events and futures were set but most were in flux. He helped out a both of his older brothers places when he wasn’t painting murals or commission pieces.

She considered herself lucky to have found and been taken in by such a loving family. They treated her as one of there own. “Are you actually helping today or are you going to keep distracting me?” Wynter smirked as she walked over to plop in front of the fan, grabbing a wayward flyer to fan herself more.

I would never distract you, noona,” Tae feigned innocence as he came and pulled himself onto the counter.

“You’re brother doesn’t pay me to sit around and talk to you all day.” Tae furrowed his brows and looked around the empty shop.

“I can see you’re so busy today.” Laughing Wynter hit Tae in the arm with the flyer He clutched his shoulder pretending as if she had given him some grave wound. “Besides, Joon hyung would pay you for just -”

“Tae!” Namjoon stalked out of the backroom and up to his younger brother. “Stop harassing, Wynter.” Tae held his hands up in surrender as Namjoon’s ear began turning red. “I’m glad it’s slowed down so I could talk to you about why Taehyung is here.”

Wynter turned slightly to give Namjoon her full attention. Noticing that he had taken off his sweater and was only donning a thin white button up. “I didn’t want to worry you with it but a few days ago someone summoned a powerful demon.” Wynter hoped the deep breathe she took came off as anxiety about the big bad demon and not as anxiety about getting caught that it was her. “It’s nothing we can’t handle but we’re having a hard time tracking him. He seems to be highly guarded this time, but Tae has been able to track him to the area.” Tracking demons, was one of Taehyung's specialties, as he was able to catch glimpses of after images in time.

“I’m telling you this in case you come across him. I don’t want you to be unprepared and defenseless.” Wynter took in Namjoon’s demeanor and could see that he was really worried about this. She couldn’t tell him that said demon was living in her apartment and that he was “highly guarded” because of her protection wards. “I made you these.” He handed her some bottles filled with a thick green looking liquid. “It won’t do a lot but it’ll give you enough time to get to safety.”

Nodding, Wynter placed the small bottles in the pockets of her dress. It would be good to have them for later use. She still needed to find a way out of this contract after all was said and done with the Jiyeon situation. “Do you know who the demon is by any chance?” She tried to keep her voice as even as possible.

“Yeah,” Tae answered. “He’s name is Min Yoongi. He’s a nasty demon too.”

“Oh,” Wynter responded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Oh yeah. He was this tyrant king who was so powerful that it took our clan teaming up with three others to defeat him.” Wynter felt herself shiver at the thought. It took four powerful shaman clans to defeat him. It somehow didn’t surprise Wynter that he was a king, since he looked like he’d never heard the word no a day in his life. “He’s bloodthirsty, cruel, and a different level of evil altogether, so we’ll have to take out whoever summoned him too so they can’t do it again.”

Wynter knew that the brothers came from a long line of shamans. The knowledge from every generation was passed down to the next. Passing their memories and experiences down to the next set in order to keep the knowledge that they gained as pure as possible. Namjoon had explained it once. He had said that it was like looking through water. He could see everything his ancestors had been through, their love, their losses. It was a unique from of ancestor worship that the Kim clan had perfected. So if they had fought Yoongi before it meant that he was more powerful than Wynter gave him credit for. The Kim clan really only ever got involved with demons that threated the balance of good and evil in the world.

They were going to kill her. Literally and figuratively, when they found out. She was fucked either way. “But,” Namjoon cut Tae of before he could continue seemingly taking her spariling for fear. “We have it under control. With him only being in our realm for a short time he shouldn’t be at his full strength yet. So, please don’t worry too much about it. You’re too pretty for that,” he said softly as he moved a piece of her wayward hair out of her face.

“Yeah. I’m totally not worrying.” She said tersely as she fanned herself harder.

Yoongi had been trying to locate Jiyeon all day with no luck. He had tried the university where Wynter said she went and thought he caught a whiff of her essence but lost it. He knew what it he was looking for because all magic had a signature of whoever did it, no matter how rudimentary. What was irritating him was it was like as soon as he picked up on it and got close, the trail would slip through his fingers like smoke.

It felt as though he would make it to a place moments after she had left. If what Wynter said about Jiyeon’s power level was true then she should’ve been easy to track and locate. He’s found more powerful folks with less effort. Yoongi had been hopping across Seoul all day and was beginning to feel irate. He stood in a park next the the Han river. Watching as it meandered by slowly. It hadn’t really changed all that much from when he was ruler. A little ruddy, but that was it.

The breeze ruffled Yoongi’s black hair causing him to run his hand through it to tame the flyaways once again. He needed to think. If he couldn’t find Jiyeon then that meant that someone or something was protecting her. Another demon or entity more powerful than him, which was a small but scary list. Something about the whole thing felt off because even if that was the case why attack Wynter. He needed to figure out where and when this death curse came from so he could narrow down who all would be involved.

Yoongi inhaled at Han park and exhaled in front of an abandon monastery. The location was nestled deep within the Baekdu-daegan mountains in North Korea. The mountain range was known to pool massive amounts of spiritual power. There were many Buddist temples and monasteries along the range but Yoongi had discovered this one a few decade after becoming a demon.

As far as he knew he was the only one that knew about it and he wanted to keep it that way. Yoongi was sure that Jungsoo had his underlings looking for him. He honestly didn’t need the headache. The stone steps were eroded and beginning to crumple as he made his way up the large staircase. It was a long walk but not too difficult, he couldn’t just apparate into the place itself as the Buddist monks had done an excellent job of putting up a barrier that lasted long after they had died.

