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#cause I was not shy about letting them know I wasn't happy to leave close to three hours early

angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hi can I request a headcanon with Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader where his mate is very tired after a long hunting trip so he takes her and helps her wash herself and is very soft and gentle when doing so. They can’t help but be very touchy feely and are a bit cheeky touching her lower back/ resting their hands on her bum and stroking the sides of her breasts gently with the back of their hands and them cuddling with her without clothes next to the water, basically just fluff with a little bit of teasing and cheeky touches from them? Thanks 😊

Bathing together is so fucking intimate and makes me melt.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, purring, bathing together, playful biting, teasing, size difference, neck kisses, tail shenanigans, protectiveness, cuddles, human!Reader

A/N: I'm somehow emotional about this and I don't know why. I think it's the intimacy and the affection.

JAKE SULLY

Has his tail resting on your upper thigh the whole time you're bathing together. He's not too teasing with his touches, he wants you to be relax and comfy in this moment. Kisses the bite mark on your neck a little bit too often though, he can't help it, he finds it so pretty on you, his teeth marks, your scents mixing together, your naked body wet against his, if he wasn't tired he would be on you without a second thought.

NETEYAM

A little shy at first and has his back pressed against yours, with only his tail happily tapping on your lower back. If you ask him he will help you wash up after a long day. Still tries not to look which causes his hands to slip to your front. You can feel him shaking as he helps you wash up, he's a nervous mess, just like you, which makes feel a bit better. Groans when he's done, his head resting on the back of your neck, mumbling how this is nice but pretty nerve-wracking.

LO'AK

Cheeky and teasing when he pulls you against him, a playful smirk on his lips, his fangs drawing your attention and making your face heat up. Tells you to turn around so he can have an easier time washing you up and so you're not to embaressed. Bites your ear when he touches your thighs and moves up, his slender fingers drawing random patterns on your skin, more intent on making you pass out from your blood rushing to your head then helping you clean up.

TSU'TEY

From the moment you take your clothes off his hands are on you. Not in a lewd way but you are his mate, so he has to make sure you didn't get hurt while on the hunt. You might be skilled but you're still human, so much more fragile then him by nature. Try as he might he can't turn off that overprotective part of his brain. When he's done inspecting you for injuries he pulls you into his lap and actually starts to clean you up, his chest vibrating, happy that his mate is safe.

AONUNG

Pulls you close with his tail and dives under the water along with you. It's easier for him to inspect you this way. He very deliberately brushes his tail against your tail and down your back to make you come up for air, that adorable almost growly expression on your face as you try to intimidate him. You may look that way now but he knows that sooner or later you'll come up to him, take his hand and press your chest against his large palm. You want him here, you love it when he helps you wash up, when you feel his large hands over your smaller body.

TONOWARI

Teases you to cover up his worry from you going on a hunt by yourself. He loves hunting with you but whenever you go alone he gets anxious, the ocean can be dangerous even for his kind, let alone a small, cute human like yourself. Holds you against him the entire time, his teeth playfully snapping close to your neck, sharp fangs leaving an imprint on it to mark you as his once more as his hands start to wonder, no longer intent on helping you wash up but rather insure you know he loves you in the most intimate way possible.

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bvbygrl-writes · 5 months

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Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud

🦡

the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild

THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.

The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.

"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.

"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.

"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.

Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.

"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.

"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.

You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?

"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."

#bvbysblurbs:neville #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville x y/n #neville x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #🦡anon

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Hi can I request Tara Carpenter x fem reader smut where Sam catches them in the act.

Warnings: smut, fingering, getting caught

my taglists are here (I added one for SCREAM) + you can requests here at any time

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Sam was out at an appointment with her therapist and Quinn was on a tinder date — well, a sex date.

After the latter left, Tara wasted no time turning off her laptop, see you later Babadook, and smashing her mouth to yours. The kiss knocked the wind out of you and you fell back against her pillows, causing the two of you to laugh.

Since the events of Woodsborro, Sam had become very protective of her sister. She had difficulty trusting new people and allowing anyone close to her sister, which annoyed the hell out of Tara. She was nineteen, she didn’t need a person breathing down her neck.

Sam knew you and Tara were friends, but she didn’t know you were girlfriends. Tara wanted to keep the girl part of girlfriends a secret from her sister, knowing she would flip if she knew. Just because her last boyfriend was a psychopath murderer didn’t mean Tara had the same luck.

‘’Did you bring it?’’ Tara whispered, breaking the kiss but keeping her forehead flushed against yours, her breath hot against your lips.

You hummed. ‘’In my bag.’’

An excited grin spread on her lips and she kissed you again.

She was talking about the purple bullet vibrator she saw in your dorm a few days ago. You had forgotten to put it away in the drawer after using it, and Tara’s eyes fell on it with interest and curiosity. She picked it up and looked at you with a shy smile.‘’Can you use it on me?’’

The sexual side of Tara's life was fairly new to her, but she was very interested in learning, whether it was about herself and what she liked and didn’t like, or how to please her partner. Fortunately for her, you were more experienced and happy to teach and guide her.

You slipped from under Tara and fetched your bag to get the small object that would soon have her whimpering on her bed and begging you to let her cum.

When you returned to the bed, Tara tried to snatch it from you, but you slipped it in your pocket and shook your head at her. ‘’Not yet.’’

She let out a whine of protest. ‘’But I’m so horny, please.’’ Her lips pursed into a pout, but you didn't give in. A sigh left her lips, annoyed. ‘’Fine. If…if you don’t want to play, I’ll play with myself. I don’t need your help.’’ Tara peeled off her blue shirt, tossing it at you to emphasize her frustrations, and moved to her jeans.

She was wearing a matching bra and panties, the light pink color looking pretty on her. Fuck. Your plan was starting to backfire.

Before Tara could get her hand beneath her panties and touch herself, you pinned her hand down, changing your mind. She looked up at you, her dark brown irises filled with desire as they found yours. Without breaking eye contact, you pressed a kiss to her bare knee, then slowly pried her legs open and spread her open for you. She hummed in approval, your thumb pressing against her clothed clit, causing a gasp to leave her lips.

‘’Hmm, baby, you're so wet for me,’’ you pointed out, feeling her arousal seeping through the delicate fabric.

‘’I’m always this wet for you,’’ she replied with a glint in her eyes. Tara pushed herself against your hand, eager for you to do something. ‘’Please touch me.’’

She was so pretty when she begged.

You ran a finger up her thigh, and to her covered slit. Tara’s hips automatically bucked up when your finger grazed against her clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving her mouth.

When you first started getting sexually involved with Tara, you didn’t think she would love it that much. It was so cute how horny she was all the time, always trying to get her hands on you and vice versa.

Although she wasn't shy to ask for sex, she was still shy — and insecure — about some things. Like the scars on her body, forever reminders of the night her life turned into a nightmare, or how small she was.

Reaching in your back pocket, you retrieved the vibrator and turned it on. The buzzing sound filled the room and Tara almost jumped in excitement, her legs having minds of their own and spreading wider. You got your hand between her legs, pressing the vibrator right against her clit for the first time, eliciting a mix between a cry and a moan.

You drew the vibrator back for a few seconds, then pressed it against her clit again, this time longer.

Tara's head fell back to the pillow, a loud gasp left her lips at the feeling, her hips bucking up into your hand. ‘’Fuck, this feels so good.’’

Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip as one hand reached her covered breasts and freed one breast from its cup so she could play and pinch her nipple.

‘’You look so fucking beautiful like that,’’ you praised, starting to feel a throbbing between your legs.

You upped the setting a notch, sending Tara into a complete frenzy. She was a mess, mewling and whimpering beneath you, and you hadn’t even taken off her panties yet. You pulled the fabric to the side, exposing her already wet pussy and you almost moaned at the sight.

You slipped a finger between her folds. It was easily sliding in and out, coated with Tara's slick. She was so wet that you added a second finger, making the familiar coil in Tara’s stomach become tighter and tighter.

‘’Oh my god— Yes!’’ she cried, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She grinded against the vibrator, whining as she gripped the sheets beneath her finger tips. ‘’I think I’m gonna cum. I think— Ah! I’m gonna—’’

Caught up in the moment, neither of you heard the appartement door opening or the hallway floorboards creak under Sam’s boots or the short knock on Tara’s bedroom door before it opened and Sam walked in as if it was her own. Usually, when people knock they wait for an answer before entering, but she didn’t care about that policy.

‘’Hey Tara, have you seen my— Oh my god.’’

Sam’s voice broke the moment and both of your heads snapped toward the door.

Mortified, Tara’s very exposed and vulnerable body froze, her close orgasm forgotten, her eyes growing so wide you thought they were gonna jump out. ‘’Sam!’’ she sputtered out at her sister at the same time Sam turned around and walked out, repeating ‘I didn’t see anything’ over and over.

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#tara carpenter #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter smut #scream 6 imagines #scream 6

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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warm you up ㅡ park gunwook (requested)

park gunwook x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : none !! i'm sorry i took so long with your ask dear anon :(( hope you'll like it

gunwook was close to cry when he saw you this morning in your big puffer. you looked so cute, trying to disappear in it to protect yourself from the cold.

but as much as he find it endearing, he could see you were really, really cold.

you hated winter. well, no, you loved looking at the snow by the window, being wrapped up in a plaid with a hot chocolate and a christmas movie for background noise. but as soon as you stepped outside, you just wished you were back to the warmer days.

school was hell. you were pretty sure the whole academic system was made to cause your downfall, because why the fuck would they send you on a school trip during winter? and it wasn't some school trips where you could spend the day indoors, no, they sent guys to the fucking mountains to go hiking.

if you hated winter (the season ‼️😟), gunwook will hate it as well. even as a friend, he's kind of a protective person and he likes to help his dear ones in whatever situation. now you were feeling cold, and it was not just because you were overly sensitive to this weather, it was in fact VERY cold. oh, how he wished he could just take you somewhere and hug you to warm you up. but he couldn't just leave the rest of the class with you to take you somewhere hot. plus, he was way too shy to hold you in his arms.

throughout the day, gunwook tried to warm you up subtly. it was just small little things, and you didn't even realize his attentions earlier. at first, he was clumsy as he didn't know what to do. he stole your phone to make you run and feel warmer... yeah, you weren't very happy about it. then, he made sure when you walked that you were always on a spot where the sunlight was hitting, so you could be where it's hotter. but gunwook figured out it wasn't enough at all.

"y/n, what do you think about my gloves?"

"hum... they look good?"

you were taken aback by the sudden and weird question, but you answered anyways. gunwook stretched his arms to you his gloves better.

"you want to try them on?''

"why would i want to try them on-"

"okay, i'm letting you try them only because it's you."

you accepted with frowned eyebrows, confused about his actions, but you let it be only because you had no gloves and you would love to warm up your hands even for seconds. he took off his gloves and insisted on putting them for you, which you let him do. while you were looking at your hands now covered with his black woolen gloves, gunwook also took off his scarf to wrap it around your neck and your head to cover your ears. you looked at him, even more confused.

you didn't have to ask him anything, because he talked before you could.

"i was thinking they would suit you better than me."

"aren't you cold?" you asked a bit worried.

"don't worry, i can handle this kind of weather", he responded, trying to look cool.

"tch, you're bragging" you scoffed.

you looked at his hands that were already getting red from the cold. you sighed : he didn't have to endure the cold for you... you looked back up to him with a smile.

"thank you, gunwook."

and now, the redness of his hands went to his cheeks, because you took his hand in your and put it in your pocket.

"let's go, we have to catch up with the rest of the class."

gunwook let you drag him happily towards the rest of the group, and despite the freezing weather, he couldn't help but feel warm thanks to your hand.

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yyxandere · 6 months

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Hello! I have a small idea about the attitude of several yanderes from the Tojo clan towards their darling (this will be drastic and inexperienced, be careful 🤺):

Daigo, during his idle period, may take you for granted, neglecting you, but after Kiryu knocked some sense into him and became chairman, he began to greatly regret his behavior in the past. Therefore, he tries in every possible way to make amends to you like a beaten puppy. Mine tries to help him with this, looking for all the information about you and keeping an eye on you, reporting all the details to his master. If Daigo finds out that some men are too close to you, he will "convince" you to behave more decently (if they are lucky enough to survive).

Nishikiyama is not shy about showing his affection for you by giving you gifts or taking you on dates to expensive restaurants. Such an obvious braggart for you both before the events of Kiwami and after. He rarely takes his eyes off you, so I don’t rely on myself for a particularly long time.

Kiryu is so awkward when it comes to expressing his feelings, but he really tries! Oh, how he loves it when you spend time with the children! The way you take care of them even including Haruka just makes his heart swell with respect and love for you. In addition, Kamurocho is rich in all sorts of places for entertainment such as bowling alleys, game clubs and especially vending machines with plush toys. So you two are definitely not bored.

Kashiwagi may seem callous and cold at first glance, especially in Yakuza 0, but this is only at first glance. He expresses his concern when no one is looking. Did you leave after preparing food for him? He devoured it in a short period of time like a man possessed. Were you offended by some idiot? Don't worry, he's already kicked his ass. Do you want something? Everything is settled, the desired item is already on your coffee table! But over time, he becomes more open about his feelings towards you, becoming softer and more relaxed. Imagine his indescribable gratitude and happiness when you still agreed to be with him even after he left the Tojo clan. He is completely yours, your honor!

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

Anon. I will kiss you on your sweet, delectable lips right now. CAUSE THIS ASK IS HEAVEN SENT.

It’s been so long since I played Yakuza, so if the characters are OOC then please forgive me cuz it’s really been a long time (ノωヽ)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT ON DAIGO'S PART IT'S AMAZING!!!!!

Daigo in his early day would definitely be an asshole to you, he won't lay a finger on them but he would definitely ignore his you. Daigo loves them all right, but after what happened (Him and Ryuji), his pride is shattered and because of that he acted more of an asshole and of yes, in that period of time he really took you for granted, but when Kiryu saw or heard of what was happening (maybe you and Daigo still in a relationship, no kidnapping yet) Kiryu would absolutely slam him and like what you said knock some sense into him, he will give Daigo an ear of how to treat you properly.

After he became chairman, Daigo grew into a much more level-headed person, he thought more logically and more of a decent person rather than a brute. It wasn't easy for him, but he finally managed to learn better ways to approach you. However, you were always very cautious around him since he has been so cruel in the past, he knows. So he started to pay attention and he is trying to get closer to you. And he is making progress by spending time with you even if it's a fraction of time. Let's say even if he tries to spend time with you it doesn't work because you can't really seem to love him anymore because of his past. Then he got that part covered, you are now dating one of the strongest Yakuza clan in Kamurucho, hell even if you leave the city, the Tojo clan's reputation and influence is everywhere, so no matter where you are you're always going to be found, plus is it not for the better if you stay with him rather then leave? If you leave Daigo you won't have any protections against other Yakuza rivals, plus he is a whole new man mostly for you.

And since he is the new head of the Tojo clan he will have many men on his side, and one of the most loyal of them all is Mine. he is absolutely devoted to Daigo and will do anything to keep him happy, so if Daigo requested him to set up cameras, Mine would obey his command without hesitation. Daigo need information about the friend you were hanging out with? Bam, he has all of their records, their family, their last hospital check, their messages, whatever Daigo needs is there. Daigo's schedule may be full but if he does manage to make time, be prepared to be snuggled with love and riches. You've been eyeing that bag for a while now? He will come inside the store with you grab it and give it to you THEN pay for it and whoever decides to even harm you both on your outing, their ass be prepared for an ass whooping of a night and after that maybe if they are still conscience he will call one of his men to deal with the random thug. Most of all, Daigo now as a chairman will be more soft and loving towards you, like you said anon, like a puppy.

UGH MY FAVORITE KOI TATTOOED MAN NISHKIII :(((( (i just really wanna hug him bro)

Now Nishki was never afraid to show his love, it was like he was always in that honeymoon phase in the relationship, always bringing you flowers, you and him going out on walks or him giving them chocolates, you kept on telling him many times that he shouldn't do all of this, but he disagrees. St first you thought that it was only a phase in the relationship, but nope, many months in and he still does it, and slowly it's getting quite overbearing, even if you ask Nishki to give you some space, Niski is going to look at you with eyes like a beaten puppy and so ever since you have not said anything, worrying that you might hurt Nishki's feelings. Nishki is a huge romantic, he would always hold your bags and all and he would always pester you about living in the same apartment as him, you told him that it was too quick, Nishki at first would give you some space, but that wouldn't stop him from asking over and over again.

Now if we go the Nishki who is a different man than before, it's now like talking to a different person, Nishki before was a romantic wherever you went, he would always give you kisses and whatnot, but our blood-stained Nishki doesn't, don't get him wrong he loves you dearly but now it is a WHOLE different level. Remember you don't want to live in the same house as him? Too bad, he doesn't even ask the question, your'e already at his house with high security, so make sure that you will never leave. Nishki had been through hell and back, losing his brother, being compared to him, swallowing his own pride in front of his men, and the cherry on top, the passing of his dead sister. Nishki grew more paranoid, he became selfish he is like a feral dog protecting a bone or such, he is fuming and ready to blow someone's head off if they EVEN think to take you away from him, his keeping you captive is like a defense mechanism after all the things he went through, screaming and yelling won't do anything, it is much better to be quiet and do whatever he wants rather then be starved or slapped by him.

Can't make a post without mentioning my GOAT!!!!

Ah, Kiryu. The Dragon of Dojima is such an honorable and respectable person, the art that was placed on his back signifies the power and strength he holds, everyone knows his name in the city of Kamurucho or the dark underground, he is what a man wants to be, strong, respected and cold- wait is that him with a person holding their hands?! And in a closer look, HE IS BLUSHING?!!!

