#he does not talk nor like jeremy at all

[d4rkshad0w]

i need Andreil and Jerejean in the same room playing exy or whatever because i feel like Jeremy would try to talk to Andrew but Andrew wouldn’t like it and Neil and Jean would be on the court being weird and kind to each other yet mean yk

[ninyard]

how do you think jean would be post tsc duology with his sexuality with jeremy like i feel like he’s been put into this submissive role at the nest but idk if that was something he enjoyed

Oh you’ve opened a can of worms anon. Here’s a not so short but typically messy, as per usual, look into Jean’s sexuality.

Firstly, I think there are a million different nuances and anomaly’s and sides to Jean’s sexuality. Jean Moreau: whose first girlfriend was a plane ticket to the United States. We don’t know much about his childhood, but we can only imagine it wasn’t pleasant; If he’s anything like Neil, did he date at all as a kid/young teen?

So - let’s picture it. We’re a little while into Jean’s time with the Trojans, we're a little while into Jean and Jeremy figuring each other out, and the sex conversations comes up.

Now, personally, I don't believe that Jean's response to his trauma is anything like Andrew's - we've seen he doesn't seem to have an issue being touched, and nor does he seem to have an issue with sexuality in general. But things that I believe he does have a problem with?

His sexuality, and knowing what he wants vs what he believes is expected of him.

I think Jean has an incredible amount of shame around his interest in men. Most of it having been beaten into him, instilled by Riko into him. I think his gut response to pull away and reject advances and pretend his interest in men doesn't exist comes mostly from that, or from hearing Kevin say to him that it was far too difficult a life to be the child of a legacy and interested in men. How the public would react, how professional exy teams and the media would respond; it's always easier to be heterosexual. It always has been.

The first hurdle Jean has to jump over is that; allowing himself to desire men, to feel like that is okay, to feel like he deserves the way that Jeremy looks at him. The Trojans help, far more than they even know. Cat and Laila help. All of the queer couples and out-and-proud folks on the team help. Immeasurably. It normalises it for him, and he sees how safe they are, how unpunished they are, and whether its subconscious or not, being around them all really helps destroy his bone-deep shame. But he gets past it. At some stage he admits that his sexuality is unimportant to him, as it truly is, but he feels comfortable enough say well, yes, his attraction does also extend to men. It will never be more important that Exy. But it exists. It just eventually becomes a far smaller deal to him that it had originally been.

Skip some time, some awkward and painful conversations, and Jean and Jeremy are together. How that happens, I don't know - do they hook up first? Do they date for a while before they get there? But, when they get there, there comes this point a handful of times in where Jeremy realises he has been leading their encounters a whole lot more than Jean is. In fact, when he thinks about it, as comfortable as Jean insists that he is, he is not in control at all. He follows Jeremy's lead. Jeremy thinks about Kevin's awkward comment the day he was asked to sign Jean.

"Tell me what you want." Jeremy says, having thought too much about it, having wondered if he was imagining things.

"You," Jean responds, maybe. "That is all."

Jeremy sits back and he looks at him, and Jean looks back with that gorgeous and confused look draped across his pale complexion. Somehow they talk for a little while, and find themselves at the point:

Is this how you actually want to have sex, or is it just how you think I want you to have sex?

And Jean doesn't know. It's the question that sends him spiralling, because he hasn't even realised it. He hasn't noticed how he is simply complacent, uninvested in his own desires and pleasure in order to keep Jeremy happy. It's not that he doesn't get pleasure from it, of course he does, but he will not take a step out of line if Jeremy is happy. I think he might have to stop for a while, stepping back from sex while he tries to understand his relationship with sex itself. He's too used to being used and having expectations put on him that he knows no different. He doesn't know what he likes. He doesn't know if he prefers to top or bottom, to be submissive or dominant, or any other thing like that; it's a no-mans land that he's spent far too long people-pleasing in that he's forgotten that he's allowed to enjoy it as well. So I think that takes a lot of time and unlearning to see his own pleasure as something worthy of investigating.

Jeremy is patient, of course, and while he sees how much of a "step back" Jean has taken in terms of being okay with sex, it's worth it; sure, Jean never much had a problem with it, and maybe bringing it up caused a problem, but it sparks that thought in Jean's brain. That curiosity about whether or not the role that he plays during sex has been built by the nest, or if it's what he genuinely likes to do. As I say, it takes a lot of unlearning for Jean. A lot of unpacking of what happened to him, and a lot of really, really hard conversations.