The wooded door opened with a loud creak as he slipped inside the long abandon halls. He made quick work of making his way to the library and going through the ancient scrolls. The only sound filling the space was the rustling of parchment and the wind coming in through the cracks. He was looking for any information that fit the bill for this death curse.

Yoongi had seen his fair shares of death curse, and delt them out. They ranged in effects but were pretty fast moving. Draining the victim of their life essence through fear or brute force. From causing the victims to go mad and kill themselves, to creating vivid hallucinations of their worst nightmares, to causing a physical malice that ended in a horrible and painful death. Either was it was a shitty way to go. He had never come across or even seen the one that Wynter had.

At the end of the day with folks who possessed magic a death curse would kill them, as well as destroy whatever magic they had. Tossing it into the void to be dispersed and reconfigured into later generations. It was complicated and many beings, including demons had me trying for millenniums to beat the system with deadly results. But someone had figured it out. The curse that Wynter had was not just killing her but filling her up. Pushing her soul out until whatever could inhabit her vessel. Keeping her magic in tact.

Yoongi had to give it to whoever created the curse, it was innovative and good. Definitely not the work of a beginning practicineer. He doesn’t know how long he had been staring at the scrolls. He wasn’t really getting anywhere just that it had to be a combination of two separate curses, but which combination was the problem. The ancient script on the scroll he was reading was beginning to run together. He was about to chuck it into the ever growing pile of useless shit that was behind him, until her saw something that made him pause.

While rare it is possible for demons who were once humans to develop latent soul bonds that should have been formed in their lifetime.

Yoongi readjusted himself at the stone table so that he could study the writing better.

These bonds can be anything from parent to child, eternal enemies, eternal friends, but the most common form we see this happen with are soulmates. Humans who became demons renounce these soul bonds in order to tap into demonic power which is void of these bonds. Though if a bond is strong enough it can be reformed when the two are in proximity to each other. These bonds will feel distinct from contractual bonds that demons make with humans.

Soulmates. Yoongi fell back in the chair in disbelief. He had made his fair share of bonds in his lifetime as a demon. They all usually felt the same. Soft and brittle forged from the fleeting expectations that comes with the contract. Always sat in his stomach for some strange reason. But the bond her had with Wynter was solid. It filled him with warmth and hope, and it was bright. If he really concentrated he could see the little golden string that bounded them together in the ether as it came out of his heart.

Yoongi didn’t have a soul so it shouldn’t even be possible, but still. He rubbed the offending part of his chest, willing the connection to tamper down. “Is there a reason you’re here in this dump?” The sound of Hosek echoed through this temple. He was walking through the door and towards Yoongi. His bright red hair and equally as colorful outfit standing out against the dark room.

Rubbing his eyes, Yoongi sat back up in his seat. “Trying to get some piece a quiet clearly. How did you even find me?” Yoongi knew those wards were tough so he was honestly a bit concerned the Hobi had found him so quickly.

Sitting on the bench across from him Hobi simply shrugged his shoulders and smirked. “I’m always gonna find you, bro. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your grumpy eternal life.” Yoongi just rolled his eyes. Hobi had been his head general, as well as his closest friend, when Yoongi was king. He had followed behind Yoongi without questions becoming a demon, along with two other men of his trusted inner circle.

“I wanted to give you a report on what’s been happening. I’ve been able to round almost a legion of demons to fight. Jungkook almost half a legion. Jimin is having some problems with Shindong in the south but for the most part he’s holding his own.” Hobi waited for Yoongi to respond but when all the former king did was stare at the table he continued.

“ We have almost ten thousands demons backing us. We’ve been trying to keep things as quiet as possible for planning but Jungsoo has his bitches attacking us from every direction. He’s sent Eunhyuk and Heechul to search for you. What are your orders?”

Letting out a deep sigh Yoongi ran his hands through his hair. He didn’t want this. Any of this. In no way, shape, or form did he want to lead this rebellion. He truly just wanted to get out from under Jungsoo, the current king in the underworld, thumb. Didn't realize that everyone shared that same thought. “I don’t know. Why don’t you lead it? You seem to have everything under control.”

“Because you’re my king and where you lead I follow.”

“Hobi.” Yoongi sighed. “I haven’t been your king for over a three centuries. I keep telling you that we’re equals at this point.” Hobi just leveled a stare at Yoongi. His lips pulled down into a frown. Yoongi knew that he was going to get nowhere with this conversation anytime soon. With resigned breathe Yoongi ran his hand down his face. “Look, continue what you’re doing. We’ll need to have as many demons as we can on our side if we even have a chance at winning this. Also, tell Jimin to lead Shindong to Solar’s realm. I believe that she has a bone to pick with Shindong anyway so she’ll be able to help.”

Humming, Hobi nodded in agreement. “What are you doing anyway?” He looked at all the scrolls that were surrounding Yoongi. Pulling another scroll over the one he was reading about soul bonds, Yoongi cleared his throat.

“I took a contract.” Hobi raised an eyebrow for Yoongi to continue. “Some foreigner accidentally summoned me to remove a death curse. I was going to just leave her but saw her magic and I’ve never seen it before. Figured it could be useful to fight Jungsoo.” What he said was true, for the most part. Yoongi went on to explain the death curse and why he was looking at all the scrolls.