Jokes aside, our main man, Kiryu is an absolute oddball, he's a strong and composed man and can manage to have a clear line of thinking even in a dire situation, but whenever you near, or even hold his hands, inside of him, he is FLUSTRED, let us just hope that you're oblivious to that or else this man will go in a blushing state, good thing that Kiryu doesn't show to many expressions and just shows a stoic one. Like you said noonie, he really tries to show that he really loves you, Kiryu knows that he can be kind of bad when it comes to FULLY expressing what he wants to express, so he does a lot of acts of service, he regularly listens to your problem he even tries to learn how to cooks so you won't ever eat anything unhealthy.

Now if this is the time when Kiryu has Haruka, that's when things start getting interesting. Kiryu desires a normal life, especially a domestic one, he doesn't care who wheres the apron not, and he doesn't care at least you're happy, heck he would be content if he is a stay-at-home husband, and while you work, every time you went back home after a long day you would smell newly cooked food and steamed rice ready, while Haruka helps Kiryu with preparings the plates, but of course if you want to take a bath first, the tub is already filled with warm water its really your choice. Kiryu trusts you, that you won't go away or leave cause of Haruka, You heard what happened to Haruka and Kiryu knows your kind heart and in that moment knew that you won't ever leave Haruka or him, such thoughts could make you feel guilt for the rest of your life., you'll be another parental figure to Haruka no matter what.

Still, on the idea of domestic Kiryu, I would imagine all three of you go to a family outing or some such, maybe a weekend when you guys are in the park eating picnics or even the nearby arcades, both Haruka and Kiryu are gaming nerds. If ever Haruka wins a plushie from a vending machine, she will give it to you and the scene always makes Kiryu's heart flutter since Kiryu is a family man, if there was someone who would be foolish enough to hurt his family (even if you guys aren't married yet) he will show them that living in the Yakuza for many years showed him many different punching techniques…

Now…for my favorite old man……

Devotion. That's one word to describe Kashiwagi when it comes to your love.

You know how much he cares because even after all of those years with you he never lost the way his heart beats faster or his cheeks burn red, because of you, because of what you did and made of him, it is hard to imagine the day where he doesn't feel your presence, your heartbeat in his ears. When you first met him he was cold, and his piercing gaze was frightening, but with some kind of miracle both of you decided to see each other, he became softer, of course, but is still cold and stern when it comes to the Yakuza business, but at home or whenever yall meet, hell ease up his worries. I highly doubt that anyone would even dare stand where ever you are when beside you is a menacing man, who they do NOT wanna fuck with. He is very overprotective of you especially when he is a high-ranked officer, so there are going to be many enemies just waiting to strike against you.

And oh lord, whenever you do such domestic things like, make him coffee, give him his bento, or even kiss him after a long day doing shady business, he will just become putty on your hands, your hands are like magic to him and I feel like his men know about you, so whenever you visit Kashiwagi whenever he's in a bad mood he will immediately lighten up keep his voice to a minimum to not scare you.

After he left the Yakuza, he would do more acts that he had to restrain because he was in the Yakuza, most of the time he would kiss you (on the cheek only) when there were few people around. You also bet your ass that yall are gonna get married, he always dreamt of marrying you when you both became a thing muttering your name with his last name or better yet both of you having kids of your own. So when both of you were married he was crying his eyes out man, seeing you in a white shiromuku (traditional Japanese wedding dress) just comforts something in him and the ring on your finger signifies the love you both have for each other. If you ever have a kid (biologically or adopted) he would give them all the love there is, he might be a stern father but he has his sweet and soft moments with them (I find him having a girl). Like Kiryu, he is a family man, and whoever touches his small family must know that this man was in the Yakuza and knows his way to pummel people to the ground.

UGH YAKUZA MEN ARE THE DEATH OF ME, I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY SORRY FOR THAT ANON, BUT YOUR ASK WAS SO FUN TO WRITE TBH!!!! SO PLEASE DON'T BE SHY AND SEND MORE IF YOU WANT TO!!!!

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wonuwrites · 2 months

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Always Sabotaging // A DK One Shot

Pairing: Idol! Lee Seokmin (DK) x fem!reader

Type: ≋ (Fluffy/Angsty)

Word Count: 2.084K Words

Summery: Y/N has had bad luck with love, after fighting with her boyfriend, Seokmin, she walked away but was it worth it?

Based off this song

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Fights happen, that's just the way of life. Deep down you knew that but you couldn't help but hate yourself. Why could you not just hear him out? Why did you have to assume the worst? Why did you not listen to him but them. Those damn voices of self doubt, those sabotaging thoughts. Why, why, why?

You had never been someone who has had a great time with relationships. In fact, everything you know about love is negative. Everyone in your past gave you more reasons to assume that fairytales were bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Every time something went astray, you would walk away because you were taught that fighting leads to heartbreak and it just wasn't worth it.

However, you knew that Lee Seok-min was different from everyone else. He was gentle, kind, and made time feel like it stopped whenever you were with him. Meeting him was a happy little accident and when you first met it seemed too good too be true. Looking back at your first encounter it was like it out of a movie scene.

♥Flashback♥

You were closing up shop for the night. You owned a local floral shop with your best friend of fifteen years. You had already flipped the sign from open to close and just had to finish a few more things before you could finally leave for the day. You were sweeping some fallen leaves while listening to one of your favorite kpop songs, Kidult by Seventeen, humming along to it when you heard the bell of the door chime. You quickly spun around in shock and were confused because you swore you locked the door just moments before. However you were even more confused to see who was huffing and puffing while locking the door. DK from Seventeen. Yes, the guy whose vocals were now playing on your Bluetooth speaker. Before you could say anything he made eye contact with you and spoke, "hello ma'am, I'm sorry I was being chased by some people and need a place to hide. Is it okay if I stay here for a minute?" You didn't know what to do so you just nodded while trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You then heard screaming so you quickly pointed behind the counter for him to hide. While he hid you shut the curtains and turned off the lights. You quickly ran behind the counter and saw the distressed idol in front of you and your heart sunk.

Being an idol was anything but glamorous, anybody knew this. However, people have dreams and you understood why someone would want to become an idol. Especially DK. That voice deserves to be heard.

The silence and your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you crouched down in front of him with a safe space between you. "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?" You whispered. You were normally shy especially around men but for some reason, you were calm. You felt like you were supposed to be the brave one in this situation so that is what you did.

He gave you a weak smile before shaking his head, "you are doing enough by letting me stay here. Thank you."

You nodded and just sat there in silence. You didn't realize your Bluetooth was still on and that was when DK realized what was playing and looked at you smiling. You blushed and stood up to grab your phone.

"Ah, where are my manners," you said nervously as you went to search for your phone, "I was just listening to music to help make cleaning go by quicker." "It's okay, you don't have to turn it off just for me." "No, no, it's not for you," you said quickly causing him to raise an eyebrow, "I mean- I don't know. I uh."

Smooth (Y/N), Smooth.

Your sudden shyness made him giggle and he stood up. You quickly switched the song which of course went to another song by Seventeen. This made both of you giggle. You in embarrassment, him because he found you precious. He didn't really look at you until now and you were gorgeous and just so nice. He felt guilty for the way he just barged into a "closed" floral shop to hide from a mob. He was just trying to get some fresh air and it happened out of nowhere. He reached up to scratch his neck before clearing his throat to make some small talk. "You said you were, uh, cleaning?" You nodded. "How much more do you have to clean? Can I help?" "Oh, just have to finish sweeping and count some money but it's okay. I got -" "-Please," he interrupted, "I insist. It's the most I can do. You helped me hide." You pursed your lips together and thought about it before ultimately sighing and standing out of the way, "OK. Are you okay with sweeping?" "What, do you not trust me with money?" He asked teasing you before walking past you toward the broom. You blushed and was about to tell him that's not what you meant but as if he was reading your mind he gave you a wink. "I'm just messing with you. Of course I am okay with sweeping." He grabbed the broom and walked back to where you were sweeping prior to him coming in. You watched as he picked up where you left off and couldn't help but smile softly. You then went to the register and started to count the money in the drawer. There was a comfortable silence between you with only soft music, from his group mind you, playing in the background. You both ended up finishing sweeping and counting money around the same time. He walked back to you and set the broom against the wall. You looked at him a bit embarrassed as you realized the reality of the situation where he essentially just worked for free and you cleared your throat. "Thank you for helping me, I feel bad though. Can I pay you for your services?" He gave you a confused look before shaking his head no. "What do you mean? You don't need to pay me." "I uh. I don't know, I just feel bad." "Don't, trust me it's okay." "Are you sure?" He nodded and then looked at you once again. Once again, he couldn't help but find you beautiful. Part of the reason he wanted to stay was to be with you a bit longer before you both went your separate ways. However, the silence and your charms made him want to get to know you more. He realized this was a once in a lifetime chance. He then cleared his throat before stating, "well…" You gave him a puzzled look. "Well?" "There is one thing you could do for me." "Anything," you insisted causing him to chuckle and smile his infamous beautiful smile. "Will you go on a date with me? Say Friday night?" You were shocked. The DK from Seventeen just asked you to go on a date? Do you know how many people would kill you for this? You found it sudden but knew you would be an idiot if you said no. Like, how often would a chance like this happen. "Oh. A date? Um yeah of course." His smile grew wider making yours grow wide as well. "Fantastic, it's a date then… uh," it was at this moment when he realized he did not know an important detail. Your name lol. It was at that moment you also realized you had not told him your name and you giggled in embarrassment before saying, "my name is (Y/N)." "(Y/N)," he repeated, "gorgeous name by the way." You couldn't help but blush before saying a thank you. "It's a date then," he said while looking down at you. "It's a date."

♥End Of Flashback♥

Angry tears fell as you remembered your first encounter. You were angry because you let your fear take over and just would not even fight. You honestly can't recall why you were fighting to begin with. All you knew was that you missed him and regret walking away. It was not his fault that the voices of the past were louder. It was not his fault that he did not know about that part of your past. You just wish you could take it back but it feels impossible. You sighed as you wiped your face and stood up. You were defeated but also needed to get ready for your shift. Your friend understood and told you to take as much time as possible but honestly, you could use the distraction. After about a hour, you were finally ready. As you walked outside, you noticed the sky was also sad and grey. Fitting. You sighed as you put your headphones in and made the familiar walk to the shop. Half way there, you realized you should have drove or stayed home because it had started to rain. You cursed under your breath and started to pick up the pace. Soon enough, you got to the shop. You shivered as you walked in. "(Y/B/F/N), I'm here~" you called out as you closed the door. It was a tradition you both had when you came in. You didn't hear her say anything but the cashier who was working said hello on her behalf. You walked into the back when you heard distant whispers coming from the office. That was odd. You ignored it at first as you went to the coat rack and hung up your drenched jacket. You then walked toward the door to just show face when your stomach dropped. You saw your friend and Seokmin in a heated discussion. "Look, for the millionth time, I don't know when she will be back, Seokmin, I'm sorry." "Please, I really need to see, (Y/N), it's important. She won't answer my calls." "Have you thought there could be a reason?" "I've done mental gymnastics, (Y/B/F/N), I don't understand and that is why I need to talk to her." Your heart sunk even more then it was. You didn't realize how much he was hurting as well. Made you hate what you did even more. "I'm sorry Seokmin, I really am. I'm just as confused if it helps." Seokmin just sighed and wiped his face. "I know, I'm sorry I'm bothering you with this. If you see her, just tell her I stopped by?" Your friend sighed before looking up and making eye contact with you. You put a finger to your mouth and was about to book it when Seokmin realized she was looking over his shoulder. That's when he turned around and saw you. Both of you just stared at each other for a moment. Not knowing what to do. Your friend then cleared her throat and walked past him and put a hand on your shoulder, "I think you can tell her that, Seokmin. I'll be up in front, I think you both should talk it out." With that she left leaving you in a silence that used to be comfortable but now it was uncomfortable. Neither of you liked that. It hurt more then the fight. It hurt more then you ghosting him. You don't know how long it was before you both broke down into tears and wrapped each other in an embrace. "I'm sorry," you cried into his chest. You both held onto each other as if your lives depended on it. "What happened?" he asked as his rubbed circles into your back. "I don't even remember, I just remember being afraid." "Of me?" "No, no, never you." "Then what?" That's when you sighed and pulled him deeper into the office and shut the door. You knew in order to fix this, you had to open up and explain what why you were the way you were and why you walked away. Surprising to you, Seokmin was understanding and supportive. He held your hands as you talked about everything and it got easier. "Thank you for sharing, (Y/N), I know it wasn't easy to do," he whispered while kissing your hands, "I will do everything in my power to make sure you see love to be a beautiful thing." You sniffed while looking him in the eye, "what if I get scared again? What if I sabotage us again?" "I'll be with you fighting that battle with you, I won't leave you alone." fpgjgnjrggrjg this is first writing in 2 years. pls be nice

#Lee Seokmin #Dokyeom #DK #Dokyeom Oneshot #dokyeom x reader #seventeen oneshot #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #wonuwrites #kpop oneshots

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wavetorhia · 11 months

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right side of my neck

sirius black x gn!reader

summary: in which you and sirius part ways after your first date. butterflies and pink tinted cheeks as you say goodbye.

fluff, cutie patooties

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laughter fills the air, fingers intertwined as you and sirius walk across the sidewalk toward the bus stop. the moon and stars look down upon your figures as you share toothy grins and glistening eyes.

"-and then right when he had ran out the dorm in his towel ready to chase us, minnie had just made her way right around the corner. poor jamesie ran away so fast that he lost his grip on his towel."

sirius had just finished an hilariously embarrassing story of james, which had caused you to erupt in giggles. you looked at the ground holding your stomach with the hand in which wasn't taken by sirius'. he looked at your smiling face, your cheeks splattered with pink. as you look up at him, he looks into your eyes (and is completely sure that there are stars trapped inside them).

he doesn't realize that he is staring until you give a "is there something on my face" which he in turn retorts with a "yes, your unending beauty." this causes a snort and smile to be let out by you, which causes him to smile at the fact that he is able see your face light up because of him.

the whole date with you had felt like a dream to him. never had he imagined to have the privilege to hold hands with you. to laugh and smile with you. to be with you. it had filled him with so much happiness, overflowing with the love he felt. he's left in a daze until you break his thoughts.

"ive always wondered, who cuts your hair?" he feels the hand that was held with yours become cold, and then your touch at the soft ends of his curls.

"mrs potter is usually the one who pesters me the most to cut it, so i just become a barber in the bathroom." sirius cautiously runs a hand through his hair. despite it being one of the things he's confident about, self-consciousness creeps up when being with you. noticing, you smile at him and reach for his hand, fingers interlocked.

"i think you make a fine hairdresser." he lets out a small chuckle followed with a "thanks" as you both continue walking with joined hands.

it is quiet, comfortable silence as the faint sight of the bus stop comes into view. your hands sway slightly between you two, sirius' thumb rubbing against yours, causing butterflies to fly around your stomach.

the stars and moon witness the love that surrounds your figures. they see the shy glances, the flushed cheeks, the closeness, and slowed footsteps to try to decelerate the moment you have to depart. but before you know it, you're both met with the illuminated bus stop, with its empty metal seats and plastered advertisements.

as the bus approaches, you and sirius share a knowing look that your time together must come to a close. you give your hands a squeeze, a silent message saying, "thank you for the time we've spent." and as sirius silently squeezes back, sending a "any time with you is worthy of mine," the bus halts in front of you.

before the doors open, you feel arms wrap around you, where you return the embrace with no hesitation. you smell the cologne that clings onto sirius' figure, wanting to remember his scent before you say goodbye.

the metal clacking of the motor vehicle fills your ears, signaling that you must release yourself. feeling your arms loosen in your hold, sirius gives you once last squeeze before letting go, feeling his body become colder without your warmth. you take one step onto the bus and glance at sirius before saying:

"this was fun. let's do it again. okay?"

he lights up and smiles.

"of course, i never intended for this to be a one time thing."

you smile back at his response, completely entering the bus, the doors closing. sirius sees you take a seat and look out the window back at him. you exchange waves and small grins before the bus begins to leave.

as you drive farther away, you see sirius walking in the opposite direction of the bus. you glance over your right shoulder to take another glance at him, smelling the faint scent of his cologne linger on the right side your neck. as you turn back facing the front, you fail to notice sirius' glance looking back at you as he continues to walk away.

both of your cheeks left rose tinted, butterflies engulfed your stomachs as you and sirius reminisce your time spent together.

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#sirius black #sirius x you #sirius x reader #fluff #marauders #hp marauders #the marauders era #sirius black fluff #harry potter #sirius orion black #oneshot #rhia's collection ✧.*

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i3utterflyeffect · 3 months

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a hundred epitaphs - Fic

no i wasn't expecting to write this either. this happened at like. midnight. anyway woe, gold and victim angst be upon ye. still not confirmed canon for king merc but if you want it to be then. shrug. im not your dad [ao3 link]

"You don't have to do this, you know."

The familiar voice emitted from the screen Victim kept monitoring the empty space of the void, and they tilted their head slightly to look at it, seeing the flash of Gold on the screen.

"...I didn't ask for your opinion, you know."

"Shut up. Besides, it's a fact, not an opinion."

"Do I look like I care?"

"I don't care that you don't care."

"Somehow, you remain a headache even after I've seen color." Victim looked back to the book they were studying.

"Good. I like annoying you." Gold sat down. "You're fun to annoy."

"What do you want anyway? I know this is opened up far from where you've ended up. It took a lot of walking to get to here, I'm sure."

"Heck yeah it did, and it sucked! But I needed to talk to you! It's important."

"Fine. What is it?"

"...It's about Dad."

They paused, finally turning their attention to Gold, closing their book. "...Yes?"

"I want you to let Dad leave. And... and for you to leave Purple and their friends alone too."

"...what do you mean?"

Gold was silent for a moment, before the question processed. "...What?" They asked. "You're joking, right? You know you're bad at that."

"I'm not. I'm genuinely asking."

"I just want him to be happy... And you're not letting him. Purple deserves to be happy, too."

"What? Aren't you angry?"

