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Thinking about Mychael waiting for his friend to come back...
(Mychael and all of Mushroom Oasis belongs to the talented and wonderful @/deerspherestudios)
It's recently been answered that Mychael wouldn't stalk you before the agreed-upon hangout. He wants things to go well, he can certainly wait five days if it means you'll continue to see him. I mean, he has to. There's so much at stake now.
Of course, that doesn't make it any easier on him. Five days isn't a lot in the grand scheme of things. Five sunrises, five cycles of his daily chores, five sleeps if he decided to adhear to the whole circadian-rhythm thing (which he does end up doing, makes the nights go by faster).
But knowing what's at the end of all the waiting- if he didn't know any better he'd say that the sun was purposefully setting slower on purpose.
Eventually realizes that putting so much focus on the passage of time was making things worse, so he tries throwing himself into little projects. Knitts a few dozen articles of clothing with you in mind, he doesn't even really mean to make so many. He just wants to get the size right this time, and it turns out knitting for someone smaller than him eats up even less time than it usually does.
He hugs each of the sweaters to his chest to try and see if it feels right. They're all too empty in the middle for him to really be sure.
You invade all of his thoughts, no matter what it is he's doing. He has the urge to make extra of everything he cooks, finds himself glancing across the table at where you sat before and wondering what you would have to say about food. He doesn't sit in that chair your entire absence, he likes knowing that there's a spot saved for you.
Talks to the ladies a lot. He spends a good amount of time with them everyday regardless, but now he's yapping at them constantly. What you might be doing that very second, what he wants to do when you're here next, the exact nature of his feelings for you.
Mychael already kinda knew he loved you. "Love" as a theme was everywhere, especially what he had come to understand as the romantic kind. Even if it hadn't interested him too awful much, the idea of love always managed to worm it's way into every story he read. When the feelings started to manifest he was quick to catch on, even if he didn't know what to do with himself afterward.
His chickens are the first to hear him admit it outloud. He buries his face in Rosie's feathers and mumbles it to her, face completely blue. All of these feelings are so new to him, he just needs someone to vent to. Thankfully, the ladies aren't very judgemental.
He might use the time to do some research on relationships and romance and what have you. Some of the books in the library are... let's just say a bit much for him to handle. But he finds himself enjoying the idea of dating someone, being close to someone constantly and sharing an extra-special, personal bond. The daydreams these books put in his head are addicting, but also overwhelming.
He's just so excited for your next visit, and the feelings seem to get stronger by the day. Who knows what he's going to feel when he finally sees you again?
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: ĚĚâBack to Mushroom Oasis
âThatâs it, Firefly⌠Iâve caught you nowâŚâ
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MC: Mycheal, can you do me a favor?
Mycheal: I'd kill for you, firefly
MC: ...
MC: can you not start your sentences like that anymore, it's scaring me
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A River of Uncalled Memories
Dad! Mycheal x Mom! reader
CW: light angst, bittersweet ending
Wake up. Wake up. Remember. Wakâ
âMAMA! WAKE UP~!â
Your two-year-oldâs cheerful yell broke through the fog of sleep. Before you could fully register her voice, she added, âRAWR!â
Grinning to yourself, you decided to surprise her. In one swift motion, you pulled the blanket over both of you, engulfing her in a cozy cocoon.
âAH!â she squealed in mock fright, her laughter filling the room moments later.
Her tiny body wriggled under the covers, nuzzling against you, her small green nose pressing into your cheek. Soft, contented purring followed, a sound so precious it made your heart swell with warmth.
You gently brushed her golden locks away from her face, revealing her wide, sparkling eyes. Her joy was contagious, and you couldnât help but smile tenderly at her.
âGood morning, my little dinosaur,â you teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She giggled again, her chubby hands pawing at your face. âRawr!â she replied, her tiny voice full of excitement.
Before you could respond, the blanket lifted, uncovering the both of you. Standing above you was your husband, Mychael, his warm smile softening his sharp features. To him, you were his heart, and Michelleâyour spirited daughterâwas his entire world.