“I’ll keep an ear out for who’s experimenting with curses.” Hobi said. Yoongi’s shoulders sagged in relief. Hobi was great at gathering intel which was what made him Yoongi’s best general. “What’s her power?”

“I’m unsure, honestly. It’s dark in nature, like it’s absorbing light and energy around it. I haven’t gotten to see her use it in person.” Yoongi mumbled. “From what I can tell she doesn’t seem to want to use it or is scared of it.” Yoongi thought back to the dinner that they had and how Wynter’s brain went silent at the mention of failing her test. He figured it had something to do with her power.

“Okay. I’ll leave you to you’re precious alone time and research. Be on the look out for those two assholes.” Hobi waved has he apparated out of the library leaving Yoongi in silence once again.

Wynter closed the shop up while Namjoon and Tae worked in the backroom trying to come up with a game plan to find Yoongi. It was still wild to her that they knew who Yoongi was. She needed to boost up the wards at the apartment so she could keep him hidden for a bit longer. Wynter really hated having to lie and hide things for Namjoon. It felt like a betrayal, even though she did not mean to summon a demon as powerful as Yoongi.

She still had to get to the books that Namjoon had tonight. She couldn’t afforded to lose another day of research because she was scared Namjoon would see through whatever lie she came up with. As Wynter cleaned she did her best to hype herself up to talk to Namjoon. The sun was just beginning to set casting a orange hue within the shop by the time she had finished. After making sure everything was straight she ventured back towards his workspace. Knocking twice on the wooden doorframe, Wynter heard Namjoon let out a low “mmm” signaling that he was listening as he worked on a potion with Tae.

Tae gave her small smile as walked in. They looked exhausted from working on this. “Is there a way I can borrow one of your books, Joon?” He looked up from whatever he was concentrating on to look at her. She swayed on the balls of her feet, hands clasped behind her back as she waited for his answer.

“Yeah,” he says curiously. “Are you looking for books that will be helpful for controlling your power?”

“No.” Wynter tone was clipped as she forced a smile on her face. “Um, no. I don’t think I’m quite ready to deal with that yet.” Both Namjoon and Tae’s face morphed into ones of pity. It made Wynter’s skin crawl know that they pitied her and her fear of her power, but if they knew what it could do they’d be scared of it too. “It actually has to do with that dream I had a few days ago. It’s just stayed with me you know.” She tried to sound as non chalant as she browsed through one of Namjoons many shelves.

“Dream?” Tae’s interest was piqued. He was great at dream interpretation.

“Yeah,” Namjoon answered. “She mentioned it two days ago.” Wynter could see the wheels in Namjoon’s head turning. Making connections. “What was your dream about again?”

He sat down the vial that was in his hand on the table, giving her his full attention. She started out slowly trying to piece together the right words to not alert Namjoon or Tae. “In it I was in a really dark room lying on the floor and there was a figure standing over me. It became really hard to breathe like my lungs were collapsing in on themselves, honestly it felt as though my whole body was being crushed and pulled apart at the same time.”

Now that Wynter was recounting it she felt as though her body was reliving the trauma. “It was so hot, it felt like my blood was boiling out of me. I could even feel blood coming out of my mouth and ears and eyes. It –” Wynter felt her throat begin to close as the room begin to close in on her, fading to black along the edges of her vision. She didn’t even notice that Namjoon had stopped working all together and was standing in front of her, trying to get her to refocus, or Tae frantically searching for something on the shelves of potions.

She didn’t even notice that blood had began to drip from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. “Hey hey hey,” Namjoon spoke softly. “Wynter can you hear me? Wynter I need you to look. Baby, I need you to focus on me.” She could barely hear him through the ringing in her ears. Wynter could see his eyes franticly searching hers as she tried to focus like he was asking her.

Looking at his lips she could see that his was saying something but the ringing kept getting louder until suddenly it stopped, and Namjoon can into focus. The chocolate eyes searching hers, to make sure that she was with him. The fear that his gaze held scared her. “Namjoon, I don’t feel good.”

#bts x reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x black reader

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intergalaticrabbit · 7 months

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when me and @insaneplane watched adventure time for two days straight from season 6 (he watched the earlier seasons by himself) to the finale (obviously we ate and slept, but we literally did nothing else in our spare time) and it hurt me in the heart so bad i LITERALLY GOT ILL and I had to throw up at 6 am (a couple hours after we watched the first 3 episodes of fionna and cake and had finished the finale) also when I say petrigrof makes me ill i mean it mentally and physically 😭 had to pause like everytime simon or betty was on screen I’m fine now guys dw! (not really since i know the rest of fionna and cake is going to crush my soul and leave no remains of it from what ive watched so far, wish us luck!)

he’s eating cereal heehee

#sometimes I hate hyperfixtations guys #adventure time #fionna and cake #petrigrof #felt cute may delete later #when adventure time affects you so much you throw up #i did not know I would fall back in love with this show so hard like this it’s scary

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resowrites · 2 years

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Day By Day - oneshot.

Summary: Henry takes matters into his own hands when his girlfriend struggles to recover from depression…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, banter/British humour, language, pet names, mention of depression/anxiety & symptoms, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2327

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Day By Day - oneshot.