"Angry?"

"They replaced us; both of them. Your father with Purple, and my creator with every creation that followed me. It's unfair. Why would you want them to be happy after they replaced--"

"How dare you say that about my dad."

"...what?"

"You said that he replaced me," Gold growled. "And you're wrong. I know he has nightmares about me every night-- I feel it. And I have nightmares about it too! You just don't get it because your creator never cared!"

"Gold--" Victim said, their voice a warning.

"Not to mention that Purple wasn't any better off than yourself! Do you really think that they don't deserve to be happy just because I was there first?! They nearly died in the same way I did! They almost were just like me! You can't seriously think that we're any different1"

"Gold."

"No, shut up! I'm sick of this! Every time I tell you what you're doing is wrong, you just shrug it off and ignore me! It's like you just want to hurt people at this point! You're just as bad as your creator!"

"SHUT UP!" Victim lashed out, slamming their fist against the screen and causing it to emit a loud crack as it shattered.

The two were silent for a moment, but even so, the air was tense. Victim was breathing hard still as they pulled their arm away from the display, which was now disrupted by spatters of disrupted pixels, colorful lines sprouting from the area where it had cracked. "Never compare me to him." They hissed, voice sharp and trembling with rage.

Even through the busted display, Gold was still visible. They had flinched back, shying away from the screen as though they were afraid that Victim would break through.

They're afraid. Good.

"...I'm sorry," They said, voice soft and trembling. "...Please, just don't leave me alone here."

Victim only scowled in reply, before turning off the screen.

They stamped out any guilt or sadness that Gold's reply might have incited easily; they were very talented at that. It was something they were proud of.

They were right, undoubtedly. Gold would come around. They had to.

Somewhere in the void, Gold was alone again.

Somewhere in the void, Gold began to cry.

#tommy's stickmen tag #king merc au #animator vs animation #ava #ava/m #avm gold #ava victim #ava gold #avm #animation vs minecraft

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zmayadw · 11 months

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Total Recall || Duskwood Jake x Fem!Mc Oneshot ||

A/N: Hello lovelies! 😊 Well, I haven't been active much here lately, my life is a bit hectic these past few months, but I'm still here! 😁 And it's been quite a while since I wrote anything, so I really hope you will somehow find this acceptable/likeable in any way. 💚

As always don't mind my crappy title 😅, and don't mind any mistakes you might stumble upon. Take care and happy reading! 💚

WARNINGS: Huh, I don't really know if I should use some special warning here, I haven't really needed it so far 😅 But lets say it does have some descriptions that are slightly "mature" 😶 So there, you have been warned! 👍

When her eyelids slowly opened, all she saw was darkness. Unmoving her head from the pillow, her eyes jump around it until her sight landed on a shy streak of light coming through a small crack in the curtains pulled over the window.

It appeared as it was night time, at least she suspected so. And as her vision almost entirely adjusted to the darkness and the soft breeze from the outside stirred the curtains, allowing her a short but clear sight of a starry night sky, there was no more doubt about it.

But something wasn't quite right in all this.

She did love the calmness of a night time, but she never felt quite serene surrounded in complete darkness, her fingers almost instantly reaching for the switch of her night stand lamp whenever she would wake up in the middle of the night, like now. So why did it feel different this time?

As her mind tried to figure out the cause of this sudden change at her usual behaviour, she suddenly became aware of something else - she wasn't alone in the bed. There was unmistakable presence of another person, the closeness of their body radiating the heat over the bare skin parts of her back.

But she wasn't alarmed about it, not at all. On the contrary, she was so seren, that feeling only getting stronger as her thoughts finally arranged themselves and a blissful smile begin to form on her face.

With as less commotion possible she leaves the bed, her bare feet impressively silent crossing the room over the old creaky parquet to the window. Parting the curtains just so enough light enters the room she turns, her heart skipping a beat as her sight falls on the person occupying the other side of the bed.

Jake was there soundly asleep, the strands of his pitch-black hair lying messy around his head and pillow. Her fingers wiggle of their own will then, her mind recalling how just recently her hands were moving through that same pitch- black, her lean fingers tangled in those same messy strands, and how silky it felt under her touch.

Her eyes move, this time stopping and lingering on his slightly plump lips. As in a trance she lift her hand, her fingers lightly resting on her own much thiner ones, slowly start to move to her neck, continuing over her breast and belly, retracing just a small path his soft lips took just hours ago. A warm breeze from the window graze her skin, her whole body shivering from the memory of his warm breath accompanying that every kiss, her skin burning and body hungrily arching for more under him as he continued to explore every part of her, her head spinning every time he came near her most sensitive parts.

As her eyes continue to move over him, she recalls everything: how his strong hands delicately glided over her bare skin as if affraid that they could hurt her, yet at the same time weren't affraid to grab her tighter in the much needed moments; how her own hands greedily grasped for him, pulling him as close to her possible, with nails digging at his skin in the times of high pleasure. How their bodys amazingly fitted together, their every move perfectly synchronized, or how the sounds of pleasure were equaly heard leaving both of them.

"Mc? Is everything all right?"

Jake's hoarse and sleepy voice reach her ears, but she was still in her trance state, she didn't really register him speaking to her.

After few more unsuccessful tries to get her attention, he quickly gets out of bed and almost runs to her.

"Mc, what's wrong, what happened?"

The panic in his voice was evident, and when he put his hands on her upper arms and notice her shivering, that panic only rose.

"Oh gods, Mc, you're shivering! What is going on?!?"

Blinking a few times, she finally wakes out of her trance and looks puzzled at him "Jake, wha- what's going on? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm sorry, you're asking me what's going on?" he questions looking equally, if not more confused back at her "I wake up to you standing in front of the open window with this- this sheepish look on your face, and when I spoke to you, few times might I add, you were silent. And then I near you and realise you are shivering like a leaf on the wind in the middle of summer..."

"All right, all right, I get it, no need to be so dramatic." she cuts him casually, peck him on the cheek and starts going back towards the bed.

"You gotta- dramatic? I'm being dramatic? I think you got things waaaay wrong here." he defiantly replies crossing his arms in front of him.

"Awww, come on babe, are you really gonna get so much pouty at me now?" she teas back, only getting him more irritated.

"Now I'm pouty! Well, excuse me for worrying about you!"

"Oh, don't be like that." she says apologetic "You know I love you for being concerned about me, but there is nothing to be concerned about here, really."

"Is that so?" he speak back not completely believing her " All right then, if you say so. But, I would still like to know what the heck did happen to you just now."

Realising he won't drop this until she gives him more concrete answer she sighs "Total recall."

"I'm sorry, but did- did you just say 'total recall' ?"

She just nods getting even more confused look back from him "I'm sorry, but what in the hell does a 1990's movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger has to do with all this?"

"Huh?"

Now it was her turn to be confused but he starts to speak again before she had a chance to even think straight, let alone say anything else.

"Or were you refering to the remake with Colin Farrell maybe?"

He was so serious, that it took her a moment to compose herself, before her laughter boomed through the room.

"Wonderful, and now she's laughing like a madman at me."

He looked completely defeated by now, but she couldn't stop laughing. Pulling all her strenght in the effort to stop, she get up and walks to him " Oh you silly man. I'm not laughing at you."

But when he only gave her a stern look with a raised eyebrow she barely managed not to start laughing again.

"Ok, ok, let me explain, yeah?"

"Please do, enlighten me, as I'm clearly clueless here about everything."

Taking a deep breath to make sure she won't start laughing again she begins "Ok, so first, you did hear me correct, I did say total recall. But..." she quickly continue as he was about to comment on it " BUT, I wasn't refering to any of the things you mentioned."

"What I was refering to, and I realise now how my choice of words was maaaaaaaybe slightly confusing to you, was that my mind was recalling on the total events of earlier tonight."

The confusion was back on his face again "The events of earlier?"

"Yes, babe. You know, what we did earlier... tonight...in the bed...and the shower...and-"

"And the kitchen table..." he continues thoughtfully for her, and when he finally realised what she was talking about, his features change and a sly smirk starts to form on his face.

"You know" he begins, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her closer "remakes are rarely any good, but maybe we should test that theory, you know, just to be sure."

"You know what" she starts placing her hands around his neck "I think you're absolutely right here - we should definitely test that theory."

"Then we should waist no time and get on with the testing." he grins at her "Care to choose the first spot for it, my dear?"

"Oh, I say we just stay here. This rug feels pretty soft under my feet, if you get what I mean." she grins back and wink.

"Oh, I get you, darling" he leans to her ear, his warm breath on her neck once again making her whole body shiver "I totally get you."

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake #!!slightly mature content!!

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alexias-left-foot · 2 months

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Scared of the dark

It´s the first time i write something here so Idk how to do this, sorry about it, also, my native language isn´t english, so im sorry for the spelling mistakes. I wrote a small one so you can see how I write, Hope someone can give me orientation and a feedback, please. Btw, wrote this while listening to the song Scared of the dark by Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign and XXXTENTACION, if you want to hear it i leave here the link for you.

Warnings: Alexia`s ACL Injury, angst, dead, insomnia, nightmares,

Today wasn't a normal day, it wasn't actually a day. It was 4:46am and you were still awake. You couldn't sleep, Everything felt so wrong. Alexia and Olga were sleeping and you were thinking and rethinking everything you have done with your life, on the balcony of your room with a view of the city. The sun was starting to get up and you didn't even start to sleep. Even if you were sleepy you could see how beautiful the city is, it was your home now…

You were only 15 but you already signed a contract with an European giant, with Barça, to replace Putellas while she is injured cause she tore her ACL. You were young, nervous, clumsy and shy when you arrived.You have never been to Barcelona before, but it was espetacular . Everyone of your friends told you how beautiful it was, you believed in them, of course they were right, but you were still scared. You were far from your mami e papi and from your friends and from your little town where it all started, but Alexia and Olga made sure you were gonna be okay and safe.

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They made everything feel like it was your home. They helped you with your homework, helped you when you broke up with your girlfriend, helped you when most of your friends stopped to answer your daily calls and messages, and on many other things,like when your parents died in a car crash. That was the low point of your life. the tragic death of your parents. You never went to throw it. It was and is hard for you to accept that they were just gone because of a drunk man. Thinking they were gonna make you happy on their way to see you after long months, they made the worst mistake ever of getting out of your town and never got into the game. You were terrified when Alexia had to tell you what happened. You cried so much that night. It's so scary to think that it was only one month ago.

Since the accident Alexia promised nothing was gonna happen to you, she and Olga would be your family and will forever protect you no matter what. They were your family now. Your little family. They are everything that you have left. They did a good job with you last month, actually, they were incredibly good at dealing with you, they always listened to you even if you said the most stupid things, even if some words might hurt them they always listened to you. They wanted to make sure that you know that they would always be there for you no matter what happens, they wanted you to know that you will always have a shoulder to cry on if you wanted to. You know that they were always going to be there for you, but you just didn't want to bother them or being a weight

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You are seated on a small couch that is on your balcony. The fresh air makes you feel good, less anxious than you have been, but it also makes you cry because it reminds you of home, how simple things were.

Suddenly you hear a calm voice interrupting your thoughts ´I didn't know you were an early riser, nena.´ It was Alexia. Alexia has called you nena since she met you, it has no special reasons but she likes to call you that. ´Me neither…` you answered with a tired little smile ´Everything is okay?´ She asked you with a concerned look while getting close to sit with you on the couch. ´Not really, I can´t sleep, I'm having countless nightmares, can't even think of getting into bed again´ you let off steam as you gazed at the city that was beginning to be more illuminated. ´I heard you screaming during your small nap after the practice, now I heard you opening the windows and seeing you like this is hurting me. Me and Olga are starting to be more worried about you again nena, you have been more tired than ever, zoning out every time, and being all day in your room. I know it is normal, it has been a month since the accident happened, I know you are still fighting and denying it, but you can't go through this alone, nena. I also know you are just a teenager, and that the accident isn't the only thing making you like this right now and that you also have this teenagers' problems, I know stupid people will be there and leave you many times, and it will hurt, I know it will leave a big scar on you, just like everything that makes you leave a tear, but we are here to help you, no matter what happens, vale?´ She was being so honest with you, it hurted seeing her being hurt by your own problems, her eyes were wide and she couldn't sleep because of you and you were feeling so guilty because of that. ´ I'm sorry Ale´ you said, clearing the tears that started to fall when Alexia started to talk ´I'm trying my best to talk, but it is so hard to open up, even worse when i'm not sure what to say. I truly don't know what to say, I want to talk so much but I just can't ask for help or open up, I just can´t. I swear it is not because i don't trust you or Olga, cause i do, but yes cause i just don't know how to talk or how to say everything that has been on my mind lately. i'm so sorry, i'm gonna try harder and better, and i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to warn you or to let you guys worry, i´m so sorry. I´m just so scared of everything. Everything is so different now´-you said while you just let the hot tears fall from your face. ´Oh pequeña, you don't have to be sorry for anything, it's not your fault. We love you, we are just worried. You are our little kid, our child, that's why we are worried about you, because we want to be a part of your life nena. We love you. We believe in you, we know you are strong, but you don't have to go through all these things alone. You are going to be fine, I promise.´ she said while hugging you and wiping your tears away. You both fell asleep after that, because you were woke up by Olga at 11:00 am. ´Good morning sunshines`she said with a little careful laugh ´Morning´ you and Ale said ´Slept well?´she asked with a funny look ´Thanks to Ale, sí,mucho!´you said while hugging the couple

#alexia putellas #barcelona femeni #fc barcelona #alexia putellas x teen reader

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princessdong · 1 year

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I love you (even if you don't feel the same)

I came with the angst this time. I swear it will have a happy ending... Eventually.

Yoohyeon knew you all her life, she spent all her life by your side, ever since she was a child.

You two were five at the time, and you were walking around the hybrid shelter while looking at every pup. You had told your parents you wanted a pet, and they agreed, even though they didn’t give you exactly what you wanted. You had expected a pup, a cat even, not a human as a pet, but they calmly explained that hybrids lived longer than pets, and that alone made you like the idea of having an hybrid around. Plus hybrids would understand you better, they were also humans after all, so they wouldn’t chew on your stuff, and it was whar sealed the deal.

Yet, you couldn’t find an hybrid that caught your eye completely. They were all cute, all playful, and probably the perfect company to anyone who decided to get them, yet none of them sparked anything in you. Or that was, until you saw Yoohyeon. She was sitting alone, playing with some legos, far away from every other hybrid, and you decided to go sit next to her, who jumped from surprise when she noticed you.

“Why are you playing alone? Isn’t it boring?” You asked her, earning a look of confusion from those wide brown eyes.

“I-I guess? I mean- uh, I like playing alone, it’s quiet.” She answered you, which sprouted thousands of questions from you.

“But, wouldn’t you like someone to be your friend? And have someone to play?” You asked, and she looked down, continuing to play with the blocks.

“Yeah, but... It’s hard for me to make friends.” She explained, and you nodded.

“We can be friends, I want a friend because my parents spend too much time working, and they don’t have time to play with me.” You explained the reason you were there rather quickly, making her look up at you.

“Why me?” She asked, knowing that you were implying getting her home with you.

“I don’t know, I guess because you seem lonely here alone. Do you want to come with me?” You asked her, and she looked once again at the toys.

She wasn’t sure if leaving with someone she didn’t know was the best idea, but all her family had been adopted, and she had nothing else there either, so she nodded, leaving the blocks on the floor and giving you a hand.

“My name is Yoohyeon.” She had told you that day, as you forego formalities and hugged her instead of giving her your hand, causing her tail to start wagging.

“Oh! That’s so cute, your tail is wagging! I’m Y/N, nice to meet you."

You two had gotten out there as friends, with Yoohyeon wearing a collar that you quickly asked your parents to take off of her as soon as you were out of the shelter, but she didn't want to. You didn't understood why, and you never understood why for the months she wore it, but you never judged, she was your friend, and if she wanted something, you would let her get away with it.

It only took her four months to get rid of the collar. Only four months to feel like she was part of the family enough to feel like she wasn't a pet, so she wouldn't need the collar. And it took her only four months to become completely glued to you. She ended up going to school because you went there, and she missed you on those hours you went there.

Yoohyeon quickly discovered that she hated school, the kids were mean to her because she was a puppy, and no matter if she barked, they would only get worse. But you were always there to defend her, no matter if you got in trouble because of it, she was your family, and you wouldn't allow them to make her feel bad. And as time passed, more kids started to defend her, less children were mean to her, and she saw more hybrids. She got more friends with time, and became less shy with time, yet there was one thing that never changed, and that was how close she was to you.

Yoohyeon never thought anything about it, she never questioned why she wanted to be this close to you, or why she didn't like when other people (not caring about their gender or if they were or weren't hybrids) got close to you, or why she liked so much to be pampered with your affection. It never made sense, until her friends made her realize that she was in love with you.

"I thought you knew about it." Lee Siyeon told her at lunch one day, when they were in highschool.

Lee Siyeon was a Rottweiler hybrid, and while everyone found her intimidating, Yoohyeon knew the truth: She was nothing but a cuddly puppy who loved to be around people. And Yoohyeon not being scared about anything was what made them friends, as she gave her a chance. And once Yoohyeon gave her a chance, other people started to give her a chance as well.

"Of course she wouldn't know, she's always so oblivious." Wheein, another dog hybrid, answered for her, and Yoohyeon couldn't do anything but blush at it.

She was right, and Yoohyeon couldn't fight it. She was oblivious, to the point where she hadn't known when girls flirted with her, leading to the point that she never had a girlfriend, even though she was on the last year of highschool, and she seemed popular with all kinds of people. Yoohyeon always said it was because she didn't found the right one, but now that her friends forced her to accept the truth, she saw it was because she only wanted you. But of course she had to hide it, she didn’t want her friends to tease her for it.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. But it doesn't mean anything, I don't have to go and tell her what I feel." She defended herself earning a laugh from her friends.