His body is his own, and he knows that now. It does not belong to Jeremy. Again, not that Jeremy thinks so either, to be very clear. He knows Jeremy doesn't think so. Not one bit. But he has to understand that himself. He doesn't have to read Jeremy's micro expressions to figure out what he wants him to do, he doesn't have to just keep him happy. Intimacy can only exist in an environment where it is reciprocated. And while he cares deeply for Jeremy, if he is ignoring his own desires in order to maintain peace, he is not being genuine. He is simply submitting because that's the only option he's known. That's the only choice he's ever had.

I think Jean loves sex - I think Jean really, really enjoys having sex with Jeremy. I just think it's also evident quite quickly that he isn't even thinking about how he affords Jeremy all of the control in every scenario. Jean is submissive because that's all he knows. And I feel like it takes a while and a lot of talking for him to leave that habit behind and freely, unashamedly, fuck without expectation for him to be a certain way or act a certain way. That doesn't mean he has to be a top or a bottom. It does mean that he has to stop himself from studying every twitch and tell on Jeremy's face to try understand completely what the Captain expects of him.

[ciaomarie]

ESCAPING INTO A SHIP

So what exactly made me latch onto the Sydcarmy ship like a leech on a water buffalo?

It was unexpected (for me)! Yes, the very first meeting between Syd and Carm did make an impact. I thought "Oooh, what's this?!" However, Carmy was/is such a mess that I quickly dismissed it. And Sydney just seemed to want his professional approval and a partner in making something great after the soul-crushing failure of Sheridan. So, the first season I personally didn't feel a mutual sexual/romantic tension, more like an automatic respect and shared goals/passions. Sydney nor Carm were obviously trying to flirt. Most slow burns on TV are 100% obvious like a Jeanine and Gregory (Abbott Elementary), Nick and Jess (New Girl), Jake and Amy (Brooklyn 99), Jim and Pam (The Office)...Until Braciole Ep. 8 that is.

S. 1 Episode 8- I won't get into everything but Carmy was desolate. Yes, he became a psycho chef and two people quit in Ep.7. However, he mourned Sydney more than Marcus. She was in his flashback/nightmare (?), then the way he told Tina that she looked like Syd (the poor pup), him texting her before opening the note from Mikey, and finally the most gorgeous locked gaze scene since Pride and Prejudice (2005). The soft lighting, the music, the colors, the mind-reading...magical. I still didn't get it initially. Silly, blind me.

Mentorship where??? Season 2 Carm and Syd's "mentorship" dynamic is pretty much over. They are true partners and spending more time together. They're dressing alike even when not in uniform, finishing each other's sentences or talking in unison. Sydney is opening up more of herself and Carm is asking to know more. They use the ASL sign for sorry with each other and no one else until ep 10. Then there's that locker scene in ep. 1 or 2, when they almost hang out just cause. However, Carmy misses the moment and there's the return of the kicked pup face. Before being on the ship I was delighted with all of their scenes and was looking forward to the food tour. They just ROCK together on screen.

Classic Love Triangle- Who's Claire? She's "Claire Bear", the prototypical "cool girl", who is willing to chase an socially awkward, wrong-number-giving man, despite being a pretty ER resident with no shortage of options. Did a CW writer get hired? Anyways, why was her presence used almost exclusively to put strain on Carmy and Sydney's relationship instead of The Bear generally? We could have had scenes with Nat, Richie, and Marcus arguing with Carmy about him being distracted due to Claire. They saved 99% of that for Sydney. They CHOSE to insert her in between or just after scenes with him and Claire. Showing Sydney's tattoos and her getting dressed with the stained chef's coat juxtaposed with them was WILD.

I LOVE that both believe their interpersonal problems are solely about The Bear/business partnership. In most "slowburns" the characters are far more conscious and actively work to keep things platonic. Jeremy might be a smidge aware that Sydney means more to him after the panic attack, but I bet he's shoved it down. All he knows afterward is that being with Claire feels wrong hence ignoring her call and recommitting to SYDNEY. He could of said "You all/This/The Bear deserve my full focus etc..." He was also nagged into greeting Claire at Friends and Family, seemed anxious when Fak brought her up right before The Table scene, and also while explaining that "she's great" to Sydney. He was at peace when focused on Sydney in the moment below.

The actors: Jeremy and Ayo's real life friendship is warms my soul and their chemistry onscreen is amazing. DON'T WASTE IT!!!