âMichelle,â he said in a mock-scolding tone, crouching to her level, âdidnât I tell you to wake up your mom nicely?â
Michelle giggled, hiding behind you playfully. âI did!â she protested.
Mychael chuckled before turning his attention to you. âGood morning, love,â he said softly. âI made breakfastâand sandwiches for our picnic.â
Before you could respond, he leaned down and gently cupped your face, covering Michelleâs eyes with his free hand. âNo peeking, little dinosaur,â he teased, before capturing your lips in a warm, lingering kiss.
For a brief moment, everything felt perfectâthe laughter, the love, the warmth of your family.
Then, like a crack splitting the perfect moment, a sharp voice echoed in your mind:
Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.
You flinched, groaning in pain as your head throbbed suddenly. Instinctively, you reached up to rub your temples.
âHey, are you okay?â Mychael asked, his voice laced with concern as he steadied you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.
Michelle, ever perceptive, crawled into your lap, her tiny hands gripping your arms tightly. âMama?â she whispered, her wide, tear-filled eyes looking up at you with worry.
You forced a weak smile, trying to shake off the voice echoing in your head and the dull ache spreading across your temples. âIâm fine,â you reassured them softly, though your heart raced with unease. âJust a little headache. Maybe we should eat some breakfast, and Iâll feel better.â
Mychael studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. âAre you sure? We can cancel the trip tomorrow if youâre not feeling wellââ
âNO~!â Michelleâs loud, heartbroken wail interrupted him. Her little tail, a smaller version of Mychaelâs, uncoiled from her waist and thumped lightly against the blankets as she pouted dramatically.
Mychaelâs lips thinned as he glanced at her, clearly annoyed but struggling to stay patient. He sighed and stood up, his arms crossing as her tail flicked again. âMichelle, the river will still be there tomorrow. Okay, sweetie pie?â
Michelleâs big eyes glistened as her lip trembled. Tears began to spill over, and she sniffled loudly. The sight of her disappointment hit both of you like a ton of bricks.
Mychaelâs pointed ears drooped slightly, a clear sign that he was losing the battle against her tears. She was his princess, his everything, and seeing her upset tugged at every fiber of his being.
You looked at him, your own heart aching for your little girl. Mychaelâs expression softened as he met your gaze, clearly torn.
âNo, itâs okay,â you said gently, giving him a reassuring smile. âYou promised her this trip for a while now. Sheâs been looking forward to it. Iâll be fine. Really.â
Mychael hesitated, his golden eyes flickering between you and Michelle, who was now clutching your arm with a pitiful look on her face. Finally, he sighed deeply, his ears perking up slightly as he gave a reluctant nod.
âAlright,â he said, his voice low and tender as he crouched to scoop Michelle into his arms. âBut if you feel worse later, we'll come right back home. No arguments.â
Michelle immediately perked up, her tears vanishing as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. âYay! Thank you, Papa!â she squealed, her tail wagging happily behind her.
Mychael smiled faintly and kissed the top of her head. âAnything for my little princess,â he murmured.
You watched the two of them, your heart warming at the sight. Still, the voice from earlier lingered in the back of your mind, like a shadow you couldnât quite shake. Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.
What did it mean? What is it that you can't remember?
After a delightful breakfast of pancakes and wild berries from Mychaelâs recent hunting trip, you helped Michelle into her outfit for the day. Slipping the dress over her, you smiled as she adjusted the red fabric with its white polka-dotted puff skirt. The matching cap perched atop her golden curls was a perfect finishing touch, reminiscent of her fatherâs style.
âDaddy, look! Iâm a princess!â Michelle declared excitedly, twirling in place to show off her outfit. Her giggles filled the room as the skirt flared out with each spin.
Mychael, who was busy packing the picnic basket, glanced up and smiled warmly at his little girl. âYouâre not just a princess,â he said, crouching down to her level, âyouâre the queen of the whole forest.â
Michelle beamed, her tiny hands clutching her skirt as she dashed to Mychael, throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled, lifting her effortlessly, and the sight warmed your heart. There was something so natural, so comforting, about the bond they shared.