"Do as you wish, but you should tell her, you might never know if she likes you too." Dami adviced, with her tail flickering under the table, a way to tell the puppy hybrid she's being dumb.

Yoohyeon didn't like the way the cat hybrid told her dumb, or rather she didn't like being called dumb at all, even less in those situations, though Dami wasn't wrong, and maybe it was what she hated the most. The worst part was that those words kept going around during the year, and accompanied her to college, where the two of you moved out of your parents' house and got into an apartment, which you two paid while working part time. And somehow she thought it could be a great time, now that she had ended up high school, and that in case the worst case scenario happened and you didn't want to see her anymore because of her feelings, she would be able to get into the college dorms, or maybe rent a place with someone else.

So she got ready, she prepared herself, and got you flowers, and rehearsed what to tell you. She didn't feel ready, she didn't felt confident, but still she wanted to do it, she wanted to tell you, even though she didn't know what to do. The day came quickly, far too quickly, she had chosen to do so that day because finals were over and you two were more relaxed. So she got roses, and got to the apartment after a while ready to confess.

"Y/Nie! Where are you?" She asked from the door, not seeing you around.

"I'm coming! I was getting ready." You shouted from the bedroom, quickly getting to the living room. "What's with the flowers?"

"What's with you getting all dressed up?" She asked confused.

"Uh, well... I wanted to talk about it with you, but, what's with the flowers." You asked once again.

"It doesn't matter, what did you wanted to talk about?" She asked after closing the door, sitting on the couch, with her tail wagging so strongly that each hit on the couch was heard.

"I... Recently started seeing someone, and, I don't know, I wouldn't say I love them, but... She's kind, and really an amazing girl, I just didn't want you to just one day come here and find a stranger in our home, I know how you get..."

Sohee was amazing, she had the same classes as you did, and you often sat together, until she decided to ask you out. You accepted, even if a part of you screamed that you shouldn't, but you did, and you were... Happy, though not thrilled. You wouldn't say you imagined your whole life with her, but you could learn to love you, to grow to want a life with her. Yet, after three dates and her asking you to be officially your girlfriend, you still weren't sure of it.

But Yoohyeon, who was sure of loving you, felt her hear break for the first time, feeling like she had been too late, a lifetime too late.

#puppy yooh au #hybrid dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher scenarios #yoohyeon scenarios #yoohyeon x reader #yoohyeon imagines

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lostonehero · 9 months

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More crossroads, Henry

More adventures in puberty Micheal is suffering.

Drunk Henry is something warning for smut and dubious content mostly because William is incredibly shy.

Jeremy is intersex he really doesn't care, but his mom had to give him a second talk with the old man

"Happy birthday, Micheal." William smiles, placing down a cake in front of Micheal. It reads happy 15th birthday.

Micheal wasn't exactly feeling happy his body hurt, and his appetite was completely gone. He hasn't told anyone, nor has he really been vocal about how uncomfortable he has been. He put on a fake smile and accepted the first slice. It was a carrot cake his father baked for him himself.

Jeremy smiles. "Thank you, Mr. Afton. How does it feel to finally be on my level?"

Micheal huffs. "You're only 3 months older than me, and you don't see me holding it above Charlie that I'm a month older." He takes a bite of the cake it was really good, but he felt bile rise in his throat, and his stomach wasn't having any of it today.

Charlie shrugs. "I don't care. We're all born in the same year." She has already finished half of her slice. "But Micheal opens my gift first."

Jeremy crosses his arms. "No, he opens my gift first since it's obviously better than yours."

Neither of them have noticed Micheal push his slice of cake away as he hugs his stomach. He barely got down lunch earlier, and he can already feel that fighting to come back up. Father said growing pains could cause nausea, but maybe that was for Charlie with her period.

William notices his son's change in behavior almost immediately. "How about Micheal goes to his room to get my gift first?"

The two teen huff but nod.

William takes this chance to help Micheal back to his room and lightly closes the door. "Hey, my little fox, what's wrong?" His son was still shorter than him, but he knew with the late bloomers in his family it was only a matter of time.

Micheal leans his head into his father's chest. "Stomach hurts." He frowns. "Body hurts too, don't wanna ruin the party."

"Micheal, it's your party. You can decide how it goes." William frowns as Micheal goes a shade paler than he normally is. He places his hand on his forehead, no fever, but he feels cold. "Alright, that's enough. we can reschedule." He can see his son try to protest, but he sways on his feet, nearly falling. William hefts him into bed and tucks him in.

"Mmmh, sorry." Micheal pulls the blanket over his head.

William shakes his head and heads back out. "You two are free to do what you wish, Micheal doesn't feel well."

Jeremy frowns. "But I got him something important, like really important."

William sighs. "No, Micheal has a fever, and I will not have him straining himself."

Charlie frowns. "He didn't even touch his cake."

Jeremy pauses. "He didn't, but he loves carrot cake." He mumbles something in German. He places a newspaper wrapped gift. William couldn't determine what it was. "Can you give this to Micheal when he wakes up, I'm going to ask my mom to come by."

William nods. "Of course, and please do, I don't want to drag Micheal to the hospital. He really doesn't like them."

Jeremy leaves with Charlie following him.

......

"What was so important?" Charlie sighs, following behind the blonde.

"It's a personal gift." Jeremy shrugs. "I didn't think he was sick. He just looked tired. That old man has been pushing all of us. I just thought it was that."

Charlie frowns. "But we're fine." She crosses her arms. "Pa isn't targeting Micheal either."

"I know." Jeremh frowns. "Let's just go. I want him to be ok."

"So what did you want to ask me about?" Charlie jumps in front of Jeremy.

"I mean, I already asked my mom and the old man, but uhhhh, I got lady bits now." Jeremy shrugs. "The old man said it was possible, I mean, I don't feel any different. I still feel like a guy, yaknow?"

Charlie tilts her head. "But you don't have boobs?"

"I mean, the old man just says I'll be able to have kids like a woman could, or like a man if i choose." Jeremy shrugs.

"Huh." Charlie pauses. "Do you bleed?"

"No, I just have another hole." Jeremy frowns. "Although I have the best of both, I am both man and woman." He stands posing like a strongman.

"Ugh, you guys are getting the cool stuff." Charlie kicks a rock in front of her. "All I've been getting us this stupid charm getting bigger and more elaborate, and these fucking boobs. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable a bra is? Of course not." She sighs. "Besides now, boys are looking at me, and I don't like the attention. I'm not interested, and I just want to keep working on machines. Maybe in the future, I would want someone else, but I'm happy now with you two idiots."

Jeremy sighs. "I get that, but uh, I was asking Micheal out on a date in my gift..." He shrugs. "I know the whole queer people are evil thing, but he makes me feel good, and I really like him. Oh fuck what about school?"

"I'll beat anyone's ass if they come after either of you." Charlie sighs. "You know Micheal's had a crush on you for awhile."

"He what?" Jeremy's voice cracks as he grabs Charlie by her shoulders. "What do you mean he has a crush on me?"

"He has liked you for like two years. He woke me up when he figured out he was a queer. I guess you leveled up on queer? I really don't know how it works." Charlie shrugs, pushing pass Jeremy. "Come on, we're almost at your place."

"But Charlie, what did he say about me?" Jeremy runs after her.

.....

A red-headed man stood over the curled up body under the covers. There was a light frost over the blankets and the smell of smoke from burnt sheets. "You poor thing." He sits on the edge of the bed. "I know you can't hear me, but I did this for my son as well. I can't get close to my granddaughter like my son can. She's getting to be as dangerous as he is. I didn't know humans developed at different rates, some slower, and some faster. Your father called it a late bloomer, but it seems you will be developing in quick bursts, unlike your friend who has been changing slowly from the start, giving his body time to adjust."

The red head flicks his fingers, and the sheets and bleddinng have changed to clean fire and freeze proof bedding and sheets. "Your father is quite protective, thanks to my son, which makes this difficult, but..." He placed a black and red gift at the foot of Micheal's bed. "You're going to need this, and you'll need something hearty when you wake up." A bowl of thick chunky liquid, like a stew, appears next to Jeremy's gift. It's unnatural in color, and it seems to glow. "Finish the bowl it should help your stomach against the changes."

He pats Micheal's leg and gets up. "Sleep well, young warrior." And in a puff of smoke, he vanishes.

......

Jeremy opens the front door. "Mother, are you home?" He yells a greeting in Yiddish.

"Jeremy, why are you home? Oh honey, did it go poorly? Come on, I can get you some... Oh, hello, Charlie."

"Hi Ms. Fitzgerald, Micheal hasn't even seen it." Charlie smiles.

Jackie pauses. "What?"

"Micheal got sick, and can you come over to look at him?" Jeremy wrings his hands. "He didn't even eat his cake, and he loves carrot cake."

Jackie frowns. "Ok, ok, come on, I'll drive over." She sighs. "Let me get my medical bag first ok just wait in the car."

The two teens nod and follow orders.

.....

Jackie shuts and locks the door. She didn't need William hovering over her shoulders and her son watching from the doorway. She sighed as she moved the blanket off Micheal and saw the empty bowl next to his bed. "Don't pretend to sleep, I know you're awake."

Micheal had his eyes screwed shut. "It hurts...."

Jackie pauses, ok, he wasn't pretending. "Where does it hurt?"

Micheal groans and hugs his chest. "Dunno hurts."

"Ok, just breathe." The color of the crumbs of the food tipped her off to the old man visiting, along with the new bedding. Micheal felt like ice and fire at the same time. Ok, this wasn't a virus. This wasn't even a sickness. This had to run its course. She could at least help him through the worst. "Micheal, I need to remove your shirt and shorts, leave your boxers on."

Micheal pulls his shirt off it has singe marks along with frost and kicks his shorts off. He tries to grab for his blanket but Jackie stops him.

She could see his own muscles and bone twist under the skin as if they were trying to figure out their new positions. Angry red marks twisted around Micheal's skin, and he had moved himself to his stomach. The swollen mass on the end of his tail bone had to breathe, and she didn't want to wait for it to burst itself. She pulls out a sharpened scaple from her bag. "This his going to hurt. Bite down on your pillow now."

Micheal follows instructions and screams, feeling the sharp blade pierce his skin and feel the pressure release. He's crying as he is afraid to move and feels something warm drip down his back.

Jackie uses an antibacterial wipe and cleans the area. "You did a very good job. Now I'm going to clean up the blood, and then you can see what I pulled out. Try not to move it so fast it's very new and will be growing more. Thankfully now not internally."

Micheal takes a breath and finally looks back, opening his eyes. It was small black with a splash of red and a very sharp hooked point at the end. It reminded him of a pig's tail mixed with a devil one. He can feel it stretch as it grows longer in front of his eyes. He can assume that it's going to get thicker as it gets longer.

Jackie brushes Micheal's hair back. "Your body got you a gift for your birthday." She gives a small smile. "You're going to need to eat more than that stew. Your tail will otherwise take from your body as it grows through the rest of the day. Don't be scared, alright. I'll make you something hearty and filling to help. Go put on a baggy shirt and don't put on pants."

Micheal finally sits up, hugging his chest. "Is this bad?"

Jackie shakes her head. "Not at all, Micheal. Your body is changing in two ways. Normal puberty, and well, the effects of working with that old man. Now my son is going through similar changes. Do you want me to ask him to come talk to you?"

Micheal nods and pulls his banket around him.

"Ok, I'll make you something to eat." In German, she opens the door and calls for her son, and I pull him inside while she heads out, shutting the door behind her.

.......

"Micheal is fine." Jackie stares at William while she chops some of the vegetables she pulled out for a stew. "Your family must have spruts of growth rather than a constant cycle. The changes to his body happened as would his normal growth spurts would. Currently, he is growing a tail, and my boy has already started to trim his horns along with gaining new body parts. However, he isn't done, but the difference is Jeremy is constantly changing slowly, so he isn't in pain like Micheal is going through bursts of growth."

William frowns. "I did most of my growing between 15 to 19. Is he growing a tail? Is he ok?"

"He's in pain, but that's to be expected, I cut an opening so it wouldn't have to burst through the skin." Jackie pauses, putting the vegetables into the pot. "He needs support, I can't magically take his pain away. Just don't make him feel alien or like a freak of nature. Maybe walk around in your monstrous form, which makes him feel comfortable with his body changing because he isn't alone."

William nods. "Yes, of course I would never want to harm him." He pauses. "Micheal likes chicken soup, but uh, a hearty stew works, he hates mushrooms don't put thoes in."

"Give him another slice of the cake. He needs all the calories he can get." Jackie smiles softly. "I'm making him some hearty stew. I won't add mushrooms, alright. However, wait till Micheal opens his door back up to give him more food. I wouldn't want to interrupt the two talking."

"Right. I can tell Henry to bring home extra food." William is already calling the fazebear diner he was working at.

.......

Jeremy sits next to Micheal on his bed. He has a red blush on his face, and he had to force himself to look away from Micheal. "I uh my mom told you I'm changing too." His voice cracks. "I uh yeah."

Micheal nods. "Yeah, she said something like that." He looks back, and that small pig like devil tail has doubled in length and thickness. "I feel like a freak."

Jeremy looks back, and his face goes a few shades darker. "I uh, can I give you your gift now?"

Micheal raises his brow but nods about to reach for it, but Jeremy leaned close and kissed him. A loud crack was heard as Micheal pulled away pale and gasping hugging his chest. His tail is now 5 feet in length, thick and strong. He could feel tears prick the corners of his eyes, and he was shaking.

Jeremy gasps. "Micheal, I'm so sorry. i-" he stops as Micheal locks their lips again.

"N-now get your mom, please." Micheal has gone a few shades paler, and Jeremy can feel a warm wet spot grow next to him.

Jeremy doesn't need to look to know that blood. "Y-yeah." He rushed out of the room. He starts to speak rapid German and Yiddish.

Jackie hands William the wooden spoon. "Stir the pot till I get back." She grabs her back and heads back inside the room, locking the door.

William notices the blood on Jeremy's hands. "What happened?" He feels an odd restraint as he can't harm the boy even though he knows that's Micheal's blood.

"Micheal's tail grew really fast, and there was blood, and, and..." Jeremy was shaking. "Did I hurt him?"

William felt something twist in him. "Jeremy, come here and wash your hands and them cut up some more carrots and onions."

Jeremy nods, following the directions. "Micheal likes peppers too."

"He likes to eat them raw. These are to be cooked." William sighs, relaxing as he distracts Jeremy. He didn't understand why everything shifted, like when Henry first told him to be a better father. Maybe Jeremy was a key to helping Micheal get better. He didn't really understand it, but he would do it if it meant Micheal would be ok.

.......

Micheal's breath was heavy, and he looked close to fainting. "It's cold..."

Jackie had pulled Charlie into the room. "Now, Charlotte, I need you to make a fist. I'm going to take your blood and give it to Micheal. Ideally, your father would be better, or the old man, but you are half, so it will have to do." She sighs, taking out a needle.

Charlie nods, holding out her arm. "I want to make sure Micheal is ok." She frowns. "Why not his father or Jeremy?"

Jackie smiles. "Human blood types can be tricky, and if they don't match, it could kill him, and since this is an underworld issue, a little boost won't hurt him in the long run." She sticks Micheal fast and connects the line to Charlie. "It's going to feel weird, and I need you to relax."

Charlie nods, staring at Micheal, as her blacken blood travels to him. "Will this make him better?"

"It's going to stop him from dying of blood loss." Jackie sighs, watching Micheal pass out. "I'm going to set a timer. I want you to yell when it goes off. It's to stop it from taking too much from you. I know you think you can give more, but sweetie, you're only half, and this will have to do till your father gets back home."

Charlie nods. "Ok. I promise." She frowns. "Will Micheal wake up after this?"

"Hopefully, yes. Also, tell me if he bleeds through his bandages, that means his stitches came loose." Jackie smiles and turns on the timer.

Charlie nods. "Ok, got it. Can uh Jeremy come back in here? I know he wants to talk with Micheal."

"Only if he feels comfortable to do so." Jackie hums and slips out the door.

.....

Jeremy was washing the used pans while William was letting the stew simmer. They both stopped and stared at Jackie when she returned.

Jackie takes a breath. "Charlie's doing a live blood donation, I would prefer it to be Henry. However, this will do for now. Micheal fell back asleep, and Charlie wanted to know if you'll come back into the room, Jeremy."

Jeremy nods, placing the dishes on the drying rack and practically runs to the room.

William looks back to Jackie. "Will he be ok?"

Jackie nods. "The blood will help his body adapt and stop him from bleeding out. Although we will be doing a second one when Henry returns from work. Charlie's young and doesn't even make the cut-off age to donate." She crosses her arms. "We're going to need food for both of them."

William frowns. "He'll recover?"

Jackie nods. "He's resilient, and he can handle this." If she believes this, maybe it will be true.

......

Jeremy sits awkwardly next to a sleeping Micheal, careful not to move the needle in his arm. "Are you ok?"

Charlie shrugs. "I'm getting hungry, but besides that, I'm fine. Why won't he wake up?" She looks back to Micheal, who was dead asleep.

"Blood loss is serious. Your body can't function without it." Jeremy stares at the timer. "It's going to go off soon."

Charlie nods. "I know... I hope my dad comes home soon. He can probably help more than me." She wipes her eyes. "It's supposed to be his birthday. He shouldn't be hurt."

"I kissed him." Jeremy blurts out. "He kissed me back, too. He can't die. We have to plan our future."

"One kissed doesn't mean you two are married." Charlie smiles softly. "But I guess you two do fit together well enough."

"You think so?" Jeremy flinched when the alarm went off, and Charlie shouts. "Geez. You're really loud."

Charlie's smirk fades when Micheal doesn't even flinch. "He always gets mad when I try to wake him like that..."

Jackie opens the door. "You've got a nice set of lungs, alright arm." She removes the needle and tube. "Alright, go get a bowl of stew for yourself. Jeremy, are you ok?"