Jeremy smolders on screen. I want to see Carmy continue to stare, yearn, fall, then eventually confess and for Sydney to reciprocate his feelings. Anyhoo, does anyone else melt when Carm means business?! They do this twice in season one and it's not good for me. Whew, I need to clean my whole house or run a few miles.

Finally, there's so many other parallels between these two. They are fearful avoidants, have a missing or dead parent, jacked up stomachs, use sarcasm, but are generally very earnest, they struggle with anxiety, are compassionate, are perfectionists, peace-makers, give people multiple chances, are workaholics...so much more. A lot of that is also ME, lol.

Sydcarmy is my Roman Empire. I love them as much as you can fictional characters and they deserve the most tender, angsty, triumphant, romantic best-friends to more love story.

[reveld-r]

Something I noticed about TF2 comics

TW: Spoilers

I was reading again the comics and I noticed something. Okay, we can notice that during the issues there are 3 main mercs that die (without counting Miss Pauling, Zhanna, Soldier and the Admin because the first three weren't as dramatic and the admin probably died a lot of times during the comic) and this three were Scout, Medic and Sniper. What I took notice of is that these three represent the 3 common places from the catholic (or similar) religion to go after death: Heaven, Hell and The Limbo; and they also have three diferent ways for coming back: Granted, negotiated and forced/external help. Before I start I want to say I am NOT an expert on religion or not even a devoted christian, I write this on behalf of what I know and definitions from the internet and that english is also not my first language and I'm trying my best to not use Google Translate.

SCOUT

In The Naked and the Dead Scout dies on his father's arms, RIP, and we can see he arrives to Heaven. But Reveld, how do we know it's not an alucination from him? Easy, Tom Jones is also there, Jeremy dies thinking Tom Jones is his real father, but since Tom Jones dies in Ring of Fired he is there, and also the presence of God and the little angels tell us that this is the catholic (or similar religion) heaven. Now, back to the point, Medic is busy also being dead, therefore he can't revive Scout so, how does he comes back? By being God's favorite, literally.

He sends Scout back to the Earth to fulfill his task as "God's gift to the women", without medical intervention or deals and PAM he is back into the game.

MEDIC

Lets go again into The Naked and the dead, Medic dies from 2 bullets, RIP again, and after some panels we can see him talking with someone in Hell, and this someone is The Devil, normally we wouldn't know what hell is this or if Medic even practiced a religion (a man of science, you know), but with The Devil's apearence we can asume it's the catholic (or similar religion) hell. Now, he isn't in good terms with The Devil and he can't be helped since Heavy is fighting with Cheavy so this would be his end unless he made a deal with him, but he wouldn't do that right?

Well folks, he did it, he sold one of his nine souls for a pen and a chance to be back, leaving Hell without Satan being happy with this and without having to need an external help, and PAM he is alive again.

SNIPER

Now we go back to Blood in the Water, Sniper dies, RIP, and then in Old Wounds we can see him on God's Secret Base with his parents. Now if you search the definition of Limbo, the next definition will appear on top.

Now, if this is this secret base, we can say it's this abode, since it isn't principal Heaven, an there is where people are supposed to go if they died before Christ's coming, therefore before resurection. Now, neither God or The Devil are there, so how does he comes back? A medical intervention, that's right. We can see Medic brings him back on a forced way, since Sniper, God nor The Devil agreed on bringing him back. So a little operation later and 12 hours and PAM he is back.

Well, that's all folks, I couldn't keep this little connection with me so I tried to write it in a rush, anyways, hope you liked :D

[scoutsbabygirl]

the butcher of badwater; (yandere) sniper x reader [part 2]

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/scoutsbabygirl/751123357519560704/the-butcher-of-badwater-yandere-sniper-x-reader?source=share

"why the hell did you do that!?"

cautiously, on your hands and feet flat on the ground you backed up, lifting your ass off the ground. you always knew something was wrong with him (honestly, you brushed it off the isolation, loneliness of being adopted to even speculating he had some degree of autism) but this was something you could never imagine him doing. well, he was a killer but you didn't think he would kill his coworkers. rabbits, deer and other creatures around didn't count either as you knew he was an outdoorsy type of man and hunting game was his specialty.