Carrying Michelle in one arm and the picnic basket in the other, Mychael turned to you with a soft smile. âReady to go, firefly?â
âYeah, love,â you replied with a giggle, leaning in to kiss him. He returned it warmly, his lips lingering just a moment longer before pulling back. With a nod, he handed you the smaller basket and gently placed Michelle in your arms before securing his crossbow over his shoulder.
Grabbing the larger basket and your hand, Mychael began to lead the way down the familiar forest path toward the river. The late morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light across the forest floor.
As you walked for a few minutes, Mychaelâs sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he froze, hearing something in the bushes. His body tensed as he swiftly raised his crossbow, his movements silent and precise. You instinctively clutched Michelle closer, heart racing, until a small rabbit scurried across the path ahead.
Michelleâs eyes lit up with wonder as she pointed. âLook, Mama! Itâs a bunny!â she squealed with delight, her voice echoing through the trees.
You burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment, your nerves dissolving. Mychael lowered his crossbow, his cheeks flushing slightly. âNot funny,â he muttered, pouting as you and Michelle giggled together.
Despite the lighthearted moment, you knew Mychaelâs cautious nature wasnât misplaced. He was always on edge, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if anticipating danger, as though some unseen threat loomed nearby.
You tried to remember why he was like thisâhow you had met him, what had shaped his unyielding vigilanceâbut your mind felt foggy, shrouded in a mist that refused to lift. No matter how hard you tried, the memories remained just out of reach, slipping through your grasp like water through your fingers.
I canât remember. Why canât I remember?
Michelleâs joyful laughter broke through your restless thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, refocusing on the scene ahead. Mychael gave your hand a firm, reassuring squeeze, his quiet warmth grounding you in the here and now. Whatever his secrets were, for now, this was enough.
Ahead of you, the river slowly came into view, its crystal-clear waters glinting under the sunlight. This place held a special meaning for the two of youâa haven, a slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic world.
After setting Michelle down, you watched her run ahead to the meadow, twirling in delight as she chased a butterfly. Her golden curls bounced with every movement, and her giggles filled the air, light and carefree. She paused for a moment, turning to make sure you were watching, her wide eyes brimming with happiness.
You smiled warmly, nodding to her before settling down on the riverbank with Mychael. He sat behind you, pulling you close to rest against his broad chest. His arms encircled you protectively as he buried his face in your hair, purring softlyâa comforting sound youâd come to associate with safety and love.
You sighed contentedly, leaning into his warmth as his hand gently traced idle patterns on your arm. âYouâre so tense,â you murmured, tilting your head to look up at him.
He smiled faintly, his lips brushing against your temple. âIâm always tense,â he replied, his voice low and soft, though his gaze was still scanning the forest around you.
âItâs just us here,â you whispered, placing a hand over his heart. âYou donât have to worry right now.â
For a moment, he seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening as he let out a quiet sigh. âIâll always worry,â he admitted. âBut you and Michelle⌠you make it worth it.â
Your heart ached at his words, a mixture of warmth and that lingering unease. You wanted to ask him about the fog in your memories, about the past you couldnât recall, but the way he held youâthe way he seemed to need this momentâmade you hesitate.
Instead, you turned your gaze back to Michelle, watching her spin and laugh in the meadow, the sunlight casting a golden halo around her. You leaned further into Mychaelâs embrace, closing your eyes for just a moment.
Here, by the river, surrounded by love and laughter, it was easy to forget the questions. For now, this was enough.
After an hour of laughter and crafting flower crowns with Michelle, the peaceful atmosphere shifted. Mychaelâs ears shot up sharply, fully alert, swiveling toward the forest. His entire posture changedâtense and ready, like a predator sensing danger. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he stood, his hand gripping the crossbow slung over his shoulder.
You immediately noticed his reaction, your heart leaping in response. Michelle seemed to sense the tension too, quickly clambering into your arms. Her tiny hands clung to you tightly, and she buried her face against your neck, nuzzling close as though seeking safety from an unseen threat.