She was getting herself some breakfast when it happened. She accidentally lifted the box of cereal from the wrong end, spilling the contents all over the floor and kitchen counter. She stared at the mess blankly for a few moments before looking around aimlessly for a dustpan and brush. Normally she'd have shrieked and turned the air blue, so Henry was caught off guard by how calm she was being. "Darling it's in the third drawer to your right. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit… foggy?" He didn't dare say what he was really thinking. He'd noticed the change in her over the last week. He likened it to a sort of fading away, first she stopped being so chatty and laughing at his jokes. Then he noticed her movements slow down like she was constantly distracted by something else. He knew she wasn't sleeping well either, that morning he'd rolled over in bed to find her wide awake at 6:15 am. He really hoped she was just having an off week, the last few months had been particularly difficult for them both. First, he'd had to do reshoots which meant spending months away from her overseas. She then got passed over for a promotion at work and a couple of weeks ago, a friend she thought she could trust sold a fake story to the press about them being on the verge of splitting up. As they hadn't been pictured much due to him being away, the rumour had gained traction and was still being gossiped about. His publicist advised saying nothing which he reluctantly went along with. It was no surprise that it had all taken a toll on her and he felt guilty that her health was struggling as a result.

She'd suffered from depression since she was a teenager. Despite living well and taking her medication consistently, occasionally the illness reared its ugly head. She'd spend the first few weeks confined mostly to bed, struggling to eat, bathe or sleep. Henry hoped it wouldn't come to that, he was going to do everything in his power to try and nip it in the bud. Luckily he had the autumn off so he'd be around to take care of her if things did take a turn. But he wanted to take her away on holiday and have lots of adventures together. That couldn't happen if she was confined to the house most of the time. Then there was the press. He didn't want any pictures of her clearly unwell appearing online. When she still hadn't answered him and was now looking in the wrong cupboard, he gently pulled her to her feet. "Darling I asked you a question, are you sure you're alright?" He could see in her eyes that she'd been miles away, but his question seemed to bring her back for a moment.

"Y-yes, I'm fine love, why?" He frowned, realising she hadn't even heard him before. Henry led them both to the kitchen table and sat her down carefully.

"Darling, are you taking your medication?" He spoke quietly, not wanting her to get angry or annoyed. Instead, she just blinked a couple of times.

"Yes of course, why wouldn't I?" It was almost like she was half asleep, and Henry was fairly certain now that she wasn't quite well.

"Well, have you noticed how scattered you are? You came downstairs this morning with your top on back to front and you'd left the shower running. I'm a little bit worried you might be depressed again. If I call the doctor, will you speak to them?" Her face just looked confused and he wondered if she'd misheard him.

"Why would I need to speak to them? I told you I'm taking my medication." Henry bit his bottom lip.

"I know darling, but maybe we need to get on top of it… in case it gets worse. The doctor might be able to increase your dose until you're feeling better?" She considered this for a while before shrugging and climbing to her feet.

"Henry I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll ring them." He sighed, desperately hoping she was right.

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It turned out Henry’s suspicions were right all along and despite her doctor agreeing to increase her medication, she quickly found herself unable to function properly at all. She'd spent the last few of weeks in bed most of the time, at first trying to work as best she could but quickly getting frustrated at her lack of concentration and throwing her laptop aside. Eventually, he had to take it away so she could rest properly. She then spent most of the day sleeping, which left him alone the rest of the time and desperately missing her company. He'd wake her up just to make sure she was okay or to try and give her something to eat, but she wasn't up to much conversation or even watching tv. As soon as he'd put on a programme, her eyes would flutter against his chest and she'd be fast asleep.

Her doctor advised Henry to provide gentle encouragement when she was feeling better, but otherwise allow the episode to run its course. He followed these instructions though he did insist on taking her for a drive every day as he missed their long country walks together. At the start of the fourth week, things seemed to be looking up. He found her sitting up in bed that morning, tapping away lightly at her laptop. Her boss had agreed to give her as much time off as she needed, but he knew she was still eager to get back to her job. "Good morning gorgeous girl, what are you up to? Do you think you can eat something for me?" He placed the breakfast tray down beside her, hoping that she'd put the laptop away and take more than a few mouthfuls of cereal as she had done for weeks now. She'd lost weight and was looking sickly.

"Mmm, in a minute," he sighed as he pulled the laptop gently out of her hands. "Hey, I was doing something—" but Henry placed the tray over her lap, holding up a drink in one hand and her tablets in the other.

"It can wait darling, come on, take these and then have something to eat. If you're feeling a bit better we can also go out if you want? I know Kal's missed you walking him in the woods." She eyed him warily for a few moments but didn't respond. Henry then got into bed beside her and kissed the top of her head.

"I dunno Henry, I don't think I can face going out just yet."

"We don't have to go far, just a fifteen minute walk around the edge of the wood. You love seeing the trees turn at this time of year." She bit her lip nervously, not wanting to disappoint him but also struggling to overcome her anxiety. "Well, we can always take the car if you're not sure. I'm just worried you're not getting enough fresh air and exercise. Come on, you still haven't eaten anything." But instead, she shoved the tray aside and shakily got to her feet. Henry bounded off the bed to try and help her but she swiftly pushed him away. "Darling, did I say something wrong? I told you we didn't have to go, it was only a suggestion." She inhaled sharply as she started looking for her hairbrush and some clothes to put on.

"No, you're right, I can't keep lazying about in bed. Go get Kal ready, I'll be down in a few minutes." He put his hands up and motioned for her to stop.