"i don't like the way he looks at you." he stood up without warning and sharply turned his front to you. you only saw his back before. his face and aviators were covered in blood, his entire front look like he bought the clothes a crimson red and not a baby blue colour. "i don't like the way he talks to you" he eyebrows narrowed indicating he was concentration. you could see jeremy's body just behind him but you didn't dare to look. "i don't like how he tries to flirt with you." he scratched the back of his head with his right hand. he was acting like nothing out of the ordinary just occurred and more importantly that a body was laid close enough that he could bend down and touch his lifeless skin. "so i figured he'll learn from his mistakes".

there was an uncomfortable silence that washed over you. you were stunned, speechless.

blindly, he threw the bloody and bent kurki to the side. it hit a rock as the clang rang out into the air. you cringed at the loud noise. he was weaponless, at least. you were grateful for that. he walked a bit to get closer to you then crouching down to meet your eye level despite being a few inches taller than you. it felt weirdly intimate- not in a sexual way but one that may have provided you comfort if given much different circumstances.

"he never caused me any problems though?" you spoke quietly, your voice was breathy and sounded like you had just run a mile long marathon without any breaks nor water. "we were just friends?" your eyes wandered from his face, to his stubble covered chin to the grey rocks behind him realizing you had just used the past tense to describe one of your best friends.

he removed his sunglasses with both of his hands. "see, the question in your voice is what worries me." pausing, he attempted removed the blood and other innards from his glasses with his blue sleeve. "i don't think you would dare to betray me." there was hick in his voice. he looked down at you with a straight face, he was challenging you. he knew this scared you. he knew he scared you. normally, he would hate feeling this way but the anger overtook him. he wasn't that friendly bloke that talked a bit too much about the surrounding floral and fauna and starting campfires with sticks and mirrors but rather a cold blooder butcher. "i think he would try to sway you away from me, whether it be by early morning jogs or stargazing with him outside at night. i've seen it all."

your jaw went slack. in disbelief. you had an inkling that he was romantically interested in you but not to this extent he was acting obsessed. sure, jeremy would try his cheesy pickup lines that resulted in the both of you going quiet then laughing or the mindless hand touches but there wasn't anything direct. you thought of him like the brother you never had growing up as a little kid.

"why does this all matter to you, mick?" your eyebrows furrowed. you had so many questions but you didn't want to tick him off even more and cause harm to yourself.

"are you fucking re-" he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, catching his words. "jesus christ" he mumbled under his breath. he looked down at his midwestern styles shoes and your dusty white sneakers his eyes bouncing back and forth. "listen- i'm gonna stand up and walk to my van. i'm then going to grab my white washrag and douse it in chloroform. i'm then going to track you down and knock you out with it then drag you back to my van. i'm tired of worrying about these other fuckers taking you away, so i'm taking you away from them."

"what?" you blurted as your heartbeat speed up after every word in a struggle to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say. you watched as his left hand reached from something in his khaki pants, slowly taking out a swiss pocket knife. he flicked the pocket knife out of the red covering. mick studied the silver knife glimmering off the sunrays. you looked at the knife and looked back at him, unsure what to focus on. they were both weapons to some extent and that thought left you on the edge and anxious.

without speaking his whipped the small knife up to your jugular vein protruding out of your neck. you knew that if you moved it would tear open the skin and you would bleed out right there on the ground.

you repeated "okay" over and over again half trying to ground yourself and half in an attempt to convince him to remove the knife from touching your delicate skin. you knew he had the power to cut through you like a hot knife in butter. he laid the flat part of the knife on your neck which caused a shiver to travel up your spine leaving you to shake lightly for half a second.

"listen to me", his mouth was against your ear. "i want you to listen to everything i have to say", his voice was dark and gravelly which reminded you of how sandpaper sounds when rubbing the material against each other. "i have the knife against your throat and i want you to follow me to my van." the hairs on your neck stood up. "i don't wanna use it on you and i don't wanna waste my chloroform." he sat on his haunches with both of his legs on either side of your torso. this didn't allow you to run away nor escape.

you knew right then you had to follow all of his orders and instructions otherwise you knew you wouldn't make it out alive.

[mimikyu-oli]

William got the bright idea to use Faz-goo to heal his youngest son's head trauma. 🙂

It's pretty instant and Michael is none the wiser.

The boy only have a faded scar on his face but no actual damages.

MCI happen and Michael's protectiveness is kicking.

And then, Elizabeth disapear and he start to freak out when his brother isn't in sight.

It takes some times (and support from Jeremy), but he get through it.

The bite of 87 happen.

William is like "Good ridance! One less pest to deal with!".

But then he saw the look of devastation on Michael and the father instinct kick.

William: Well, if it worked the first time.

---

These goo-entities genuinely think they are the original person.

They don't know they are clones.

Until Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental.

Then it's a literal existential crisis happening.

Michael: Evan is goo!

Jeremy is goo!