Jeremy nods. "I don't want to leave."

"You don't have to. Ah, Charlie, your father is on his way back. He's going to help Micheal out just like you did. You did a very good job." Jackie smiles as Charlie nods and leaves.

Jeremy frowns. "Is he getting better?"

"He has a bit more color, and his breathing has evened out, but he still needs more. I know for a fact he's running on fumes. I don't know what triggered that fast reaction, and I stitched his back up he doesn't even have any developing wings or spines for his back. His body is preparing the wrong things for parts that haven't even formed yet." She sighs. "Keep an eye on him."

"Yes, mom." Jeremy mumbles, looking guilty.

"Jeremy, this isn't your fault." Jackie smiles and rubs her son's shoulder. "I'll bring you some food later."

.....

Henry hated needles, but he would be damned if his father was the one to do this and not him. He was doing his best not to look or make a face. He watched Jeremy watch over Micheal, and he didn't understand William's odd comments about the boy either. He finally forced himself to look at the tube. He never really noticed his blood like like pitch. He hopes this wouldn't hurt Micheal, but Jackie did say it was safer than giving the wrong blood type.

Jeremy shifts uncomfortably. "Are you ok, Mr. Emily?"

Henry sighs. "I'm fine. Just never liked needles." He leans back in the chair. "Has Micheal woken up yet?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "No, but mom had to redo his stitches. I hope he wakes up soon. Mom says he has to eat."

Henry could tell Jeremy wasn't saying anything, but he wasn't going to push the kid. "You're changing too, so how is that going?"

"It's fine. mom says it's going slow enough. I won't really feel anything besides normal growing pains. Mom showered me how to file down the horns on my head so they won't show through my hair." He stares back to Micheal. "Mom days, Micheal's will happen in a shorter period, making it more violent and dangerous."

Henry nods, staring at Micheal, who slowly opens his eyes. "Welcome back."

Micheal groans, sitting up. He looks around, still very dizzy and out of it. "Arm warm..."

Henry nods. "Because I'm giving you blood, Micheal."

"Feels weird." Micheal slurs out. "Hungry though..."

Jeremy jolts up, hopping out of bed. "Mom made soup for you." He runs out.

Micheal swallows. "Mmh, tired."

Henry sighs. "That could be from blood loss. Look at your arm. We're fixing that." He smiles softly as Micheal finally realizes he's getting blood.

"Oh.... ok....." Micheal kind of fumbles grabbing the glass of water on his bedside table spilling most and only drinking a little. He's still really out of it.

Henry gets up and moves closer, helping Micheal with his drink until he has had enough. "Alright, come on, you're ok." He rubs Micheal's back. "Feeling a little better?"

Micheal shrugs. "Hungry..."

Jeremy comes back in almost spilling the bowl of stew on the floor. "I got some stew."

Micheal makes grabbing hands, and Henry stops him, holding his hands in place. "Smells good."

Henry smiles, taking the bowl and spoon. "Ok, we're going to eat slowly, Micheal."

Micheal huffs frustrated and unable to get out why he's upset. He eagerly takes the first bite, drooling a little on his thigh.

Jeremy hops back up on the bed. "Your dad helped, too."

Micheal hums eating every bite with a new vigor. He doesn't speak until the bowl is empty. "C-can I have more?"

Henry chuckles. "Yeah, alright. Let's see if we can head to the kitchen so we can clean your bed."

Jeremy helps Micheal to his feet he sways but doesn't fall leaning heavily on Jeremy. Henry is on the other side, so the tube doesn't get pulled out. They make it to the kitchen as Micheal sits down, and Henry hands over the bowl, as Jeremy sits next to Micheal.

"Mikey, you're awake!" Charlie shouts, taking a seat across from him.

"....loud." Micheal mumbles.

Charlie giggles. "I know I am."

Micheal gives a small smile.

Jackie sighs. "You're still too pale for my liking. I apologize, but you can't disconnect from your uncle yet."

Micheal nods, greedily accepting the next full bowl eating by himself.

Henry smiles. "I'm happy to help my nephew." He sighs. "Is everything ok?"

"Well, he's alert and awake, and he has his appetite back, which means the treatment is working better than hoped. However, you can only go another 10 minutes before it becomes too much for you." Jackie sighs. "I will need to get your father to help out. Don't don't argue with me. You've been hooked up to Micheal for an hour. I don't need you collapsing as well."

Henry frowns but nods. "I know how to get him."

Micheal holds his bowl up. It's empty, and it seems like he has tuned out the entire conversation.

"Jeremy sweetie, go fill up Micheal's bowl." Jackie strains a smile. "William, grab my bag, now, and a tarp. Henry, thank you for the help, but I am going to disconnect you, and you better get your father." Her tone doesn't leave room for an argument.

William pales and nods, rushing to Micheal's room.

Charlie frowns. "What's wrong? He's awake and eating isn't that good?"

Jackie sighs, removing the needle from Henry's arm. "The way he's eating is as if his body is preparing for another immediate change, and that means the stitches I put on are going to snap, and Micheal is going to bleed a lot again. So I need you to go out with your father and grab the old man."

Henry nods. "Of course, come along Charlie."

"Yes, dad." Charlie follows him outside.

Jeremy gives Micheal the refilled bowl again. "You have to promise me you'll be fine we have to talk."

Micheal doesn't even acknowledge him as he eats.

....

"Henry Arthur Emily and Old Man Consenqueses, you both are under my temporary control until I release you." Jackie snaps her fingers and chains wrap around both men's necks. "I will not have you two fight while I'm trying to treat Micheal."

The red head glares but golds out his arm, knowing better to fight against control like this. "How do you know my name?" He growls as the needle pierces his skin, and the glowing black liquid moves to Micheal.

Henry was pulling at the chain around his neck. "W-what is this?" He felt angry as he kept pulling at it, and it wouldn't come off.

Consequences looked to his son. "Our names have power over us. If a human knows how to use it properly, they can form temporary contracts controlling us until they release us." He turns his attention back to Jackie. "How do you know my name?"

Jackie hands dripping red blood as she tries to stop the bleeding on Micheal's back. "Don't play coy with me. You're in the inner circle and are infamous for choosing to deal with humans. My little drink months ago was a trick you could fight it, and that tipped me off. Your son doesn't exactly have that ability due to well not really understanding his abilities, but you, you're an expert acient one of the originals."

"You're quite smart for a human." Consenqueses leans back.

Henry frowns. "Can I take this off?"

"No, because enough need to be on your best behavior, now eat the food in front of you, you need to regain your strength." Jackie watches Henry eat against his will.

Charlie frowns. "Are you hurting my dad?"

"No, sweetie. I'm just making sure a fight doesn't break out so I can keep an eye on Micheal. However, I need to ask you to take Jeremy and William to a different room, I rather not have an audience as I pull apart Micheal's skin to fix the damage of the rapid growth and pit things back in the proper place." Jackie sighs. "I need to focus because this can be dangerous."

Charlie nods and grabs the two and heads outside.

Jackie's attention returns to Micheal. "I apologize, but I can't use painkillers to help you." She opens her bag, pulling out several tools and parts. "Tell me, Consequences, have you ever seen a human grow wings in this process?"

"No, that's impossible. Living warriors picked by the underworld can not have wings like those who are from the underworld. Those under contract and turned can have wings like my son's consort." Consenqueses pauses, unable to see what Jackie was looking at.

Henry coughs as he finishes his food. "William isn't a consort!" He sputters face growing red. "I uh... er.... we're just close."

Jackie smiles. "Thanks. I needed the smile." She pauses as there's a loud crack as she reaches inside. "Fuck..." She starts cursing in German and snaps her fingers.

Consequences nod, losing his human form and letting his blood flow faster. "I can give more?"

Jackie takes a breath, and blood coated her hands to her elbow as she pulls something out of Micheal's back. "Henry, I need you to keep from anyone entering this room, no matter how much they beg."

Henry pales at the sheer amount of blood but does as he is told as he opens and shuts the door behind him.

Jackie pulls out a second object, then a third and fourth lower on micheals back. "No flesh yet, if there will be any. Two looks like the start to arms, the others.... you're going to be proven wrong." She takes a breath. "Increase blood flow and calcium in the blood. I know you can handle that."

Consenqueses nods. "No flesh?"

"No, but they are growing more bone. However, I know for a fact flesh and bone during these transformations grow at the same rate." She frowns. "What is actually happening to him? You must tell me."

"....I don't know." Consenqueses answers honestly. "Even with the strongest I've seen throughout history, I've never seen one so violent."

Jackie bit her lip, and the answer made a pool of dread grow in her stomach. "Alright. Keep the blood and calcium flowing, and use magic if you must keep replenished. I've made sure that none of these parts are growing inward or growing into muscle or organs."

"Will he survive?"

"I don't know."

The two fall into an uneasy silence as the cracking and stretching of bone fill the silence.

......

Jeremy and Charlie had fallen asleep, and William was barely keeping his eyes open. He looks at Henry leaning on the door. "It's almost 2am." His voice is ragged and exhausted. "Can you tell me anything?"

Henry shakes his head, grabbing the metal chain around his neck. "I have to guard the door. Thank you for bringing the two to bed."

William nods. "Do you know if he's still alive?"

Henry shakes his head.

William frowns his eyes red from crying after the two teens went to bed. "Is this how you felt when I-" he can't finish as he covers his mouth.

Henry nods.

William drags himself to the floor and hugs his knees. "I-i'm sorry." He swallows, tears dripping from his eyes again. "He turned 15. He's still a boy, Henry. He can't die he has the rest of his life ahead of him."

Henry wants to reach out and comfort his partner. He stops himself as he can't leave his post. "Micheal will be fine he's got my blood and my father's. He will survive."

"He's my baby, my little fox. He still has to outgrow me and become a man himself." William sniffs shaking. "I want my son to be ok."

"He will be ok." Henry smiles softly he's trying to believe his own words.

......

Consequences mouth was dry as he removed the needle from his arm with the command. "Don't release me yet. I wish to observe him when he awakes."

Jackie sighs, two massive skeleton wings on Micheal's back along with long skeletal arms with long boney hands with claws. "I understand. I will not go clean up Micheal's room, and then come back here and clean this room, I'm going to take Micheal and clean him off."

Consequences nods and goes to follow orders. He watches his son own chain vanish, and he has fallen asleep.

Jackie picks up Micheal, and he is lighter than he should be. "I'm sorry, but you need to get cleaned." He is limp in her arms as he breathes quietly. Jackie takes him to the bathroom and starts a bath, cleaning him off slowly, so careful not to wake him up. Hopefully, she can get enough sleep to continue his treatment.

.....

Henry woke up the light streaming into his living room and his daughter poking him. "Dad, wake up. You're not supposed to sleep on the floor." She was crouched over him, hugging her knees. "Micheal's awake and finished the stew Ms. Fitzgerald made, Jeremy made you guys eggs."

Henry rubs his eyes. "Charlie?"

"Also, I don't want to wake up Uncle William." Charlie sighs.

Henry blinks, sitting up. "What time is it?"

"11?" Charlie gets up. "The old man is still here too. He keeps staring at Micheal, but I don't think he has noticed yet."

Henry sighs and gets up. "William wake up Micheal's awake."

William snaps his eyes open, sitting up and scrambling to his feet. "Micheal's ok?" He stares into the kitchen, and Micheal is nodding off into his stack of pancakes Jeremy made for him alone.

Micheal is half asleep more lucid than he has been his new parts have gone mostly internal and saved for a few bones poking out. "No more..."

"Finish your food." Jeremy huffs. "I made them with chocolate for you."

Micheal sighs, cutting into the stack. He takes a bite, and his eyes light up. He quickly finishes his plate. He huffs. "Shut up."

Jeremy smiles, triumphed. "Do you want more?"

"No." Micheal groans, laying his head against the table. "Stop it, I'm too full."

Jeremy smiles. "Good."

William rushes over, sitting across from Micheal. "Are you ok?"

Micheal nods and yawns. "I'm stuffed and tired. Jeremy's going to kill me with food."

Charlie giggles. "You're the one who ate the pot of stew cold."

"Shut up." Micheal sighs. "I'm fine, father."

William sighs and smiles as Henry joins him at the table. "I'm glad Micheal, you had us scared."

Henry narrows his eyes, staring at his father. "Why are you still here?"

Consequences points the metal around his neck. "She released you, not me." He smiles with too many teeth. He is behind the couch he was keeping an eye on Jackie, who had collapsed from exhaustion.

Charlie shrugs. "Pa hasn't moved from that spot either."

Henry takes the plate of food with a soft thank you. "He better be careful."

Jeremy sighs, sitting next to Micheal. He reaches out under a rather table to hold Micheal's hand, who accepts the touch. He has a nervous smile and a slight red blush. "I hope you two like the food."

Micheal squeezes the hand back. "I can take care of the dishes."

"You don't have to." Jeremy sighs as mkcheal stares up at him. "Well, I mean if you want to, that's ok."

Micheal sits up and nods. "Yeah, I'll clean up."

William and Henry share a confused glance, but nothing really comes to mind on why they are acting strange.

......

Jeremy Micheal and Charlie rushed back to Micheal's room so they could finally watch him open his gifts. Henry and William were in the living room. Henry was glaring daggers at his father, and William was leaning back on the loveseat relief had seeped through his bones.

Jackie had woken up and is sipping on her coffee. "Are either of you going to say anything?"

"I have nothing to say to him." Henry scowls crossing his arms.

Consequences smirks. "You do take after your mother."

"Hold your fucking tongue before I rip it out of your mouth." Henry hisses.

Jackie makes a note that Henry's mother is an extremely sore subject. She pinches her brow. "Alright, that's enough. Consequences: Go check on Micheal, and tell me the truth of your findings."

He gets up and nods, heading to the teens' room.

"Henry, why do you hate him so much?" Jackie sighs.

Henry sighs. "I don't hate him, I hate that he made a deal with my mother. I shouldn't exist." He crosses his arms. "Ma deserves an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere to be forgotten." He rubs his lower back where the brand was burned into his skin. He frowns. "That's enough of that."

William speaks up. "Henry relax, she isn't here, nor will ever come up from where she is you told me that yourself."

"I know." Henry relaxes slowly. "I know. She would hate you and probably drop you off to the pig pen." He let his accent slip. "She did the same to Jen's father."

William raises his brow. "I don't know what that means."

Jackie's eyes widen, connecting the dots. She worked on a farm in her youth only for a year, but it was enough.

Henry pauses and sighs. "I do have to visit with Charlie." He shuts his eyes. "I was hoping to push it off till Charlie was 18, but I can't make excuses anymore."

William reaches out and pats Henry's hand. "We can come with you."

"Abostuely not!" Henry growls. His tone doesn't leave room for an argument or any comments.

Consenqueses returns to the silence of the living room. "I can give you my analysis."

Jen sighs. "Please tell all of us."

Henry was curled into the corner of the couch, arms crossed, and he looked a mixed of upset and uncomfortable. William's arm was outstretched to lay on Henry's back, which seemed to comfort him ever so slightly.

"Micheal has stopped changing for now, but I fear the next will be more violent. However, the bones have tripled their density all over his body, making him strong and tough. He is the first living turned to ever have wings. Even if they are skeletonized, his two new arms can move and work as nimbly as his normal arms. He can fly for short distances he needs to build up his stamina. There are a few marks on his body, seemingly hinting at where the next parts will develop from. I did not see them all due to his hair and clothing he refused to remove. He is fully lucid and responds abnormally fast to stimuli."

Jackie nods. "Alright and my son?"

"Development is slow his body barely reacts to the change as anything more than slight discomfort as growing pains." Consenqueses hums. "Do you wish to know about your daughter?"

Henry grits his teeth and sighs. "Yes."

"She's dangerous, and I haven't been able to remove her seal to actually look." The red head frowns. "She doesn't trust me, but she needs to release it before she loses control, and it breaks."

Henry sits up and stares at his father. "What do I do?"

"A father dauther training session." He smiles. "I seem to recall ours when you were her age."

Henry looks away. "Because I picked fights with everyone." He nods. "Alright, we can do it now."

"I'm sure she will love that." Consenqueses smiles.

Jackie nods. "Good idea, go grab Charlie, then follow Henry out to a remote area. Willaim, could you go with them?"

"What, why?" William scowls. "I have to look after my son."

"Because if Henry loses control, you'll be able to bring him back." Jackie hums. "Not that I'm expecting that. I'll look after Micheal, remember I am a doctor."

William sighs, knowing she is right. "Fine, but I want a report when I get back."

Jackie chuckles and nods.

......

They were in an open field of an abandoned farm in the middle of Utah. Henry shifted nervously. "I'm not going to do this if you don't want to."

Charlie stared up at her dad. "No, I want to do it, Micheal gets cool wings, and Jeremy has both parts and horns. I want to see what I have."

"Charlie, I don't want to accidently hurt you." Henry sighs, ruffling her hair. "When I fight, I fight dirt and rough. I don't want you to get really hurt." He pauses, not understanding what both parts mean. He has to ask her later.

Charlie vibrates in excitement. "Does this mean I get to fight dirty too?"

Henry blinks. "I mean a fights a fight Charlie you must do whatever you can to win." He raises his brow when Charlie smiles.

"Yes! I want to go all out, please, dad?" Charlie tugs at the metal symbol.

Henry sighs and chuckles. "Alright, alright, just tell me if it hurts ok, and I'll stop."

Charlie nods she is absolutely not going to do that and will fight till she passes out.

Henry takes a breath and grabs the metal it burns in his hand and melts as he removes it. The black band around his daughters neck flashes and rune like symbols spread all around her body, shattering one by one as an inky black envelopes her.

Henry barely has time to register the foot about to hit his face. His body had already shifted as he ducked to dodge, but it caught his horn snapping it. "Charlie?!"

A eerie giggle fills the air. "Dad, you told me anything goes." Charlie smiles. "Look at how cool I look."