"Wait a minute, that's not what I said nor was it what I meant. You're not being lazy, I understand it takes time to recover and I'm happy to follow your lead. I just worry about you being cooped up in here every day." But it was no good, she was already getting dressed and almost lost her balance a couple of times she was so unused to being vertical for that long. Henry felt terrible, he wasn't trying to rush her or make her feel guilty. None of this was her fault and he followed her down the stairs saying as much. When they reached the bottom, he spun her around by the shoulder and tried to explain. "Look, I know how hard the last few months have been and I feel awful that it's taken such a toll on you. Come back to bed and we can watch a film, I don't want you doing anything you're not ready for." But the look on her face just hardened.

"I thought you wanted me to go outside? Make up your mind!" She then grabbed her coat, scarf, and gloves and huffed off without him. Henry quickly grabbed Kal and his keys to chase after her. She hadn't gotten very far. In fact, he found her at the end of their driveway, her face never having looked so scared and anxious.

"Come back inside love, we can do this another day, come on…" Henry tried to grab her hand but instead, she swallowed hard and pushed herself forward, determined not to look anywhere other than the road. He sighed as he wrapped his arm around her, slowing his pace and huge strides so he could walk with her. She was beginning to breathe harder and he guessed correctly that she was starting to have a panic attack. They were too far from the house now to run back so instead, he tried a different tactic. "Okay baby girl, I want you to list off five things you can see… go." She didn't quite hear him at first, but when he repeated the question more softly she seemed to focus and began looking around her.

"Um, I dunno. Trees… leaves… Kal?" Henry grinned.

"Fantastic! But we need two more." She exhaled shakily and he squeezed her hand to reassure her.

"Um, I dunno…" Henry could see tears well up in her eyes as she became more and more overwhelmed.

"Okay, well there's a field, a hawk," he pointed up just as the bird flew overhead, emitting its trademark shriek, "or the grass below us, a six foot stud…" Her eyebrows knitted in confusion until she saw Henry pointing to himself. They both burst out laughing which seemed to break the tension. "Okay, now we need four sounds." She was able to focus much better this time and quickly listed three noises. "That's it, good girl, we need one more though." She gave him a devilish look.

"Foghorn?" Henry snorted and gave her a swift spank on the bum.

"Okay, now three things you can touch. As I already copped a feel I only have two things to find." She rolled her eyes but tried to think.

"Mmm, well… I can feel the ground beneath me." He nodded approvingly. "Er, my top bunching up beneath my coat… and the big idiot next to me?"

"Nope, I don't count. Besides, we've both agreed that I'm a stud. Come on, one more." Henry was pleased she already seemed more relaxed, they'd made it ten minutes into the walk and by the time they got back, they would have spent a full twenty minutes outside. He was so proud of his girl.

"Ooh, I know! Kal's leash!" Henry beamed, planting a huge kiss on the side of her face.

"That a girl! Right, two things you can smell. I'll go first, your perfume… and cow shit." She responded to his shit eating grin with a scowl.

"Yeah, I don't appreciate being told I smell as strong as shit in a field." Henry struggled to keep his laughter at bay. "Um, I smell… well Kal for one. The poor thing needs a bath. And two, the mint by the side of the road?" He snorted.

"That's my chewing gum numpty. Right, the final one is taste. I'll go first…" Henry then stopped in the middle of the road and kissed her deeply. "Mmm, coffee and jam toast?" She swatted him on the arm and tried to keep walking, but he held her in place. “… I've missed you you know." She looked away sadly.

"I haven't gone anywhere…"

"I know, I know, you always get better eventually. But why didn't you tell me you were feeling low? You don't have to hide anything from me…" The sadness in Henry’s eyes broke her heart.

"I know that love, but I never like bothering you with my woes. You have enough to deal with."

"And so do you, don't think I don't know how stressful you've found everything lately. I know being with me isn't easy and never will be, but we're a team, I want you to know you can depend on me no matter what. Okay?" She looked down, still unsure. "Listen, I know I can't always be around, but that doesn't mean you're not still the most important thing to me. I'd do anything for you, so just promise me that you'll talk to me more and let me take care of you like you take care of me. Promise?" She smiled shyly, which always drove him crazy. "Right, now let's look at clouds. See that one up there? That looks like you when you're sleeping with your gob open…" She thumped Henry harder this time which only egged him on. "And that one looks like your face right before you let one rip…" She tried to cover his mouth but he was too strong and ended up pulling her onto his shoulders for a piggyback ride instead.

"Yeah? Well, I think that one looks like you with my foot up your arse." She then pulled Henry’s beanie down over his eyes.

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 1 year

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here’s my sammy idea; its about edging so if that’s not your thing, keep scrolling!

ok so, i want to edge sam. i feel like the idea it would come up from some argument he was having with boys when having drinks at jakes house, a stupid discussion about who could go the most without an orgasm, and sam gloated about how he is not a desperate teenager.

the little comment takes root in your brain, and on your way back home you raise the idea to him.