Does everyone I know are goo!?

Michael: Am I goo TOO!?

👁_👁

---

Existential crisis power 3.

Supprisingly, Evan is the one who is the less affected.

Or more like he shows it less, but he's still upset about it and doesn't want to burden his brothers when they are clearly overwhelmed by it.

Meanwhile, William, since day one, is:

Stage 1) This is the "What makes someone a person?" and "Is it still the same?" dilemma.

Stage 2) This is not my son.

This is just a replic of him.

Stage 3) My oldest love a bunch of goo. What a weird one.

I'm going to go away from him.

He's old enough to deal with his problems and his goo pet.

Stage 4) Bloody hell! My son love a dying man.

I'm going to do him a favor.

But he's also:

Look! Evan!

Your brother replaced you.

Look how nice he is to it.

Do you feel... angry?

Betrayed?

(He is talking to a gooeyfied Evan possessing a little animatronic bear.)

Evan is feeling self-deprecating.

William: Shite.

My son is pathetic.

---

[It's the idea of the person and the goo are exchanging places. And William, knowing it because of all his experimentations on rats (and Evan is the first human guinea pig.), takes the goo and put it in some kind of jar/core he put in the bear. (Same concept as in spirit possessing things but with goo. And it's like putting a battery in a toy.)

Although, I don't know what he does with Jeremy yet. 🤔 (He's not throwing him away.)]

---

So yeah, Michael is in a state of "they are not them, but they also are."

It's a bit easier with his brother since years has pass, but with Jeremy...

Well, it's either a year or a few months since the bite for him.

---

Michael and Jiji: 18 in 1987.

Evan: 5 years younger. 13 in 1987.

AND THEY ARE ROOMATES!!!!

---

Evan (Or Goo-Evan) see Jeremy as an older brother.

It's kind of ironic after the later is switched and then discover it.

No one knows what to think nor understand after that happen.

---

Goo-Jeremy wake up while William was collecting the gooeyfied Jiji and asked himself "What is Dave doing here?".

He pretends to be asleep until the man is out of the room.

Some times later (around a few months to a year or two), Michael goes in Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental and find some files he brings with him. (Since he has peoples waiting for him at home, he goes right instead of left. And spend a joyfull night with Ennard.)

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Reaction of the reveal:

Jeremy: Panic attack caused by an heavy existential chrisis and the fear of being left by Michael.

Michael: He's dealing with the same dilemma as his father in 83 and trying to calm down Jiji. (With a sprinkle of existancial chrisis too.)

Evan: Frozen in place while staring at the situation happening right in front of him.

[harrysmimi]

CEOrry Pt. 3

Synopsis: One where things get messy but Patience is a virtue

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YN was nervous.

Very nervous to talk to Harry. He haven't got to see her because of her finals, apart from checking up on her through calls and texts. But her convocation is tomorrow and she's got a doctor's appointment for the 12th week.

She's started to show up pretty prominently now, especially to herself.

He's going to be excited, that's bound to be. He's also going to ask if he can feel the baby, though there's a doubt there's anything to feel and that inevitable that he won't ask that. YN's been feeling very uncomfortable in her body lately. Especially when she's gained a little weight. Healthy weight. But on the video call the other day her step mother was the first and very excited to point that out. That caused her father to ask her questions but nothing made him suspicious about anything.

But YN's also gotten obsessed her little baby bump. She should get used to this because she'll have to leave the little one growing in her womb. Which is not something she's really looking forward to. Her friends have been bugging her wanting to touch her belly, which she doesn't really have a problem with but she also doesn't want to be touched. Especially when she's been insecure about her body lately.

It's not the first time. But she's learnt a way to over come it and be confident in who she is and how she is.

Anyway she got into her knock off branded Adidas sweats, an old T-shirt and her dad's jerkin she stole years ago before she was on her way down stairs.

To her surprise, Harry came to pick her alone today. No Jeremy.

"Hey!" Harry beamed watching her get in the passenger seat.

"Hi." She smiled back as she buckled up her seat belt.

"How are you doing? Been long since I saw you." He pulled out of the parking spot, headed to the way of maternity clinic for her scheduled check up.

"I've been good." She shared, "morning sickness here and there, but I'm doing good."

"Why didn't you tell me, YN?" He scolded, lowkey.

"Is there anything you can do about morning sickness?"

"We would have figured something out." He looked pissed now, sort of, "or I could have called Dr. Wilson to see if there is something we can do."

"It's fine, Harry, I'll ask her about it today." She sighed in defeat.