âMychael?â you called softly, your voice trembling as you turned your head to follow his gaze. The forest seemed darker now, shadows creeping along the edges of the clearing. A figure was moving closer, their outline barely distinguishable through the trees.
âWe should head home,â you whispered, clutching Michelle tighter as your heart pounded against your ribs. You began to step back, eyes darting toward the path that led back to safety, mapping the quickest route in your mind.
Mychael shifted his weight, his tail swaying side to side in that unnerving, feline-like way he did when he was preparing for a confrontation. His crossbow was in his hands now, the string taut, ready to fire. He didnât take his eyes off the figure, his body coiled like a spring.
âM-Mychael,â you stammered, leaning toward him, your voice barely above a whisper. âIt could be a lost hiker orââ
âMaybe,â he cut you off, his voice low and cold. âOr it could be someone looking for trouble.â
The figure stopped just at the edge of the clearing, their face obscured by the shade of the trees. A suffocating silence fell over the meadow, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the steady pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.
âStay behind me,â Mychael commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
You nodded, clutching Michelle protectively as your instincts screamed at you to flee. But you stayed, frozen in place, your eyes locked on the mysterious figure as they took a slow, deliberate step forward.
"(Y/N), is that you?" the figure called out, stepping hesitantly from the shadows. Their voice carried a mix of shock and relief. As they stepped into the light, you could see a young adult with tan skin, a side ponytail, and a golden retriever trotting faithfully by their side. The dog wagged its tail, seemingly thrilled to see you.
You clutched Michelle tighter, your heart pounding as you tried to place the strangerâs face. No matter how hard you searched your memory, nothing surfaced. The harder you tried, the more your headache, as though something inside was resisting you.
Remember.Â
The personâs brow furrowed in confusion. âWhat? (Y/N), itâs meâyour neighbor, Vida. Donât tell me you donât remember Laika?â They gestured toward the golden retriever, who barked happily, tail thumping against the ground as if waiting for your recognition. Vidaâs expression shifted from confusion to worry. âYouâve been missing for monthsâŚâ
Their words hit you like a bolt of lightning. Missing? Months? You felt your chest tighten as an ache bloomed behind your eyes. You held Michelle closer, her small arms wrapping tightly around your neck as if she, too, could feel the tension in the air.
âI... I donât know you,â you stammered, your voice trembling. A sharp, pounding pain erupted in your head, forcing you to close your eyes and rub your temple. âIâve never seen you before.â
Vida took a cautious step closer, raising their hands in a gesture of peace. âWait, you really donât remember? Not me? Not Laika? Nothing?â They glanced at Mychael, their expression shifting to one of subtle horror as their eyes fell on his tense posture and the crossbow in his hands. Their suspicion was clear.
âWhat about Waffles? Your cat?â Vidaâs voice softened, almost pleading. âYou went out looking for her the night you disappeared. Donât you remember that?â
âWafflesâŚâ The name struck a chord deep within you, unlocking something raw and painful. Tears welled in your eyes without warning, your chest tightening as fragments of emotion: sadness and angerâflashes of something familiarâthreatened to rise. You couldnât grasp them fully, but the name carried weight, an echo of something important.
Your breath hitched as you unconsciously began to cry. âMama?â Michelleâs small, worried voice broke through your haze, her tiny hands tugging at your collar as she looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.
The world around you spun, the forest tilting and narrowing as panic wrapped its icy fingers around your throat. Your breathing quickened, shallow and erratic, as you tried to make sense of it all. Memories like photo paint picture, like you falling into a river after argument about go home with Mychael since you could find your cat, waffles.
What did he do to me?
âWhoever you are,â Mychael growled, his voice sharp and protective, âyouâve made a mistake. Leave. Now.â His tail flicked aggressively, and his ears flattened against his head as he glared at Vida.