“do you actually think you can do it?” you say casually while driving “do what?” “go a few days without cumming” his eyes go a little wide at the question “well… yeah, i think i can do better than those 3, at least, why?” you casually stop at a red light, so you look at him “would you be down to try?” he is quiet for seconds that feel too long “…try it how, exactly?” “well,” you raise an amused eyebrow at sam’s sudden shyness “we do our usual thing, but you make me cum, and you suck it up” you joke hoping to put him at ease, making him chuckle before he quiets down again “so… edging? is it?” “yup” you nod “we can build up to it honey, im not gonna slap a cock ring on you and keep it there for half a month” the mention of the ring already makes sam feel hot under his collar, you continue “we can start with four, maybe five days if that sounds ok- if you are okay with the whole thing, that is” sam nods, its not like you aren’t in control of all his orgasms already, he loves to be putty in your hands “okay, yeah, lets do it” he runs his clammy palms up and down his legs, already feeling a bit jittery “are we… are we starting now?” you giggle at him sweetly “no honey, right now im gonna be sweet to you and make you cum in any way your little heart desires” you park in front of your home and cup his jaw and peck his lips “we can start tomorrow” making him gulp nervously.

you settled on four for being the first time, but god it was the four longest days of sam’s life. from making him eat you out 3 times while praising him, to jerking him off hard and fast, in a way that made him squirm desperately and gasp for air as if he was constantly coming out of the water. you never pushed him too close to the edge, maybe once or twice before letting him catch his breath and take a cold shower.

on the fourth day, sam woke up to an empty bed. he got up and walked to the kitchen, and bent over to hide his face in your neck and mutter a shy good morning. you were sitting on the table with a mug of coffee and a left-over croissant from yesterday. “good morning, pretty. how did you sleep?” it was hell to fall asleep, honestly. you palmed him through his underwear and kissed his neck while praising him for what what felt like hours, so he had to fall asleep with a hard on and wake up to a slight case of morning wood. “Fine” he bit his lip, looking around in the kitchen, catching your eyes every now and then. “im not gonna make you cum yet, sam” you chuckled at his whining “you’ve been waiting for days, you can wait a few more minutes.” you placed your mug and plate on the sink, feeling him follow you like little puppy. “first, breakfast, you are gonna need your energy, baby” he sighed and fixed himself a mug with a bowl of cereal on the side, and ate with a pout “oh, dont be dramatic, sammy”

30 minutes later, you feel him creep behind you while you do the dishes, hands on your rib cage trailing down to your hips “please? now?” he asks quietly and you sigh with a smile “ok sammy, go wait in the room” you kiss his shocked face on the cheek “go, ill be right there” he nearly trips on his way out.

if you could take a picture, you would, because you dont think there’s anything prettier than sam with his hair in a bun, hands tied up above his head, cheeks and chest flushed, squirming from your hand pumping him slowly but steady, and your lips fluttering around the base of his cock. “please, please…” he whines sweetly “sammy, you really arent helping yourself with all your begging and whining” you say, with a seductive smile “can i try something?” “yes, please, just-“ a choked moan and the clench of his legs interrupt him “anything, i need it” “aw, he needs it” you coo mockingly “ok baby, im gonna give it to you, yeah?” he nods shakily with closed eyes, taking this as a chance to take the little bullet vibrator from the nightstand to your left.

with your right hand holding his red, weeping cock up from the base. “just let go when you are ready, ok?” you dropped a kiss to his hip as he nodded, his breath still labored but not as frantic. you wrap you lips around his tip, babying it with your tongue, circling around it gently. his noises almost sound like complains, his hips already starting to shift. when you feel like he got back into it, you turn on the bullet vibrator at high power, holding it to where his shaft connects to his balls, making him almost scream in surprise, and it takes little to no time to get him there. “oh god- oh, please! can i-?” he sobs out, you let go of his tip with a pop “yes, yes baby, come for me, let go-“ sam’s scream interrupts you as his orgasm splatters against his chest. his body tenses erratically, his mouth open with now gasps coming out of him as his orgasm hits him like a train. you pull the vibrator off of him while still pumping steadily to work him through it gently. when there’s only a few tears coming from his cock you pull away from him, immediately standing up to release his hands, the only sound in the room being his panting. “sammy? did i break you baby?” you touch his face delicately, he nods with a wet face, nuzzling it into your hand “let me know when i can clean you up, bub. take your time” while playing with the stray hairs from his bun to pull him back to reality gently

(i know the spacing looks weird as hell but this is tumblr being HELL to write in im sorry)

Oh... now that is delicious.

#god hed look so fucking good too #and hed sound even prettier #ALSO BRATTY SAMMY POUTING??#id have to make that frown turn upside down #this was amazing thank you oh so much anon #you better be a smut writer already bc this was perfect #wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka smut

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warwickroyals · 1 year

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beginning - previous - next

[ARTHUR, TEXT] heyyyy

[ARTHUR, TEXT] whatcha doing 😁

[SAM, TEXT] i’m at walgreens

[ARTHUR, TEXT] ooh u gettin happy pills or somth hahah

[SAM, TEXT] what do you want artie?

[ARHTUR, TEXT] what im not allowed to talk to u now???

[SAM, TEXT] you ALWAYS want something

[SAM, TEXT] don’t lie

[ARTHUR, TEXT] can i stay with u? please! if i stay at the palace any longer ill lose it

[SAM, TEXT] what? no, just go home. i thought you and jean were ✨besties✨

[ARTHUR, TEXT] no! dad is being too dad-ish . . . hes still upset with me over what happened at queens quay

[SAM, TEXT] you can’t get mad, he’s just trying to protect you. you can’t talk to the press like that, you KNOW that

[ARTHUR, TEXT] bro pls! granny wants me to attend church with her this sunday. am begging you 🥺

[SAM, TEXT] fine, but you’re sleeping on the couch and i’m not cooking or cleaning for you. if you want that go to mom’s

[ARTHUR, TEXT] hell yeah! A good big brother would get me a baja blast too. just sayin’

[WOMAN] You are being absolutely ridiculous right now!