YN have been feeling way too emotional lately. She cried last night because there was no milk for her tea at midnight. Poor Josh had to make a run to the grocery store last minute. Now she usually doesn't cry but she can't help it lately. And she felt bad for even letting her friend go out in middle of the night to get her some milk.

She sat there in silence the whole ride to the clinic, waiting for their turn. Just lost in her own thoughts.

What is she even doing?

Her dad is going to be upset with her, even though she's sure he'll come around and make peace with it. But disappoint someone who's always been so kind and loving and patient with her, her whole entire life?

It is going to be inevitable to hide from him. As her cousin is getting married just two and half months after she's due for delivery. And she has to be there because she's really close the cousin who's getting married. It js hard being around her relatives as it is, and her changed appearance is going to cause a lot of questions.

The truth is going to raise a lot of eyebrows towards her character. No one will understand why she's done what she's done. Nor does she expects anyone to. It's just that she doesn't know if she'll be able to handle all of this.

And surely her step mother is going to be using this against her. She has to tell her father before he hears it from someone else.

It was going to be just like when she started therapy at the age of thirteen. People in her family thought she was going mental. She really had to pull out of it because the bickering and gossiping was getting too much.

And it wasn't like therapy was working for her either way.

Loss of her own mother and her dad marrying again withing two years, shocked her. But she's made peace with it all now. Or has she really?

"YN?" Harry gentle touch on her shoulder brought her back to earth.

"Yes?" She gasped, "is it my turn?"

"No it's not. Not yet." Harry looked st her concerned, "YN, hey love, is everything okay?"

She realised she was crying again, "yeah, everything is fine." She assured him, laughing softly to make the vibe lighter around her. "I'm getting very emotional lately."

"That's okay." He rested his hand on her back, "you can talk to me if anything is bothering you, okay?"

"Okay." She nodded. "I just can't help it. I'm sorry!"

"Hey, come here." He cooed as he pulled her into a warm hug, "it's okay, you can cry. You sure there's nothing bothering you?"

"Mhmm." She lied.

"Okay. We have to wait ten minute, just a little heads up for you." He whispered to her. And she swore she felt a feathery kiss being placed on her hair!

"I'm going to ruin your white shirt, my mascara is not waterproof." She sniffled pulling away politely from him.

The bare minimum is gonna get her in deep trouble here!

He just nodded and sat there. Soon enough ut was her turn. Everything was fine, the baby is growing perfectly, YN's healthy too. No complications as well. Well, her tiny bump was no longer secret to Harry. He didn't say anything though.

And they got new pictures!

"Hey, are you mad?" She asked when they reached his car in the car park.

"No, I'm happy that the baby and you are healthy." He looked at her confusedly and concerned. "Let's go to my place, yeah? We can talk it over lunch. Just not here."

"Yeah."

......................................................................

His place looked slightly different.

YN's been to his house just a couple of times. Very humble looking for a millionaire. Just a four bedroom, three story house in a quiet and gated community.

She was very nervous to go to his house the first time when he asked her to meet him there for their agreement. She was also very intimidated by him the first time.

He stood almost a feet taller than her, bulky with his piercing green eyes and serious look. He is always wearing suits, which added to the intimidating vibes. YN found out he's got dimples just about few weeks ago!

Turns out he's a real softie in reality.

YN was very nervous obviously. She looked tired and shaken up. Desparate for help.

Now that he thinks behind he was too harsh on her. Like way too harsh. Interviewing her like he's going to hire her to hold all of his secrets to the grave. Part of him wanted to know all about her because the surrogacy thing doesn't allow him to read much about the personal choices she makes which may affect his future child.

Now, YN had partial idea of what she was getting herself into. She was stood in front of a giant front door to a fucking mansion. Shiny and expensive looking door handle. Two expensive looking pots with actual live plants in them on either side of the door.

She missed the huge dog by the gate which had two security guards dresses in all black who checked her stuff before she was allowed past the gates. She could see the flecks of what was the back yard from the side of his mansion.

Not realising she was stood there for more that several minutes as the door was opened even before she could get s chance to ring the door bell. There he stood, dresses in a baby blue shirt with a white sheer button down underneath it, a black Gucci belt held the pants to on his upper hips, a gold buckle on it. His shirt was partially open with a display of silver cross necklace he wore, and flecks of his chest hair. He stood about a foot or half taller than her there. Piercing green eyes and lucious eye lashes. Straight a prominent nose with lips of the softest shade of pink she has ever seen.