âMade a mistake?â Vida snapped, their voice rising. âI know her! Sheâs my neighbor, my friend! Somethingâs wrong hereâwhy is she out here with you? What the hell did you do to her, monster!?â
Mychael bared his teeth, a faint hiss escaping his lips. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the crossbow. âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â he said coldly, his body shifting to block Vidaâs view of you and Michelle.
âShut up!â you suddenly shouted, your voice breaking. You stood despite the trembling in your legs, clutching Michelle tightly as you fought the storm inside your mind. âBoth of you, just shut up!â
The weight of the situation crushed you, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world was collapsing in on itself. Both Mychael and Vida froze, their arguments dying on their tongues as they turned their focus to you.
Tears streaked down your face as memories flooded into mind. You gasped for air, trying desperately to regain control. Michelle buried her face in your shoulder, her soft cries muffled against your neck. You held her tighter, trying to ground yourself even as your knees threatened to give out.Â
âI⌠I just need to think,â you whispered shakily, glancing between Vida and Mychael. âPlease. Stop fighting.â
â(Y/N)...â Vidaâs voice was soft, pleading, as they took a tentative step closer.
Mychael immediately raised his crossbow, the tip aimed squarely at Vidaâs neck. His body was rigid, his stance unwavering, and his piercing glare made it clear that one wrong move would end poorly.
Michelle whimpered in your arms, her small cries muffled against your shoulder as you tried to soothe her, your hand rubbing small circles on her back. But anger boiled inside you, raw and uncontrollable, the panic twisting into something sharper.
You glared at Vida, your voice trembling but firm. âVida, is it? Get the fuck out of here. Now. I donât want to see you again. Do you understand me!?â
Vida froze, their expression flickering between shock, anger, and disbelief. For a moment, it seemed like they might argue, their fists clenching at their sides. But then they took a shaky breath, casting one last, sorrowful look your way.
âFine,â they muttered bitterly, their voice laced with hurt. Without another word, they turned and began walking away, Laika following at their heels.
Don't look back, Vida. Ran away, when you can.
You watched them disappear into the trees, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. Mychael didnât lower his crossbow until they were completely out of sight. Even then, his eyes stayed fixed on the direction theyâd gone, his tail flicking in agitation.
âI was missing⌠for monthsâ you whispered to yourself, barely audible. Your legs wobbled as the realization settled like lead in your stomach.
Michelle shifted in your arms, her little hand clutching your shirt as if sensing your turmoil. âMama?â she whimpered softly, her voice trembling.
âIâm okay, sweetheart,â you lied through gritted teeth, your voice breaking under the weight of your unraveling thoughts.
Behind you, Mychael stepped closer, his ears pressed flat against his head and his tail low, a rare expression of vulnerability. âFirefly,â he said again, softer this time, his hand reaching toward you.
But you flinched away, glaring at him with a mix of rage and anguish. âDonât,â you snapped, your voice raw. âDonât touch me.â
He froze, his hand hovering in the air before falling back to his side. For a moment, his mask of calm shattered, his expression pained. â(Y/N), I can explainââ
âExplain?!â you interrupted, your voice rising as you struggled to keep it together. âExplain what, Mychael? Why can barely I remember anything? Why does Vida know me but I donât know her? Why have I been missing?!â
He didnât answer immediately, his gaze dropping to the ground. The silence felt like a knife twisting in your chest.
âLetâs go,â you said sharply, adjusting Michelle in your arms. Your legs felt like they could give out any second, but you forced yourself forward, heading toward the path back home.
Mychael followed at a distance, his usual confident stride replaced with hesitation. His tail flicked nervously behind him, and his ears twitched as if listening for somethingâanythingâthat could justify the tension between you.
But all you could hear was the echo of Vidaâs words: Youâve been missing for months.
As the cabin came into view, exhaustion hit you like a tidal wave. Your legs carried you inside on autopilot, the weight of the day's events pressing heavily on your shoulders. With trembling arms, you bathed Michelle to calm her down, then tucked her into bed. She looked up at you with wide, worried eyes, her small voice breaking the heavy silence.