Henry opens his eyes and puffs out his feathers. Charlie was really his daughter. He stared at what took his daughters place. Her dirty blonde locks have tinted black and red ends and seem to defy gravity. Her horns twisted up and had black flames above them. She had a massive pair of fluffy wings along with a much small pair of scalled wings. Her tail was fluffy like how a porcupine looked fluffy. She had a massive chainsaw in her hands, and her feet were clawed, and it looked like she was wearing heals, but upon closer inspection, there was a sharp bone spur coming out of her heel. Her ears pointed and teeth sharper than any dagger, and had claws on her hands and feet.

Consequences in awe with his mouth open. "Well, I'll be." He looks over to William, who wasn't paying attention to Charlie, but had his eyes glued on Henry. "This will be much more fair than I realized. She even summoned her own personal weapon without proper training."

Henry steps back and stares. "Are you ok?"

Charlie pauses. "Of course I am, I feel jittery, and I want to hit things." She fluffs out her wings. "Can we get ice cream after?"

Henry chuckles, stretching out his wings. "Ok honey, only if you knock me out." He holds his fists up. "Now let us actually begin."

Charlie nods, and her chainsaw vanishes. "Ok, I won't use a weapon since you don't have one." She giggles. "Love you, dad."

"I love you too, darling." Henry smiles bracing for impact as Charlie vanishes.

....

Jeremy vibrates with excitement. "I have something to show you."

Micheal raises his brow, they were in the forest collecting ingredients with Jackie. "If it's that frog again, I'm leaving you."

Jeremy huffs. "It's not."

"Alight fine, what is it?" Micheal smiles as Jeremy pushes his socks down.

"Eye, see you." Jeremy giggles as eyes open up on the back of his ankles. "I also got mouths on my palms, but I don't think they are as cool as extra eyes. Mom says I might be developing more on my back."

Micheal's eyes widen as he crouches down. "Do they feel weird?"

"Not really, but I can see out of them. They have a weird film over them, so they don't really feel different than my nails." Jeremy pulls his socks back up after he closes them. "Pretty cool, right?"

Micheal nods. "Can I see the mouths?"

Jeremy opens his palm, but suddenly, Micheal sinks through the ground. "Micheal?!"

Jackie sighs and looks back. "Don't worry, it's his first summonce. The old man probably needed -" She covers her face as Jeremy vanishes as well. "Damnit, I wasn't able to ask if Jeremy confessed yet."

.....

Charlie gasps, picking up Micheal and then Jeremy in her arms. "It worked, yes!" She is running around the field laughing.

"Charlie?" Micheal gasps. "Put me down!"

Jeremy starts to laugh. "No, go faster."

Henry groans as he gets up. He cracks his back as he returns to a normal human form. "I'm so proud of her." His eyes are wide and full of pride.

"She kicked you in your groin when you hugged her." William sighs.

"She fights just like me." Henry bounces on his heels.

William pinches his brow. "Why is that good?"

"Because that means she will do anything to win. Which also means she won't be trusting and getting herself killed." Henry smiles. "Also, she did summon your son and Jeremy."

William crosses his arms. "I suppose I can accept that."

Consequences sigh. "Child quit your running they have to replace your seal!"

"But this is so much fun!" Charlie giggles.

Micheal goes limp. "Charlie, please, I don't like being carried." He regrets his words when Charlie stops and throws him across the field. He releases his wings, ruining his shirt, but stops his trajectory and lands peacefully. "RUDE!" He shouts at her. He's laughing, though.

Jeremy chuckles, climbing off of Charlie. "You're zooming around like a puppy."

Charlie smiles. "I have a lot of energy, but the old man says you two have to..." She stops holding her neck, collapsing to her knees. Her monstrous form fades to her human one as she shudders. "That felt worse than last time." Her eyes roll back, and she passes out.

"I'm sorry!" Micheal shouts running over.

Charlie huffs, waking back up. The black choker seems to have roots into her veins that fade into her skin, and the metal charm has doubled in size. "Ugh, warn me next time, you jerk." She pauses as Jeremy waves his hand, and the black in her veins subsides, and it looks like a normal necklace. The charm didn't shrink but has a few more chains, allowing it to hang lower. "Both of you stop." She whines. "It feels weird."

"Sorry..." Jeremy looks away face red. "Your clothes are a bit torn up."

Charlie looks down but doesn't cover herself as she gets up. "Ugh, I wanted to break my bra, not my shirt." She sighs. "I'm fine, I feel better. Still warn me when you're going to do that either of you."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "That was for throwing me."

"Micheal." Charlie huffs glaring.

"Charlie." Micheal matches her gaze for a moment before the two start to break down laughing.

Henry rushes over with William. "Charlie darling, are you alright? You collapsed."

"I'm fine, dad. Ruined my shirt, though, and my shorts. Oh wait, can we all get ice cream now?" Charlie smiles.

"How about you get new clothes first." Henry sighs really trying not to think about how much Charlie has matured because if he did, he would be attacking any guy that even came close to her.

"Ugh lame." Charlie huffs.

"Micheal, are you ok?" Wlliam is brushing the dirt and leaves off Micheal.

Micheal smiles. "I'm ok, I'm ok." He sighs. "A little hungry, but besides that, I'm fine."

"We should go back and get you checked out anyway just to be safe." William sighs.

Jeremy waves. "Hi again, Mr. Afton." He pulls a frog out of his pocket. "Wanna see a cool frog we found?"

William steps back as it tries to jump on him. "Absoutely not."

Micheal snickers, as Jeremy chuckles.

......

It's been three weeks, and Charlie's birthday was coming up, but the start of school was tomorrow. Charlie huffs, packing her bag. "Can we just skip this?"

"Education is important, Charlie." Henry smiles. "Besides this winter, we're going to visit your aunt down south."

"I get to meet grandma?" Charlie looks up at Henry who forces a smile.

"Yeah, you'll meet her." Henry sighs. "I believe William will be visiting his family with Micheal."

Charlie sighs. "Do you think I could summon him while at the farm?"

"No." Henry sighs.

"Oh..." Charlie frowns. "Does that mean Pa is going down too?"

Henry pauses. "No? He's still under contract with Jackie, right?"

"Yeah, but Ms. Fitzgerald has been trying to break it, and he has stopped her every chance." Charlie sighs. "Jeremy's been talking about it."

"Ah, I have to come by there then to ask what's going on." Henry smiles. "Now, set up your outfit for tomorrow. The first day is always fun."

Charlie rolls her eyes. "You know it's not." She huffs.

.....

William sits next to Micheal on his bed. "Aren't you excited for school? You've got that new art class you're looking forward to and trying out for the school musical."

Micheal is quiet. "One of the football guys saw me with Jeremy. The whole will know on the first day." He pulls at his shorts. "I'm already going to have to change in a different room because of my tail, but they know I'm a queer."

William pulls Micheal into a hug. "Breath my little fox. If they even try anything, I want you to break bones. I don't care about the rules or the consequences, but you will defend yourself."

Micheal frowns but nods. "I will protect Jeremy, too. I don't care if I get hurt, I can bounce back, I'm strong, and I can even go against Charlie. I don't want him to get hurt."

"Protect yourself first, ok." He kisses Micheal's forehead. "Remember, we have a suit fitting soon."

Micheal sighs. "I know..."

"I don't like it either. I would rather be expending fazebear entertainment to other states than go." William sighs. "One trip and never again. I promise."

Micheal nods. "Ok..." He sighs. "I have to pack my bag."

.....

Consequences sat I'm the uncomfortable plastic chair next to his son as they stared at the principal. The entire football team decided to jump Micheal and Jeremy. Charlie got involved, and the entire football team is out for the season, along with everyone else who tried to attack them.

"Now I understand Micheal's father couldn't make it." The principal sighs, narrowing his eyes. "Your boys and er... daughter have attacked these boys without a care. You have destroyed our team for the future for a few name callings." He scowls. "I don't support these queer aid ridden kids, but this is pushing it. How can you stand these boys turning away from God into sin?"

Consequences hold his arm in front of his son. "Afront to God? Which God? Come now, you can't just invoke a deity without saying their name."

The principal gives a look of disgust. "Our God the one true God."

The red head sits up his eyes, glowing a red. "Now that's no fun. However, I was told by my current owner to take care of this." He grins and snaps his fingers, both men vanishing, leaving Henry alone in the office.

Henry blinks. "Dad?" He jumps when they all suddenly reappear.

"We've all come to an agreement." Consenqueses smiles. "The other children won't bother them either anymore."

The principal hugs his chest. "You are free to go." His voice horse and eyes seem to stare into nothing.

Henry follows his father out of the door. "What did you do?!" He hissed.

"I merely took care of things like Jackie told me to. The children are free to return to classes." He smiles.

Henry scowls. "What did you do?" He stands in front of him. The three teens are behind him.

"I merely gave him and the attackers an audience with what they assume to be God. She wasn't happy to see them." Consenqueses smiles. "He was adamant that his rule was God's plan. He never specified which one, so I made an educated guess it was Christianity, and well, she wasn't happy. Lucy doesn't like it when humans take the word of angels over her."

"W-what?" Henry's eyes widen. "Lucifer is the Christian god?"

"Well, in a sense, but no. Angels kind of created the Bible to spite her, and humans kind of ran with the rest. Angels and devils never have gotten along, and Lucy is a god because she controls hell. Lucy isn't a demon like how we aren't demons. We dont have a name for what we are." He pushes back his red hair. "Now move along children you have classes to attend."

The three teens nervously run back to their final classes of the day.

.....

Henry was on his third glass of bourbon as he laid back on the couch. "William, I want to forget today." His face was red, and he was tipsy at best he has a very high tolerance.

William raised his brow. "As you keep saying." He had barely touched his first glass, he mostly stopped drinking after becoming Henry's he had gotten what he wanted, and he wanted to remember everything of his partner. "Your father speaks in riddles, so why believe him now?"

Henry finishes his third glass and pours a heavy-handed fourth. "He doesn't lie. He merely withholds the truth." He was drunk enough his accent was on full display. "William." He whines drinking half his new glass. He sounds like he's being a fussy child.

William reaches out, but Henry slaps his hand away. "Henry, just because the kids are spending time at Jackie's doesn't mean..." He sighs as Henry finishes his drink and crosses his arms. "Henry, please."

Sober Henry was already a touchy person, and William had never seen anything more than a tipsy Henry even after he tried to kill Charlie. He reached out and grabbed William, pulling him to his lap. His eyes glow red as he stares at William.

William felt exposed, and his purple rabbit ear dipped in front of his face as his wings tried to wrap around him.

"My little rabbit." Henry slurs, reaching up and rubs circles with his thumb on the soft ear. "Little rabbit, little rabbit is so soft."

William's face was red, and he only had one out of six eyes open. "H-henry, you have to get to bed."

"No." Henry growl suddenly grabbing the purple rabbit ear pulling William down. "I want.... " His accent thick and rich like honey. He lets go of William's ear as his mind sluggishly catches up with him. He licks his lips. "Take off your pants and underwear."

William has to do as he is told, and he stands there half naked. "Henry, I'm all for this. In the privacy of our bedroom."

Henry snaps his fingers, and he is also naked from the waist down. "Sit my rabbit." He watches William move robotically and impaled himself with barely a whimper.

William shudders. "H-henry, please." He bites his lip as Henry kisses and sucks along William's neck. His wings stretch out as he whines. "Henry, please. I don't want anyone to see us through the window."

Sharp claws dig into William's shoulders. "No moving." Henry stares up at William. "No one else will see my view. You are mine and mine alone. I don't like sharing." He seems to switch between possessive and innocent in a flash as he traces his hands along both pairs of arms. "You're mine."

William turns his head, noticing all the curtains were shut, and they were thicker and black as if to hide their very presence from any prying eyes. He shudders, feeling Henry's claws trace patterns into his lower back. "I am yours Henry, that hasn't changed since you marked me."

Henry rests his head on the crook of William's neck. "No sharing." He seems to be dozing off. "You're warm and feel good."

William frowns, knowing Henry will be asleep soon. "Henry, my love, can I move?"

Henry hums, wrapping his arms around William. "Time for a nap." He pulls William and himself to lay on his side on the couch.

"Henry!" William blushes and covers his face with his free pair of hands. Henry was out cold. Ok, now William learned a few things. Henry is very possessive when drunk and doesn't exactly like sharing. Henry also doesn't think things through or realize how tired he is halfway through. Henry also sleeps like the dead, and since William wasn't released of this command, he had to wait for Henry to wake up.

.......

William woke up first. He honestly had no idea how he fell asleep in the first place. Ok, he still isn't back in human form, and Henry is still buried deep inside of him. The curtains are doing their job better than he could ever expect he can't even tell if the sun had come up. He leans his head on Henry. "Can you please wake up? I don't want the kids to find us." He nudges Henry's shoulder.

Henry groans unwrapping himself from William. "My head... my...." his eyes open to his normal amber, and his face grows red. "Did I hurt you?"

William sighs. "No you didn't even cum. You got possessive and then fell asleep. You, however, did command me not to move, hence the situation. To be fair, if we wouldn't lock like this, I would have found drunk you cute."

Henry covers his face. "You can move and do whatever you want right now. I'm so sorry."

William pulls himself off of Henry. "Next time, get drunk in our bedroom. I will not risk being caught."

Henry nods, red-faced. "I'm sorry..." He pauses, looking around. "Did I change the curtains?"

William snickers, picking up his discarded clothes. "You told me you owned me and that you didn't like to share."

Henry groans. "I'm so sorry." He lets one of William's hands grab him and pull him up.

"How about we get ourselves cleaned, and you can wallow in guilt and embarrassment later." William huffs when he returns to his human form. "Bloody dammit."

Henry smiles and leans into William's touch. "You're not as slick as you think you are. You can go all out tonight when we are in our room together. You have free range over me tonight since I took advantage."

William sighs. "I suppose that has to work." He smiles as Henry kisses his cheek. "But seriously, I need to clean up. You didn't come, but you've been in me for hours."

Henry nods embarrassment in his features. "No more drinking."

William smirks. "I never said that. I said in our bedroom, Henry. I like how possessive you get drunk."

Henry is red-faced now out of something other than embarrassment. "Duly noted."

......

Micheal slipped out of Jeremy's bedroom blanket wrapped around his thin frame. He heads to the couch and curls up. He wanted his foxy plush or something to wrap around. He couldn't wake up Jeremy. He didn't know how to explain his behaviors. He wants to go home and just finish fixing Foxy, and he could have them again to use as comfort.

He pulls the blanket over his head. He's been doing so well at hiding. He didn't want Jeremy to know he was a freak who still had stuffed animals and wanted more. He didn't want him to see him pathetic like this, unable to talk and just listless. He can feel himself getting overwhelmed with his thoughts. He curls up on the couch and shakes until his body gives into exhaustion.

......

Charlie pulled back Jeremy from the living room and pressed a finger over her lips. "Be quiet."

"Why? Is Micheal ok? He wasn't in my room." Jeremy can feel worry claw at his throat.

Charlie sighs. "Micheal has fits. Well, he calls it that. He hasn't had one in a long time, but when it happens, he can't talk, and he's really vulnerable or incredibly defensive." She looks over to the couch where Micheal was bundled up in the blanket completely covered.

"Did I do this? I shouldn't have pushed for him to stay in my room or that we should have defended ourselves. I hurt -" Jeremy stops when Charlie smacks the back of his head.

"Hush." Charlie sighs. "He's always been like this. Just relax he just needs rest, and that fixes it."

Jeremy nods and blinks. "When did you get earrings?"

Charlie tilts her head confused and feels her ears. "WHAT THE HELL." Her shout wakes the entire house.

Micheal falls off the couch and glares at the direction of the noise. He pulls the blanket around him. He gets up, walking over to Charlie. He had his arms crossed and a scowl on his lips.

Charlie sighs. "Sorry, but what if you suddenly woke up with piercings?"

Micheal raises his brow and then sees them. He points to metal charm around her neck, then to the earrings.

Jeremy nods. "They are the same design... oh, the old man was talking about how your seal will grow and change."

Charlie huffs. "I was hoping this would grow enough. I could use it like a whip."

Micheal shakes his head and walks back to the couch.

Jeremy follows Micheal, grabbing his hand. "Hey, Charlie told me you can't talk right now." He smiles at Micheal's shocked expression. "I'll just talk enough for the both of us. Wait, do you think I can talk out of the mouths on my hands?"

Micheal smiles and pulls Jeremy into a hug.

Charlie gives a thumbs up and then frowns. "Ah wait, dad's gonna be mad. He didn't want me to get my ears pierced."

Micheal gives a silent laugh.

Jeremy giggles. "I'm sure he will understand."

The red-headed old man walks in with a scowl scratching under the metal around his neck. "Your mother wishes to understand why you are yelling at this hour."

"Oh, that's my fault, Pa. I woke up with earrings." Charlie raised her hand and then ran up to him. "See, Jeremy and Micheal seem to think my seal got bigger."

Consequences has an unreadable expression as he tilts Charlie's head to get a better look. "That observation is correct. We will have to do more exercises in that field to keep your growing power from shattering your seals."

"Oooo, fun. I like training in combat." Charlie smiles, running back and grabbing Micheal and Jeremy. "More training for all of us."

Micheal nods, his face looks eager, like he has excess energy that he has to release.

Jeremy smiles. "Yes, but you have to throw me again. I want to work on my landings."

"I thought you would never ask." Charlie laughs.

Jackie comes walking in her blonde hair was a mess, and she has bags under her eyes. "I appreciate that you three are up, but I will not have you three make a racket at 7 in the morning." She sighs. "Consenqueses make them breakfast and help them get out their excess energy, I've got a shift tonight, and I really need to get more sleep."

"Of course, lady Jackie." Consenqueses smiles.

"I told you no terms of ownership. You refuse to be freed, so you're more like an unwanted pet." Jackie sighs. "Don't cause too much trouble, you three."

"Yes, mom, love you." Jeremy smiles.