She shook off her thoughts knowing there is 98% chance he's married, wanting kids with his wife or husband or spouse.

"Hi, please come in." He stepped aside so she can get in.

YN clutched onto handles of her bag hung over her shoulders tightly as she walked in. She was expecting the partner to show up any time. She was more nervous for that. Harry asked her to take a seat as he walked in the kitchen asking if she would like anything to drink.

"Just water please." She shared. It didn't take him long to come back out with a glass of cold water and a mug of black coffee for himself. It was almost six in the evening and he was having a coffee.

YN was already sat, carefully on the expensive looking leather sofa clutching onto her bag for her dear life. She's never been this nervo before. Not even for her job interviews. She worked as a teacher at a pre-school for now and worked a second job on weekends and even on week days if she got time. She even saw a green and black files lying on the coffee table with a fancy looking pen.

"So you're really sure you want to do this, Ms. YLN?" He asked.

"Please, call me YN." She said nervously, "and ummm, aren't we going to wait for your partner..." She dragged out the word trying to figure out right words, "... spouse?"

"We won't have to, because I don't have one." He set his coffee mug down. "These are the agreements you can take this and read it please. And we'll work from there."

"That's it?" She was shocked. "You called me all the way here for this?" And now she's confused, because she already agreed to the online agreement she signed on the surrogacy site.

"You might wanna read that, Ms. YLN." He pointed out.

"Yeah, yes, I, I am gonna read it. Obviously." She still couldn't stop stuttering. "I thought you had me over because you wanted to ask few things, that's what your manager told me." She was very scared in that moment.

"Yes, but I figured it wouldn't be necessary." He shared.

YN opened the file to have a read at the agreement which didn't look that long. But it hit her.

"Wait, you clearly don't have a wife or a girlfriend or a partner or whatever!" She couldn't fathom what she was getting herself into, "this baby would be mine as well, unless you have an egg donor. Please tell me you have that sorted?"

"No, I don't." He admitted way too casually for her liking.

That didn't sit right with her. That baby would be hers as well then. She wouldn't want to give up her baby, and in future go on to pretend as if she doesn't have her first born somewhere in the world with her own kids she gets to keep.

Her mind was racing a hundred thoughts per minute as she read the agreement. The clauses had her feel more anxious. She has to quit her fucking job?!

He wad ready to agree on whatever amount she wanted in return!

There is no questions to be asked from the recieving party, where as she is obligated to answers every question. Especially questions related to her health and medical problems or history. It was for the safety of the child.

She can't see the baby after they're born.

"I'm sorry, I, I can't do this." She closed the file and placed it back on the table in from of her. "I can't give up my child like that. I thought you just needed someone to carry your baby for you and your partner. And, and I can't even ask questions?"  She was also on verge of crying. "I, I hope you understand."

"You'll get anything you ask for." He shrugged as if he was making a fucking business deal, "can sign you a cheque for a hundred thousand pounds now and we'll sort out the rest later."

"What? No!" She exclaimed, "you-- can I ask why you want a baby when you're clearly single?"

"You can't." He's very blunt with his answers. "No questions. Just let me know by the end of this week."

"You don't have to wait for the end of the week, I won't be doing this." She stood firm to her decision, "hope you find someone who's ready to work on your conditions, but I can't."

Harry was disappointed but he can't be really. She doesn't agree with it. He can't force her. And YN just left that day.

Just for her to call his manager back up ten days later, in desparation of agreeing but she wasn't going to quit either of her jobs. And that was final. To which he clearly agreed as he had no more patience in him.

And here they are.

His beige sofa and ottomans were switched to yellow sofa and a burgundy and blue side sofa chair thingies. A natural wood stock coffee table with a glass top was set in middle, on a Moroccan rug underneath. Apart from that everything was same.

"You got new sofa?" She asked.

"Yeah." He closed the door behind him after following her inside, "my god daughter, Ruby was over the other day and she spilt her blue paint all over me sofa. It looked like someone murdered a Smurf there." YN laughed at that.

"You want to take a seat whilst I go heat up the food?" He suggested, walking over to the dining area he pulled a chair for her.

"Yeah." She nodded. Placing her bag on the sofa she made her was to the dining area. "You can cook too?"

"No. No, no I can't." He chuckled sheepishly there, "Lizzie, my housekeeper and chef looks after this all."

"You have a personal chef?" YN couldn't believe what he said which shouldn't be surprising in the first place. He hummed to answer her. "Wow you're rich!"

"Well, I like to think that way." He shrugged.