[MAN] No, you’re the one being ridiculous. It’s not a big deal.

[WOMAN] Really? Really?! Stealing isn’t a big deal now? That’s where you’re at?

[MAN] Nine dollars, Elizabeth. Nine dollars for milk is absurd. It’s madness.

[MAN] Everything is so Goddamn expensive nowadays—

[WOMAN] I do not care. the cops are basically

guarding this place—

[MAN] Good grief, lady, if you had just put it in your bag—

[WOMAN] No, people might’ve forgotten this but committing crimes is wrong. We can’t afford it, move on.

[MAN] Fine, but you’re telling Emma why she’ll be eating dry cereal for the next two weeks.

[WOMAN] I’m sick of being blamed for this bind you’re in. I didn’t make any of this happen . . .

#warwick.story #chapter three #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ch: arthur #ch: sam #✨

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sirompp · 2 months

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rb and add how you eat lucky charms, and if you dont eat lucky charms you can just tell me to fuck off or something. ill start.

my process begins as i pour the cereal. i stop and take out every clover marshmallow and every star marshmallow as they come out. the clovers go directly in my mouth because if left alone they WILL turn my milk green and thats just awful. the stars are set aside for later.

then i pour the milk and start eating. i eat only the oats, and push all marshmallows to the back of the bowl for later. Except for the unicorns. I eat every unicorn i find along the way because i fucking hate them because they replaced the hourglass which was my favourite marshmallow and they have marble colouring in their hair which no other marshmallow has and thats just bad design not to mention the fact unicorns are an ANIMAL not a fucking charm and they fuck up the rhyme too??? "hearts stars and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, UNICORNS and rainbows and tasty red balloons" <-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??? hourglasses is FOUR syllables. UNICORNS are THREE. now you might be wondering why i dont eat them in the first stage alongside clovers but its because they dont deserve special treatment im not going hunting through my bowl for these fuckers id rather pretend they dont exist and eliminate them the way most would normally eat a bowl of lucky charms but whatever whatever its fine its whatever i dont care its FINE theyre MARSHMALLOWS IM FINE

once i have eaten all the oats and awful horrible unicorns which have no fucking place in my cereal bowl, i have a bowl full of milk and (depending on my time, soggy) marshmallows. this is the DREAM. the IDEAL. can you imagine anything better?

i have an order here too. first i eat the horseshoes, because they vary the most in shape and size. i eat them one at a time. next, i eat the hearts, balloons, and moons. yes all at once. big ol spoonfuls. its awesome. i then eat the rainbows because theyre my second favourite.

now, with my bowl of nothing but milk, it is time to add the stars. ill be honest im not entirely sure why i do this aside from getting the full experience of soggy to damp to dry marshmallows, ive just been doing it since i was a little kid. i think it had something to do with wishes.

then i drink the milk and thats it 👍 mission lucky charms complete

#me tag🍭

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sleepy-achilles · 9 months

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Leon's Nightmare 2, Part 3- Gifts come in all shapes.

Tw- Violence and gore. Demonic stuff happening. I'm disappointed by the horror aspects of Leon's nightmare 1 so I'm trying my best to improve it here. Wish me luck.

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Drew frowns at the kids as they make a mess. "I hope your planning to clean that up" drew frowns as athena moves to him. She just grabs his arm and he can't help but suddenly feel cold. "Athena?" Drew asks. "What did you do?" She asks. "What?" "Why did you hurt him?! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Athena screeches. Drews head snaps towards Leon who's suddenly has multiple stab wounds forming. Drews eyes widen in fear as the skeleton blade appears. A long dark body hand with sharp nails appear holding it. Drews breathing picks up as another hand appears by Leon's neck, squeezing, causing the neck to beging to crack and crunch.

Drew stares at the dark eyes staring back at him over Leon's shoulder. A wicked grin and grey skin, long curly horns. That's when a cruel laugh leaves the creature.

Drew screams as he jolts forward, he gasps and glances around his bedroom. Empty. Empty bedroom. "Leon? Leon!" He yells as he climbs out of bed. He's quick to run downstairs. "Morning dad" athena smiles from the dining room where the kids are eating. "Wheres your father?" Drew asks, sounding breathless. "Uh the study I believe he's painting." Athena tries recalling. "Yeah, asked if I could leave so he could focus. Said he had a dream or something." Ophelia shrugs around a mouth of cereal.

Drew rushes into the study. It wasn't really a study anymore, more of a art studio. The kids all liked drawing in it but the only people who got proper use from it was Ophelia and Leon. He pushes the door open to see Leon sat at a canvas painting. "Leon" he sighs. "Hey baby, didn't wanna wake you but I couldn't help it. Needed to paint this thing I saw in a dream last night. Thought this might help get it off my mind." Leon explains. Drew walks over and his heart stops.

The demon from his nightmare. "Um what was your dream?" Drew asks. "Its weird. We just spent the day together as if it was normal. As if we were friends." Leon chuckles. Leon puts the brush down, turning on his stool to face Drew. "Im sorry I left the bed. I know I normally don't I just needed this baby." Leon hums placing his hands on drews hips. Drew frowns as he cups Leon's face. "Thats alright..baby.." Drew mutters. "I love you" Leon whispers resting his head against drews chest. "I love you too." Drew promises as he hugs Leon close. He feels deep in his gut that this might be the last time for awhile. Drew squeezes his eyes shut as tears build and just rubs his thumb against the back of Leon's head.