âMama, donât cryâŚâ
You forced a weak smile, brushing her soft hair back and kissing her forehead. âIâm okay, baby. Get some rest, okay?â
Michelle nodded reluctantly, curling up with her favorite blanket. Her breathing eventually slowed, becoming soft and steady as she drifted off to sleep. You stayed for a moment, watching her peaceful face, willing yourself to feel the same calm. But your mind churned with too many thoughts, and when you finally turned around, you found Mychael standing in the doorway.
His tall frame cast a shadow across the room, his expression unreadable. But his eyes told a different storyâdesperate, pleading, searching for forgiveness you werenât ready to give.
You gently closed the door behind you as you left Michelleâs room, cutting off the faint sound of her breathing. Mychael was still standing there, his gaze downcast, unable to meet your eyes.
As you walked past him, he reached for your hand. âFireflyââ
âIs the bath ready?â you interrupted, your voice quiet but firm. âWe can talk there⌠I donât want Michelle to hear.â
His ears perked up slightly at your tone, but his expression remained pained. The sight of your tear-streaked face made his chest tighten, and guilt flashed in his golden eyes. He nodded, avoiding your gaze as you gently took his hand and led him toward the bathroom.
Inside, the faint warmth of steam filled the air, but it did little to ease the tension between you. Silently, you stripped off your clothes, and Mychael followed suit, his movements hesitant and self-conscious. His cheeks reddened slightly as he avoided looking directly at you, but this time, it wasnât from shyness.
You stepped into the bath together, but unlike your usual routine, you didnât lean back against his chest. Instead, you sat across from him, your arms wrapped around your knees as you met his gaze head-on. The silence between you was deafening, the air thick with unspoken words.
Finally, you sighed, breaking the tension. âSo⌠tell me the truth, Mychael,â you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and exhaustion. âWhat happened to me? What arenât you telling me?â
He hesitated, his tail flicking once before going still, his ears flattening slightly. âItâs not what you think,â he said, his voice tight and strained.
âThen what is it?â you pressed, leaning forward despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. âBecause right now, I donât even know if I can trust you.â
The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, widening the chasm between you. Mychaelâs throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the tub.
âI can use hypnotism,â he finally admitted, his voice cracking. âAnd⌠IâŚâ
Tears began to spill from his eyes, his ears drooping as his tail uncoiled and tentatively wrapped around your ankle, seeking comfort. You felt the trembling in his body, and despite everything, you instinctively reached down to gently stroke the tip of his tail.
âI used it to suppress your memories,â he confessed, his voice breaking completely. âI⌠I was so afraid of losing you. Afraid of what youâd do if you remembered everything. Iâm so sorry, Firefly. I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldnât stop myself.â
Tears streamed down both of your faces as he bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. His pain was palpable, but so was yours, a deep, sharp ache in your chest as his words sank in.
You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling as disbelief washed over you. The man you loved, the man who had protected and cherished you, had also been the one to take away a part of who you were.
âYou⌠you suppressed my memories,â you murmured, the words foreign and bitter on your tongue. âYou altered my mind, Mychael. How could you do that to me?â
He didnât look up, his tears falling silently into the water. âI thought I was protecting you,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âBut I know now I was wrong. I was selfish. And Iâll regret it every single day for the rest of my life.â
You closed your eyes, the weight of his confession pressing down on you like an unbearable burden. Trust, once shattered, wasnât easily repaired. And while your heart ached at the sight of his visible remorse, the damage had already been done.
The man sitting across from you was both your greatest love and your deepest betrayer. As much as you wanted to forgive him, you werenât sure you ever could.
Michelleâs innocent face flashed in your mindâyour baby girl, who loved her father so purely, so deeply. How would this affect her? The thought of her bright, joyful spirit dimming under the weight of her parents falling apart was too much to bear.
You knew what you had to do.
For her sake.
Your chest ached with the decision, but it felt like the only path forward. You opened your eyes, fixing your gaze on Mychael. His own golden eyes were rimmed red with tears, his ears flattened with guilt and sorrow. He flinched slightly as you reached out, your fingers brushing through his soft golden locks. Gently, you stroked the smooth curve of his mushroom-like horn, the way you used to when seeking his comfort.