"Of course, Ms. Fitzgerald." Charlie gives a thumbs up.

Micheal just nods, grabbing Jeremy's hand.

Consequences smiles at the three. "That means training for the rest of the day after you eat. These suspension punishment is my gain."

The three nod.

....

William dropped his glass of water shattering on the floor as the front door was kicked open. "Bloody fucking cunt." He turns and glares at the intruder, who was Consenqueses, and he was holding the three passed out teens. "What happened?" He grits out seeing his son out cold.

Consenqueses chuckles. "My son redecorated, huh?" He drops the three teens on the couch where they curl up against each other.

"It's nearly midnight! What did you do?" William growls.

"Just some training." Consenqueses smiles. "They sure have more energy than I was expecting."

William pauses he finally notices that Consenqueses has a black eye and a busted lip. "Training?"

"Jackie told me to have the kids burn off excess energy. Training is the best solution to that." The red head sighs. "My boy won't be happy his little darling has more seals on her now."

William sighs. "Well, you're lucky he sleeps like a rock." He starts to clean up his mess. "I'll take them to bed. You can go."

The red head smiles and vanishes.

William finishes cleaning up his mess and sighs, finally heading over to the three teens. Micheal was fine and was wrapped around Jeremy, and Jeremy was fine as well. Charlie had pushed those two away and splayed out on the couch. He was surprised she hadn't fallen off. He only came down for a drink after Henry fell asleep after he had his fun being dominant against his owner.

William shook his head. Sure, he loved being dominant, but it wasn't often he could, and that made it even better. He can't think of that right now. He had to get these kids to a proper bed. He somehow managed to pick up Jeremy and Micheal together and bring them to Micheal's bed. Charlie was a bit harder she moved a lot in her sleep and was as solid as her father. He barely got her to bed.

He sighs and heads back up to Henry's room. He really needed to discuss things with Micheal. He knows the boy is only 15, but he still is a teenager, and it's only a matter of time before the physical nature of his relationship comes to light. He needed to sit both boys down for that talk.

He shook his head, shutting Henry's door and crawling back to bed. He covers his face he forgot about the water he was still thirsty.

.....

Jeremy woke up with pain and something wrapped around him. Opening his eyes, he knew he was in Micheal's room, and it was probably Micheal wrapped around him. Yesterday was nonstop training, and the old man put them through the wringer. He really needed to warn his mom about phrasing. Also, why did the old man still want to be controlled by his mom? His mom didn't want it. He shook his head, snuggling closer to Micheal. He also wondered if Micheal was going to start talking again soon. It wasn't important he just missed his voice.

Micheal pushed his face in the crook of Jeremy's neck, making the blondes face light up red, and he could feel blood running south.

Jeremy swallowed. Please, not now. He didn't want to ruin this. Micheal's hot breath on his neck only made things worse. He crosses his legs. Ok, this wasn't working. "Micheal? Micheal, can you let go?" He can feel him shift and let go, turning around, letting him scramble out of bed and rush to the bathroom.

Henry watched the blonde blur run to the bathroom from Micheal's room. "Oh good afternoon...." The door slams shut. "Jeremy...." He turns to William. "I can understand teenagers sleeping to noon, after what you told me, but the rude behavior is something else. Although I can't say anything, I was much worse."

William sighs. "Micheal was wrapped around him, and he probably couldn't get up to use the bathroom. He's a boy Henry. We both know how uncomfortable that can be."

Henry sighs and nods. "You're right. Besides, I know how hard it is to detach Micheal when he sleeps."

William nods. "It's quite sweet." He smiles as Jeremy finally leaves the bathroom. The red face makes William raise a brow, however.

Jeremy groans, covering his face.

"You alright there?" Henry walks over. "You look pretty...." Teenagers, they were teenagers, not children. "Do you need a fresh pair of clothes?" He says quietly.

Jeremy stares at the floor, embarrassed. "Y-yes, sir."

Henry smiles softly. "Alright, I'll grab something for you."

Jeremy nods, hugging his chest, and returns to the bathroom.

William raises his brow when Henry walks past him. "What was that?"

"William, they're teenagers." Henry sighs heading down stairs to the laundry room.

William covers his face. "Fuck."

.....

Jeremy looked down at the table, unable to look William in the eye. "I know I'm disgusting."

William felt a twinge of sympathy and sighed. "You're a teenager. You don't exactly have great control over yourself yet."

Jeremy grips at his pants. "I'm sorry. I just I don't know. Mom says that it's normal, but I didn't want to, I'm not... I'm not ready."

William's face softens. "Jeremy, look at me." He waits for the teem to look up at him. "It's ok to not be ready yet. You're young. You have time. Even if you're never really as long as you never harm Micheal, it will be fine."

Jeremy nods. "Yes, sir." He blushes as his stomach rumbles loudly.

"Come on, I'll make you something. You three were dead to the world last night. I can only assume how hungry you three will be." William moves over to the fridge to take things out.

.....

Micheal shuffles out of his room to the smell of food. He still couldn't talk, but he had his foxy plush in his hands he still needed to fix the stitches, but he didn't care he had to have them on him. He sits next to Jeremy and puts his plush in his lap.

William knows exactly what is happening with his son when he takes his foxy with him. He looks to Jeremy, gripping the pan in his hand tighter.

"Still not talking?" Jeremy pauses when Micheal nods. "Ok, then I'll talk for you."

Micheal smiles shyly and hugs his foxy.

William relaxes instantly. "Ok, if you're speaking for my son, now what does he want?"

"Food?" Jeremy looks between them, and Micheal gives a silent laugh and nods.

William smiles. "Alright, I'll make give you both a plate." He hands both teens a full plate of eggs and bacon. "So Jeremy was telling me about your adventure yesterday."

Micheal nods, swallowing another bite of food.

William pauses, hearing his partner give a startled yell. "I'm assuming Charlie is awake."

"Charlie, what happened!" Is heard down the hall.

.....

Charlie had her arms crossed as she stared at her father. "I didn't do it."

Henry sighs, pinching his brow. "I'm not saying you did."

"The old man says my seal got bigger and stronger." Charlie huffs, tugging as her new earrings. She had 4 new pairs along her ears. "I don't like them."

Henry covers his face, taking a breath. "Charlie, don't pull at them."

"I wanted this chain to get long enough I could use it as a whip." Chadlie huffs. "Not these stupid earrings."

Henry shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Charlie, how about we get used to these things? You're still only half. You can't hide like I can."

"I know the old man keeps telling me that. We had a really fun day yesterday. We trained all day, and I got to punch the old man in the face." Charlie smiles.

Henry chuckles. "That's my girl." He says as he ruffles her hair.

....

Months passed in a blur until the dreaded day came. Henry sighs the sun barely over the horizon. "Charlie, come on, we are driving down."

William and Micheal already left for their early flight. Neither man was happy to go.

Charlie came down her two new bracelets shined under the light. "I'm ready." She picks up hers and her fathers suitcase. "I can't wait to meet grandma for the first time. I also get to see Aunt Jen again. Oh, and Gareth, I can ask him how college is."

Henry sighs, watching his daughter head to his car. He was wondering if faking an accident would get him out of this.

.....

It was pouring outside, everything looked and felt gray. Micheal sighs, pulling at the suit on his body. He hated it. It felt tight in the wrong places and scratchy. He felt his father hold his shoulder.

"Micheal enough, you just have to wear it for your grandparents, and you can take it off once we're done." William sighs. "I'm sorry about your hair as well."

Micheal shrugged his hair and could grow back, and Jeremy stuttered at his haircut, which made him feel good. "You don't even like your parents. Your father hurt you."

William nods. "I know that, Micheal, but we must keep formalities. I also have things to collect from the old house if they didn't throw them out. You can take whatever you want as well."

Micheal nods as they approach the withered door and knock. An old woman opens the door and scoffs. "You're late."

William fakes a smile. "Different time zones, mother."

"Bah, at least you have a decent looking eldest. Come in, your father has to talk to you, and show him the boy." She waves letting the two inside.

Micheal immediately felt uncomfortable even more than before. "Hello, ma'am." He bows in respect like his father taught him to.

"He knows manners better than you brat." The woman huffs. "Did your American business fail yet?"

William keeps his fake smile on his face. "No mother, we've expended to different states. We even have a location in New York."

"You would have done better here instead of with that dumb American." She huffs.

"Yes, mother." William moves forward and out of earshot of Micheal and his mother as he speaks to his father.

Micheal stood there awkwardly as the front door opened again. His breath caught in his throat, and the woman who entered was his mother. He hasn't seen her since she left him telling him how much a mistake and a monster he was. He looked away, stepping back.

"Ah, the only good thing my son ever did was marry you." Micheal's grandmother smiles. "My son is talking to his father. You can take them both after."

Clara nods, looking at Micheal up and down.

Micheal frowns, and he wants to run away. He takes a breath. "Hello, mother."

"Micheal." Clara barely acknowledged him. "You will come visit my parents, make friendly remarks to your siblings, then leave."

Micheal nods, he was happy his siblings are ok, but he knew he won't have long with them. His gaze turns to his father, who has returned with a broken lip and a cut on his cheek.

William straightens his tie. "Clara, I didn't think you would be here."

"I am, and you will be coming with me to make formalities with my parents and sign the divorce papers." She narrows her eyes. "It's the least you can do."

William sighs and nods. "Very well, Micheal, come along."

"Yes, father." Micheal frowns following close behind his father.

.....

His mother's place was a mansion, and it was the only way Micheal could describe it. His father said it was an estate. It just felt too big. The couch he was sitting on was too stuff as his father went with his mom to see his other grandparents. He missed Jeremy, and he missed his uncle. Everything was so different, and cold.

Micheal doesn't notice the two pairs of eyes on him as he crosses his arms. He never wanted to come back here. His mom was awful, and so were his grandparents. He sighs. "I just want to go home." He mumbles.

"Micheal, is that you?" A female voice broke the silence, a girl with red hair and a blue dress come into his vision, and a boy behind her both has green eyes like his father.

"Lizzie?" Micheal looks up from his seat.

"It really is you." Elizabeth smiles. "I've missed you. It sucks here."

Micheal nods. "It does."

"Come on, let's go somewhere with fewer eyes." Elizabeth smiles, motioning to the guards.

"Please." Micheal gets up and follows her. "Hi Ev, it's been a long time."

Evan looks away and stays quiet.

Elizabeth sighs as they ender a large living room. "Evan's just nervous. How have you been?"

"High school is something." Micheal shrugs, standing awkwardly. "I've been doing my own thing, I guess. Fazebear has become so popular that it pops up in a few different states. Uh, how are you two?"

Elizabeth huffs, plopping herself down on the couch. "It fucking sucks, mom treats me like a doll and commands everything I do. She makes me do ballet. I want to play rugby, but no, that's a boy's sport, and ladies shouldn't have anger."

Micheal chuckles. "You would get along well with Charlie. You both like hitting things."

"I guess?" Elizabeth sighs. "Can I just hide in your luggage and come back with you?"

"I don't think that's how it works." Micheal sighs, pulling out an old leather bound book. "Evan, want to look through my sketch book?"

Evan cautiously approaches and takes the book and heads to the farthest corner from him.

"Don't take it personally. Mom has been telling us from the beginning that you and Father are evil. I don't believe her." Elizabeth sighs.

"I figured as much." Micheal crosses his arms. "Besides, mother, are you two ok? Making friends?"

"Not really everyone thinks we're dumb Americans because of our accents. Everyone is so elitist here." Elizabeth frowns, looking down, crossing her arms.

"Well, what do we have here?" A male voice interrupts the conversation.

Micheal's eyes widen as he spins around. "Y-you! Get out!"

The red head smiles with too many teeth. "Oh Micheal, I didn't know you had siblings. Oh, don't look so frightened, little ones. I'm merely checking on your brother."

"I don't need you here." Micheal huffs. "You're scaring them both get out."

"Micheal, who's that?" Elizabeth gets up and hides behind Micheal. "How did he get in? There are guards all over."

"Consenqueses I told you to leave. I'm on holiday break." Micheal stands up straight glaring at the man.

"You are, but your body isn't." He smirks. "Come now, I know you can feel it coming."

"I am fine!" Micheal shouts, stepping back. "Don't I can handle it. I can hold it off j-just..."

Elizabeth scowls, swallowing her fear. "Leave my brother alone." She stands in front of her brother. "Fuck off."

"Such a mouth on a child." He smiles and looks down on her. "I like that."

Elizabeth doesn't fault when he gets closer. "I said fuck off and leave him alone. Go ahead. I will scream, and the guards will come in, or I'll just fucking bite you."

Consenqueses laughs. "A little spitfire. Oh, I really like you."

"Lizzie...." Michael pulls her back, but it isn't enough to stop the sudden shift, and since he was holding onto his sister, they went together.

Consequences scowls his gaze turns to Evan who was in the corner shaking. "Relax, child, I ain't gonna hurt you nor them. I didn't even take them." He vanishes, leaving Evan alone.

......

Charlie was rubbing her eyes as she hugged her chest. "Micheal....?" She looked up, and Micheal was in front of her. "I didn't think it would work." Her eyes were red and puffy, and her shirt was torn, and Micheal could see a fresh brand on her stomach.

Elizabeth blinks, looking around. How did they get in a barn? She looked past Micheal to see another person she looked familiar too.

Micheal pulls his suit jacket and tosses it at Charlie. "Charlie, what happened? Is that why the old man came by?"

"W-what?" Charlie hiccups trying very hard not to start crying again. She ties the suit around her stomach. "N-no."

"Charlie?" Elizabeth spoke up, startling Charlie.

Micheal crawls over to her and motions for Elizabeth to follow. "I was with Lizzie when you summoned me. It's ok, though."

"Summoned?" Elizabeth raises her brow and sits on the other side of Charlie.

Charlie laughs, rubbing her eyes. "C-can I explain?"

Micheal nods. "Go ahead."

"Please." Elizabeth sighs.

.......

William sighs, following Clara to the room where Micheal should be with his siblings. He was more amused with the fact that Clara's parents wanted to invest in fazebear entertainment and wanted to keep in contact with him and Micheal because he's very promising. The door opened, and William's heart dropped.

Clara looked furious. "Who are you, and where is my daughter?"

William swallows. "Consenqueses?"

The red head sighs and gets up from talking to Evan. "I believe Elizabeth went where Micheal was summoned to, I have an idea to where, but I am unsure if that is the truth."

"We told you no summons while we were on holiday." William scowls stomping up to Consenqueses. "You're still under Jackie's thumb why are you here?"

"Your son is going to go through another change quite soon." He smiles. "I was told to get him to a safe area. I, however, did not summon him, and as far as I know, Charlie's seals are in place, which means she is unable to."

William rubs his temples. "Who else could summon him?"

"I am unsure." Consenqueses drops his smile. "I am acutely aware of the greater problem." He turns his gaze to Clara and then looks back to Evan. "Child, how about an adventure?"

Evan looks between his mom and dad and nods. "I have to return Micheal's book."

Clara huffs. "Evan, don't you dare. You cretin bring my daughter back to me now and remove yourself from the residence."

Consequences bows. "As you wish." He snaps, and he vanishes with William and Evan.

. ....

Elizabeth nods. "Why can I get cool powers and go on adventures? I'm stuck being mothers perfect fucking doll." She scoots closer to Charlie. "You ok?"

Charlie nodded, and her long-winded explanation helped calm her down from crying more. "Yeah, I'm ok. Sorry for dragging you both here."

Micheal shrugs. "It was suffocating there, and dad got a busted lip from talking to his father. Mother still thinks I'm a monster."

"My grandma branded my stomach." She removes Micheal's coat, showing a fresh brand on her stomach. "I now know where dad got his. Dad went out into town with Aunt Jen, I was just trying to help with the work, and she didn't like that. A girl shouldn't do the slave work. I think I hate her."

"She sounds gross." Elizabeth cringes.

Charlie nods. "Dad is scared of her."

"I don't blame him." Micheal frowns.

"Wait, does this mean I'm back in America?" Elizabeth smiles as Charlie nods. "Fuck yeah. Wait, I got to get Evan, too....shit"

"Lizzie..." Micheal sighs and smiles. "Yeah, that would be nice."

Charlie frowns. "I don't want to go back out."

"Want me break your seal so we can run?" Micheal looks over to her.

"No, I just want my dad." Charlie hugs her chest.

"I want my dad too." Elizabeth frowns.

Micheal sighs, pulling off his tie. "Come on, let's try to fine Uncle Henry." He ties his tie around Elizabeth arm in a bow. "There now your outfit is complete."

Elizabeth smiles, getting up. "Thanks."

Charlie gets up as well. "I know which direction they went."

Micheal nods. "Come on, then let's go."

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pre-relationship: 2, 4. general: 4, 7. love: 2, 3, 8. domestic life: 4, 10 ! :>

hii jerome!! thank you for sending an ask, i love seeing your ships :]

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

2 has been answered here.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

When we met it was a crush-turned-friendship kind of thing. Like we're shy around one another and find each other cute but then we become friends and the initial attraction kind of ebbs. But then months pass of us getting to know each other and I'm like dang he's kind of perfect actually I wanna kiss him oh no.

So yeah, me, most likely. It would take Spencer a bit longer to recognize those emotions and accept them, but I see us falling for one another at the same pace. It just takes us a while to do anything about it.

GENERAL:

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Spencer actually has a lot more experience than me in the romance department, believe it or not. In canon, he literally made out with an actress in a pool in season 1 lol so I definitely wasn't his first kiss. There's not much said about his romantic history pre-show, but I imagine he definitely dated around a little here and there but hadn't had a real long-term relationship before me. And, well, he wasn't my first relationship but he was my first kiss among other things to put it simply.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

We're both socially awkward, introverted nerds (he's an INTP, whereas I'm an INFP) so it honestly varies. Our job calls for us to start conversations whether they're uncomfortable or not, but if we're paired up in the field he'll usually take initiative at first but he lets me get a word in as well. But really, we function pretty fine in social situations, we can just be a little weird sometimes in ways others might not understand. We both won't hesitate to step in and stand up for each other if it comes to it, though.