"I love you.. "

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Sheamus watches drew as he laces his boots. "You alright man? You seem..off..." sheamus asks. "Just been a long few weeks. With Leon's seizure, pressure from hunter about the tag belts and don't even get me started on H and Caspians school reports" drew sighs standing up. "How has he been?" Sheamus asks. Drew frowns and looks at their mutual friend.

Before he can answer, Leon strolls in. "Hey baby" Leon smiles as he walks over. Sheamus frowns as Leon kisses drews cheek. "Im going to be late home tonight. I've gotta talk business with hunter." Leon states. "Okay" drew nods. "Ill let the kids know" drew adds. "Good. Good" Leon nods. He looks at sheamus. "Looking good man" Leon smiles at him before walking off.

Drew sighs. What is he to do? No one wants to listen. He phoned taker this morning and taker stated he took a look and Leon is fine. Kane even looked. Drew needs so- "that's not Leon." Sheamus suddenly speaks up. Drews head snaps towards him. "What did you just say?" Drew questions facing him fully. "Thats not Leon. Leon would never call you baby for one, he hates that nickname unless it's towards an actual child or small animal. He would never stay late to speak to hunter. He never did for vince. If they needed to speak to him, they had to do it during the show or speak to him the next day. And finally, he's never nice to me. He never compliments me because he believes it will fill my weird obsession with him, but you and I both know it makes me try harder to try get him to be nice." Sheamus rambles.

Drews eyes widen. "Thank you" drew whispers hugging sheamus. "Thank you Sheamus" he pulls back. "It was him last night. But now? Now I'm not too sure" drew admits. "Ministry?" Sheamus asks. "Thats the issue...ministry would know these things. Its how he managed to hide last time. We never knew because he knows how Leon thinks and act." Drew admits. "Oh god..something new? No..that..that can't be good." Sheamus groans. "No. No it can't." Drew mutters looking back at the door.

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Drew watches as Leon pulls his jacket and vest off. Drews eyebrows raise as he notices Athenas Cross is gone.

He glances at sheamus who also has noticed it.

Yeah. This isnt Leon.

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Athena frowns as she walks into her bedroom. Her eyes immediately land on the cross dangling from her desk lamp. The cross that should be around her Papas neck.

She reaches forward and grabs it only for her breathe to be knocked out of her.

She gasps and stumbles back, her back hitting something..or someone.

She turns and stumbles back again at the sight.

"Its alright baby girl...I'm not here to hurt you" the raspy voice tries to soothe. Athena watches as the red haired woman kneels. Her skin burnt and ruined, but her hair? Her hair and her piercing green eyes are perfect. "W-who are you!" Athena barks holding out the cross. It doesn't do anything which throws her off. "Im Athena. Your great grandmother." She smiles. Athenas eyes widen. "Grandad takers mama?" Athena asks. "Yes sweetie. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you."

"Help me?"

"Help you."

"Help you save your Father."

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Drew runs a hand over his face as he walks into the house. He pauses after the door shuts. For a house full of four children, it's awfully quiet. "Kids? Kids! I'm home!" Drew calls. "Shush!" Caspian barks from the kitchen. Drew furrows his brows as he walks towards the youngest. He stops in the doorway as he sees the kids sat around the table with candles, holding hands. Two of the kids holding hands to a empty space.

"What the hell?!" Drew barks flipping the lights on. The kids groan and protest at their dad. "We were trying to save papa! You've scared her off now!" Athena barks. "Im sorry what?!" Drew demands. "Great grandma! Athena can see her! She's like grandad taker, uncle kane and papa! She was helping us contact papa!" Ophelia explains as if it's obvious. Drews eyes widen.

No. No.

Athena was supposed to be normal. She wasn't supposed to be like Leon and taker.

Takers mother is like them?

Of course she is.

"Jesus" drew whispers. "You know that isn't papa! Why won't you help us?" Athena asks. "Its not that simple! That's why!" Drew snaps grabbing his phone. He pulls up takers number but pauses.

He glances at athena, she's staring at him with pleading eyes.

He quickly swaps to shawns number.

"Oh hey drew"

"Shawn..we have a problem. A purple problem."

"I know. I'm glad you finally called. I'll be over as soon as I can."

Drew looks at his phone as the man hangs up. "Of course. Can always rely on you Shawn." Drew whispers with a small smile. "Grandpa?" H asks. "Yeah-" "Grandpa sees things. He has done ever since he moved into the valley. Dad's also started seeing things since marrying papa. He believes there nightmares. There not." Athena explains to the youngers.

Drew pauses. How does she know that? "Grandma athena told me." Athena hums. Drew frowns. "Clean up kids. Grandpa is coming." Drew orders, moving to the table and blowing a candle out.

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Humming of tip toes thru the tulips echos around the empty space.

The lost and conflicted man cups his hands around the back of his head, arms covering his ears. He rocks back and forth trying to block the stupid song out.

A cold hand cups the back of his neck. "You must not give up now. We cannot let him win. Not anymore. Not now." The glitchy voice states. "Why? Why should I trust you?" "Because he betrayed me. He tricked and betrayed me. Its time to stop hiding in the shadows. It's time for me to seek revenge.-" "to stop being his bitch?"

"Exactly. Now get up."

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