âMake me forget one more time,â you whispered, your voice trembling but resolute. âPlease... for Michelleâs sake.â
Mychael froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. For a moment, he looked as if he hadnât heard you correctly.
âFirefly...â His voice cracked, his tail curling tightly around himself. âNo. I... I canât. Not again. I alreadyââ
âYou will,â you cut him off, your tone firm despite the tears streaking your face. âBecause this isnât about us anymore. This is about her. She deserves to have both her parents. She deserves to be happy.â
Mychaelâs hands trembled as they clenched the edge of the tub, his entire body tense with anguish. âI donât deserve your forgiveness,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âI donât deserve a second chance.â
âThis isnât about what you deserve,â you said softly, cupping his cheek. âThis is about what she needs.â
His tears fell freely now, his resolve breaking under the weight of your words. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing tightly as though memorizing the warmth of your palm.
âIâll do it,â he finally whispered, his voice shattered. âBut... this time... Iâll make sure you never feel this pain again. I swear it.â
You nodded, your heart breaking even as you felt a sense of calm settle over you. You knew the cost of this decision, the ultimate sacrifice you were making for your daughterâs happiness.
As Mychaelâs trembling hands wrapped around for you, his eyes faint glow of his magic beginning to swirl, you began to close your eyes of tiredness once more, your last coherent thought a prayer for Michelle.
For her, you would forget.
For her, you would start over.
Even if it meant losing yourself.
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~*Masterlists*~
Carrd - ASKSÂ - Meet the Artist
~-*Writing Masterlist*-~
+ = fluff, ? = Angst, * = Smut
~Prompts~
Current ones (may delete and add ideas) +?
~Obey me Shall We Date~
Obey Me! Brothers + Diavolo Nickname Headcannons
~Twisted wonderland~
`Azul`
What a Handful + - The prefect keeps harassing Azul +
~Your Boyfriend~
`Peter`
Iâll do anything for you, Darling~ *
~Fnaf Security Breach~
Sun and Moon x Ex-Bouncer Reader + (slight violence)
~Hazbin Hotel~
`Alastor`
Alastor x Deer Reader Who is a Badass + (mentions of violence)
~Identity V~
`Andrew Kreiss`
Andrew Kreiss x Tattoo-Pierced Reader +
-~*Art Masterlist*~-Â
~Twisted Wonderland~
Azul Headshot(2/22/21) - Self Insert(6/9/22) - Idia Headshot(7/1/22) - Angry Epel(7/17/22) - Self insert selling shit (8/14/23) - Blushing idia 0.0 (9/23/23) - malmal being cute (10/7/23)
~Yandere Related~
BC Damon Offering a rose(9/18/23) - BC Broken Colors Oc(9/19/23) - BC Bloody Damon(10/1/23) - MDHM Alan orion(5/12/23) - MDHM Alan out hunting(10/17/23) - YBF Peter From Your Boyfriend(9/14/21) - YBF Tk being scared(9/3/22) - SWWSDJ Sunny day Jack(1/12/23) - SWWSDJ Sunny day jack awestruck(1/21/23) - BSHvn Ray Smoking Binary star hero(9/9/23) - MOvn Mushroom baby mycheal(9/25/23) - FAVORvn Z biting finger(10/28/23) - STNAF Friend in a skirt(10/23/23) - CLRDGAZE Simon is baby(11/5/23) - YGAvn Angy Noel(11/10/23) - FAVORvn OC(11/12/23) - GLASSMINDvn