However, I'm definitely the one to (maybe not confidently) go up to a server with him if they got his order wrong. If they got my order wrong, I wouldn't want to be a bother, and he's the same way. So we can overcome our social anxiety if it means doing something for the other, if I'm making any sense.

LOVE:

2. What are their primary love languages?

My personal love languages are gift giving (primarily) and physical touch, I think. I absolutely love buying or (especially) making things for my loved ones if I can't afford to spend money. Honestly if I was rich I'd be buying people stuff all the time, and it makes me so happy when people enjoy the thing I made them. I also love giving and receiving hugs, having my hand held, cuddles and the likes, but I can be touch averse at times depending on the person. Spencer is the same way.

I think Spencer's would be quality time (primarily) and physical touch as well. I've noticed through my binge of CM that he's often inviting his friends out to events and stuff. I believe conversations count as quality time, so he'd really appreciate someone who's willing to listen to him go on for as long as he wants and do the same in turn. And despite being a total germophobe, he loves receiving hugs and loving gestures from people he's close to. He's secretly very touch-starved.

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

I do on occasion just because I love watching him try not to smile and roll his eyes at me. We'd probably make stupid Doctor Who references at each other ("Are you a weeping angel? 'Cause I could stare at you all day.")

But Spencer goes all out with his, and I could see him being especially corny on anniversaries or romantic holidays. He even flirts in other languages and leaves me to scramble to try and figure out what the heck he just said to me.

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

I feel like we can both get kind of panicky and awkward when it comes to comforting people who are upset, but when it comes to it all we really need is someone to be there for us and listen if we need to vent or just hold us if we need to cry. So I don't think either of us would be "better" at it, you know? We just know what to do for each other.

DOMESTIC LIFE:

4 & 10 have been answered ^^

#good lord this was a doozy #i hope any of this makes sense #🧠r | pretty boy swag #☕remreid #self ship #selfship #selfship community #ask game💕

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postwarlevi · 7 months

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( ˃ᆺ˂) *clears throat* Elizaaa!

So... 😚😍🏝️ please hehe

happy neigh

Helloooo my friend!! OMG LOL you're too funny! Thank you for sending me these! Sorry I took some time to respond but I think I made up for it!

😚What was your first kiss like?

Ohhh Charlotte!! Um, I was a nervous wreck. Jean will lie and say he wasn't but he totally was too. We started as just friends and wasn't sure how the other was feeling but both felt a change at some point. I was invited to a work party and asked Jean to come with me. I didn't need a plus one but thought of him right away. He said yes and and even though I introduced him as a friend everyone kept saying what a nice couple we were. We went along with it and it felt natural and at the end of the night while making sure I got in okay, Jean said we do make a good couple and might as well make it official... that goodnight kiss was our first and I didn't sleep a wink all night LOL.

😍 When or how did you realize you fell in love with your f/o? How or when did your f/o realize they fell in love with you?

I don't know if there is one moment exactly but let's see... I feel like I knew way before I realized it, you know? Lots of little things like Jean being nice to animals, seeing him interact with his mom, seeing him interact with my crazy family. I was having a hard week and though I tried to hide it, I was at my wits end. That Friday night I came home and Jean had let himself in (he had permission of course) and had my cats fed and made dinner and dessert and had already cleaned up the dishes. He had my sheets and towels washed, he didn't do my clothes cause that's more personal. The place was vacuumed, basically all the regular chores I would've had to do were done so I could relax. He served dinner and let me pick out a movie. I could've cried because I was so drained and he did everything for me. I think I might've realized then I was in love with him.

Jean will say he was always in love with me, and he may have been. I think he likes that I can argue with him without getting really upset. That I love him mom and let her teach me how to make all his favorites. The first time I really saw his eyes shine though that I would say he really knew, was after a night out with friends where some of the guys were messing with him cause they know he'll get annoyed. Usually it's all in fun but I could see he wasn't into it. I knew if I said something they'd heckle him more so I faked sick and asked to leave. On the way home I told him they were just playing and not to listen to those idiots (and a few other choice words no one ever really hears me say that made me actually laugh). At home we settled down quick and I cuddled him and I told him I'd tell them to their faces next time if he wanted. I think that moment he knew I'd always be on his side and if he wasn't sure about the L word before, he was then. (And yes I did tell them how stupid they were next time and Jean didn't mind, he loved it actually).

We just know how to comfort each other :)

🏝️ What would a beach date with your f/o look like?

I think that's the one you meant? 🏖 close enough LOL. Anyway, Jean has to talk me into going to the beach, he loves it but I'm not into sand, salty water or wearing a bathing suit. But one day we wind up going and I wear a bathing suit under a sun dress and we pack some snacks and head out. We find a spot for our things and leave our shoes behind and walk along the beach together during early morning. He sees movement in the water and this fool jumps into the water while I yell at him for his safety and don't go further. Turns out it's just some fish and he swims about and gets me to come in up to my knees but doesn't push me more. Soon we go back to our spot and lay out on the blanket and eat our snacks as more people arrive to the beach. If I was going to swim that chance is gone because I'm shy about bathing suits and Jean doesn't mind. He sets up an umbrella so I can hang back and read and he goes back in the water a bit. I'm soon smiling and laughing watching a group of young kids talk him into games in the water. Then they all invite us to play some ball and build castles on the sand so I join in too.

Generally beach days go like this, but every once in a while I work up the nerve to show off my bathing suit and Jean will hold me and bring me out into the water. Then all I have to worry about are sharks and seahorses :D

Self ship asks

#ask game answers #self shipping #jeliza

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totallyynotmxxa · 1 month

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Part two lol

"Now, 9€∆^€®, although it may seem as if you're free without your medication, you have to understand the damage you're inflicting not only on yourself but also your loved ones. Don't worry, in no time at all you'll learn just how freeing it is to be.. better."

"Please, 9€∆^€®, you need to calm down for just a moment. I'm very sorry your hair seems to be thinning, but perhaps it has something to do with your increased amounts of stress. I assure you your medications are not the cause. Perhaps you should look for new ways to relieve stress, pick up a hobby or two!"

"Oh, I'm so happy for you! Why don't you tell me how she makes you feel, 9€∆^€®? With such strong feelings, you should most likely watch from afar first, you could scare her away with how passionate you are. She seems like a very shy girl after all. Perhaps you should keep a very close eye on her so you know what to talk to her about or what commonalities you two have. Good, you're doing such a good job 9€∆^€®."

Her smile felt safe, engulfing the entirety of 9€∆^€®'s being. He knew had made the right choice when opening up to his therapist all those years ago. She's never failed him before and always consoled him when he messed up, and always forgave him when he blamed her advice for his own actions falling through.

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The light was different this time. She wasn't beneath a mid day sky on the ground, instead there was a slight, barely there glow that came with a rising sun and more warm colors than cool ones resting in the sky. And while she didn't feel the tickles or hear the whispers of the playful wind, she did feel an odd sort of pattern, similar to breathing, very close to her.

The girl found that her entire body was covered underneath a thick, warm blanket. Suddenly and without warning, her brain kick-started her body for the day, leaving her awake and energized despite her unwillingness to be so. With a better grip on herself than she had yesterday, she began to realize what she had done and just how bizarre this whole situation was. She recalled how she broke into a stranger's house, ate their food, and then slept in their bed. She recalled how she never left said bed.

Movement to her side alerted her that she wasn't alone, startling her and prompting her to turn quickly. When the girl caught sight of who she assumed lived in this cottage, she felt her breath catch in her throat before she could utter a word.

Sleeping peacefully and unaware of her consciousness was a cosplayer that fit this cabin extremely well. While she was entirely confused, she also found she was excited and terrified at the same time. The girl dreaded the moment this talented cosplayer would wake up, scold her for trespassing, call the cops on her, and then forever have a horrible impression of her. Observing them carefully, she found they had every detail down, from the very evenly applied green foundation (their hands and their neck and their eyelids, wow they were dedicated) to the outfit, the antenna thingies resting on their head, and if she leaned her head around them a bit, they even had the tail laying behind them.

The Mychael cosplayer shifted and their mouth closed from the open position they had been drooling out of in their sleep. The girl immediately tensed up, her breathing coming to a stop as they woke and sat up in the chair next the bed (their bed, oh my goodness she's still on their bed they let her sleep and put a blanket on her and sat in a chair by her what is even her life anymore??)

While the girl couldn't see the cosplayer's eyes, she could only imagine someone this dedicated would have the contacts as well, maybe even draw on some realistic looking eyes for the full effect, and she could definitely imagine them staring with an entirely unimpressed face at her worried expression.

"You're awake! That's.. better." Instead of the immediate scolding she expected, they seemed relieved (sort of) that she had woken up at all, with no tone to indicate she was in trouble. Despite this, she still worried about their pause in talking, unable to interpret what it meant when their tone was so ambiguous and the upper half of their face was covered.

Before she could even process what they said, the cosplayer continued. "I was worried when I found a random person passed out on my bed and my food gone, but when I saw the state you were in and the way you wouldn't wake up, I figured you probably needed it more than me." They seemed to pause again, as if they didn't know if this was the appropriate time to ask a question (as if she hadn't broken into their house and acted like an animal).

"Can I ask why you're this far out in the woods? It isn't exactly safe this far in without a way back or any equipment." They seemed concerned and almost like they were scolding her.

Well, she couldn't exactly tell them the truth, she would seem crazy or like she was lying. The girl spoke slowly, as if piecing together a story. "Well, it's a bit fuzzy, but I passed out from dehydration at some point yesterday and I woke up too hungry to think clearly. I'm really sorry for breaking into your home and, uh, eating your food and sleeping in your bed..." Even she realized how she sounded, as if she should be treated with caution for how lackluster the explanation and apology were.

Despite how the girl was dying inside at not having any sort of excuse, the person across from her seems to find amusement rather than alarm in her antics. "Oh, it's no problem. I'm actually happy that you found my little home if you needed it so badly. I can only imagine how relieved you were to find some food and a place to sleep." They smiled widely at her, a few too many teeth than one would normally show. Maybe she was a bit weird, but it was kind of endearing.

"Thank you so much for being so, well, uh, not upset at me. I really was entirely out of it yesterday, I couldn't exactly think straight and I am absolutely mortified at my behavior, so I'm really grateful you're here and not some secret axe murderer of the woods, you know?" The girl laughed awkwardly at her own (unfunny) joke, embarrassed at her own rambling but unable to stop herself.

If anything, this absolute saint of a person only seems even more cheery than before. Their cheeks seem to strain at how wide they're smiling and they let out a couple chuckles after she jokes. "It's alright, don't worry! You're welcome to rest some more if you need it or even get yourself a drink. Actually, why don't we get you some breakfast. It's pretty early, so today is gonna be a long one." They stand up from the chair and help the girl from the bed, guiding her to the kitchen/dining room she ate from yesterday.

They seated her at the table, telling her to wait while they cooked something up. As she sat silently thinking to herself, the girl realized she hadn't even asked them for their name, let alone given them hers. Actually, now that she thought about it, she hadn't even referred to herself by name in her own head since she's woken up. What was her- "Here we go! Some fresh vegetables, some eggs, and a bit of meat. Enjoy!'

Placed in front of her was exactly as they described, placed on the plate in sections. "Uh, you don't have to eat the meat if you don't eat meat.. I forgot to ask, so I won't mind if you don't want it." They look nervous, but she didn't know what to say, so she quietly dug in to the meal, surprised by how good they made an easy breakfast taste.

"Woah! This is delicious! These might just be the best eggs I've ever had. How do you make eggs this good? Also these vegetables are amazing. Do you grow your own or something?" When she looked up from her plate, she saw that they had just been watching her eat the whole time. She swallowed the food she had been chewing while talking, embarrassed they watched her do that. "Yep, I grow all the vegetables you just ate, and I have my own chicken so the eggs are from here too. I'm glad you like my cooking."

She found herself heavily embarrassed by how enthusiastic she had been, but she quickly pushed that feeling away, because what was there to be embarrassed about really? She liked their food and she needed some breakfast, simple as that. "Actually, I had been meaning to ask you something." She watched as her words made them stiffen, their ears tilting down slightly. She wondered how they made them do that at all, perhaps they used mechanical ones instead of the normal ones that are just there.

"What's your name? I wanted to ask but I also didn't know when I should." They seemed to go back to normal, even if the change was very slight, and chuckled a bit before answering. "Oh, I guess I didn't introduce myself, did I? Hiya! I'm Mychael. With a Y." The girl stared at them for a second.

"Like the character? That's a crazy coincidence. Super cool though. Is that why you decided to cosplay him?" They seemed both confused and delighted. "Cooss -play? Uh, what's that? And what character are you talking about? I guess it is pretty cool to share a name with a character, but I've never heard of another Mychael with a y." They tilted their head to the left, absolutely destroying her heart from how unfairly cute they looked.

Despite how absolutely adorable they looked at the moment, their little absent-minded smile and the blue on their ears, the girl felt her heart drop a bit at their genuine confusion. She seemed to only just take notice of how their "makeup" hasn't smudged even a bit, the green looked so natural on them, their ears could move, and they hadn't seemed uncomfortable in the slightest at being caught cosplaying in the middle of the woods, wearing it into the next day. She remembered that they slept in the chair by the bed, apparently looking the same as yesterday. Although she hadn't considered it before, the girl now found she was genuinely contemplating the idea that she maaaay have been... isekaied. Or transmigrated. She never really learned the difference. Either way, the more thought she put into it, the more likely it seemed. She woke up, unsure of her surroundings or how she got there, her feet were different for some reason, she found a cabin in the woods and met someone who looks unnervingly identical to a character they claim to share a name with (and also live exactly the same, with pretty much the same personality) and now she was wondering what her own name was.

It was official. This was the real Mychael with a y in front of her. At least, she thinks it is. If it's not, then this is one intense cosplayer with an extreme dedication to roleplaying, which would probably be worse. "Oh, it's just a character from a novel I read when I was younger, but I can't remember the name of it, sorry." She paused, unsure if she should explain cosplaying to him. "Uh, also, I just meant that you seemed.. similar to him, you know? You guys look really alike and you live in a cabin in the woods! That's all." She watched as he considered her words, touching his ears hesitantly and looking at his hand.

"We look alike? That must've been one weird book you read." They- he seemed ready to move past this topic already and she was more than okay with that. "Anyways! I never introduced myself either! I'm, uh, well, my name is.." she couldn't remember her own name, and she couldn't think of a fake one that wouldn't feel wrong. Suddenly she remembered a YouTuber she watched, and she remembered what they would name things in the games they played. "Well, my name is Waffle, but that's kinda weird so I didn't know if I should, uh, tell you at first. Yeah."

He laughed a bit at that, his idle smile turning into a real one. "I wouldn't have guessed, but it's not that weird. You could have been named something gross or really boring!" He moved to take her plate seeing as she was done with it. "Imagine being named without any thought to it. You could have been named anything and your parents chose to name you after a delicious food. Sounds awesome to me." He put the dishes in the sink, starting to wash them.

As the conversation came to a pause, the girl found she was actually kind of thirsty. She felt too awkward to rummage around his stuff as if she owned the place, but she didn't really want to bother him either, especially after how nice he's been. Then she reminded herself he was probably never going to let she go if he liked her and she didn't feel bad anymore.

"I don't really want to bother you, but I'm pretty thirsty. Do you have something I could drink?" He looked back at her with a small smile. "Of course, I can make you some tea if you don't mind. Does that sound alright?" Her heart pounded in her chest despite herself at how he asked her. God he sounded so sweet. It sucks that he was actually kind of insane. She nodded and had to keep herself from fumbling over her words. "Yeah, sure. I don't have anything wrong with tea. Thanks a bunch." Wow is it just her or did her words sound super not genuine and like she really didn't want the tea, or was that just her over analyzing her speech?

Nevertheless, Mychael didn't seem to pick up on whatever she thought she sounded like, and he started to make her some tea. There was a comfortable silence as he made the tea and she finally started thinking about her situation.

She was.. transported, for lack of a better word, to whatever place Mychael exists now. Was she in another world? Or did Mychael always exist and she was still in her world? If she's in another world, is the rest of the world the same or is it different in some weird ways she may not account for? Will she ever see her family again? Actually she wouldn't mind that that much... She'd be a bit sad still, though. But what about her friends? She kinda cared about them, maybe she loved them? Did she go missing or was there some kind of doppelganger in her place? Did she die? She didn't recall dying, but maybe that's for the best. She doesn't think she could handle it.

And now she was somewhere she might not leave if she wasn't careful. She needed to figure out a way to leave, because she could not stand staying in one place for too long. She's never been one to enter relationships no matter how much she likes the thought, and that's majorly because she likes her freedom. Freedom she won't get if she stays here.

As Mychael sat down with her cup of tea and a warning about the heat falling from his lips, the girl (Waffle, she told herself) found that she didn't quite have it in her to listen. All she could feel was the mounting dread of being trapped, stuck in one place and unable to say a word in fear of being drugged by this possessive creep. (No matter how cute, he's real now. And that is terrifying.)

She took the cup in her hands and blew on the tea gently, rhythmically, and carefully took a sip. As it burned her tongue anyways, she held on to the cup and kept sipping. She would not show weakness in form of this man. Because that is what he is, and she would remind herself that he was even more dangerous than regular men (because magic, duh), so she would treat him accordingly. She would be so very sweet, gain his absolute trust, perhaps figure out how light of a sleeper he is, and she would find her way out of here. If she failed, well, she'll just try not to think about it. Even as he sits across from her with a smile on his face, as he's done most of the morning so far, and watches her from behind his hair.

This time, his smile doesn't make her heart beat loudly, rather, it sinks her heart to the bottom of her stomach. She already feels like she's been trapped, and she has no one to blame but herself for entering his house willingly.

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