Liu love u(11/17/23) - STARSETVEN Vic virgin killer(11/23/23) - MOvn Myc got rizzed(12/3/23) - CLRDGAZE seth cute(12/9/23) - SBNVN Eros~(12/14/23) - DualityVN tenten eating a cookie(12/23/23) - KATBVN Sol pretty(12/30/23) - BC Damon bd(1/6/24) - BC ocs Rosa and Tisi(1/8/24) - SBNVN butler Ares(1/15/23) - DualityVN Snapped keith :<(1/30/24) - SacrariumPario Vivere with a skull (2/13/24) - BSHvn Ray and mint (2/28/24) - ADSM Charlie has love (3/13/24) - BC Rosa and Damon (4/7/2024) BC Rosamund OC - DOL Kylar the freak (4/22/24) - CWPvn Eike OC (4/29/24) - STNAF Friend in lingerie (5/10/24) - HLvn Exe is silli (6/19/24) - SBNVN Pthonus and ares being cute (7/20/24) - DualityVN bloody wittle tenten (8/8/24)
~Welcome home~
Spooky wally(6/3/23) - Bouncy yellow bread(howdy)(9/7/23)
~Villainous~
Dr. Flug(6/19/20) - Demecia(9/21/20)
~Spider-Verse~
Spidersona Hemo-Spider(6/16/23) - Miguel 0.0(8/12/23)
~Hazbin Hotel~
Alastor(7/22/20) - Vaggie(10/7/20) - Alastor Headshot(2/22/21) - New vaggie(11/11/22) - Alastor redraw(8/29/22)
~Trigun (Stampede)~
babygirl vash(3/6/23) - Wolfwood smoke(3/18/23)
~Obey me shall we date~Â
Diavolo(1/17/23) - Beelzebub(9/22/22) - Asmo shook 5/5/23)
~Chainsaw Man~
Power(11/21/22) - Aki(11/20/22)
~Dead by Daylight~
The Spirit(8/9/20) - The Trickster(4/7/21)
~Genshin Impact~
Albedo(7/9/21) - Arataki Itto(9/7/22)
~Homestuck~
Scalemates(9/26/20) - Eridan(that bitch)(3/15/22)
~OCs~
Hikaru Gorman(10/22/19) - Tamao Hayashi(Old Design)(7/6/20) - Tamao Hayashi(Old Design) 2(9/11/20) - The Kims(Old Designs)(8/4/20) - Sakura Koizumi(9/7/20) - Victor and Esme(Old Design)(1/14/21) - Tamao as a sea monster(3/25/22) - Rubina(6/23/22) -Â Tamao Hayashi 2(8/9/22) - Nina Kim(8/14/22) - Bloody Tamao(10/1/22) - Rubina with bloth(10/31/22) - My yandere Mills and Tam(11/18/23)
~Random~
Hornet and The Knight from Hollow Knight(6/14/20) -Â William Legolant From Black Clover(6/29/20) -Â Surprise Pikachu Kurapika From Hunter x Hunter(7/12/20)Â -Â Snufkin from Moomin Valley(8/16/20) -Â Eijiro Kirishima From My Hero Academia(8/22/20) -Â Popee the Performer(2/16/21) -Â Andrew Kreiss From IDV(2/6/22) -Â Nobara Kugisaki From Jujutsu Kaisen(6/19/22) -Â Hunter Headshot From the Owl House(7/1/22) -Â Red Son From Monkie Kid(7/8/22) -Â Yor Forger From Spy x Family(7/29/22) -Deku(10/10/22)Â - Belos hunter(10/26/22)Â
#Fanart#my fanart#fanfic#Azul Ashengrotto#idia shroud#twisted wonderland#epel felmier#self insert#MY OCs#Orginal character#dr flug#Villainous#hazbin hotel#alastor#dead by daylight#the spirit#the trickster#homestuck#Scalemate#eridan ampora#hollow knight#Black Clover#kurapika#hxh#Hunter X Hunter#snufkin#moominvalley#brokencolors
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MC:Â i have feelings for you. Mycheal:Â why? what's wrong with you? are you sure you're okay?
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Exijo otro escrito de mycheal o alan orion con lector transmasc
oh por dios, el dĂa llegĂł EL DĂA LLEGĂ EL DĂA LLEGĂ EL DĂA LLEGĂ SIIIIIII
#lets go gays#yandere visual novel#yandere x reader#alan orion#my dear hatchet man#mycheal#mushroom oasis
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