"Some of us have to make our meals and sometimes that doesn't happen too. I'm so jealous of you!" YN groaned, "I want to be mega rich too someday."

"What do you mean that doesn't happen sometimes?" He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her.

"What?" She looked at him nervously. She shouldn't have said that.

Her friends have been there for her recently. At least one of them is to make sure she's had all her meals. Even if that meant cooking for her (she's getting spoilt). YN haven't had to skip a meal because of anything since she found out she's pregnant. But before she could explain all of this, he snapped.

"I told you to move in with me!" He exclaimed, "at least you can have something to eat on time for fucks sake." His voice raised. YN was taken back because she's never heard him this loud.

"Harry, I can't just move in with you." She said, "I'd end up fucking homeless, I have no family here."

"So you think I'm going to kick you out after the baby is born as if I'm some kind of heartless monster?" He scoffed in disbelief, "you think that low of me, YN?"

"I, I never said that." She choked on her breathe trying not to cry, "I'm done. I can't cry in front of you again." She barged out to the living room and grabbed her her bag ready to leave. She lost her patience because he raised his voice again.

"Run away like you always do." He yelled from the other side of the room, "you're so scared of confrontations and talking, aren't you?"

"Learnt from you." She slipped on her shoes.

"YN you step one foot out." He warned her.

"Yeah? Watch me!"

"YN, stop!" He rushed to stop her from leaving, he grabbed onto her hand taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. "Hey, look I'm sorry. I, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. Let's talk okay?"

"I am not scared of confrontations or talking, okay?" She laid it out clear in front of him, "you jump to conclusions without even listening to the person in front of you."

"Hey I'm really sorry." He whispered, "I wouldn't-- that won't happen again."

"No, stop." She whispered slipping her hand out of his. "Don't talk to me."

"I, I won't. Just please don't leave, okay?" He suggested, "we can just sit here and talk whenever you feel alright."

He heated up the food his chef made and left in the fridge. He usually eats the same thing for dinner so there was enough for the both of them. Eating in silence was really not something he enjoys but it's a better option than to leave things unsaid.

He noticed she barely ate anything, so he ordered something she eats usually. The handful of time they've had meals together and she gets the same thing.

"I don't want you to baby sit me, Harry. I'm not going to share a word!" She warned him. "This is so stupid. It's not like I'd die after skipping one meal. I made a freaking joke!"

"I'm not baby sitting you." He shrugged simply.

"You're making me eat forcefully, you're not letting me go back home alone. That's baby sitting."

"I'm looking out for you YN because I'm your friend, if that's what you call baby sitting then fine." He picked up his empty dishes and walked back into the kitchen, he frustratingly started cleaning the counter top, "I'd rather baby sit you than you passing out on an empty stomach. You know how bad being pregnant takes a toll on your whole body?" She sat there with her head down, still playing with her food and fork.

Of course he's going to look out for his baby.

"I've seen my friends and cousins go through this YN. Whilst I might have not everything but I know." He walked back to her. "I want you to be healthy as well. I want you to know that I don't back off my friendships. I shouldn't doubt you for looking after yourself, I apologise for that."

"Hmm." She sniffled. "And I'm crying again!"

"It's okay." He assured her, "it's alright."

"I, I, I need to tell my dad." She sobbed, "he can't know from anyone else."

"You can tell him." Harry wrapped his arms around her, "it's okay."

"I don't know. He's going to be so disappointed!" Her breath shuddered as she was crying so much.

"I'm sure he's not going to, YN." Harry rubbed her back gently, "you just need to explain it to him."

"You think so?"

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"I want to go home now, please."

"Yeah, I'm gonna take you home." He placed a kiss on her head before he was off to get his keys, "come on."

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YN contemplated till it was too late for her to video call her dad. So she cried herself to sleep.

The next thing she heard was someone calling for her name softly, feeling a warm hand running up and down on her arm.

Wait... Is she dreaming?

Realising that made her wake up gasping.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." The familiar deep and raspy voice got her back to earth. It is Harry.

"Oh my god!" She sighed. "Please open the window. Please!"

"Yeah." He got up quickly and opened her windows to let the fresh air in and just as quickly got back to sit on the edge of her bed. "I didn't mean to scare you. Kayla let me in, wanted to come in and check on you."

"The baby is fine Harry." She sighed falling back in bed, pulling up her blanket to her chin as she tried to fall back asleep.

"YN, you still think I don't care about you?" He sounded so defeated, "you matter more, YN, okay? I've come in to check on you because you seemed so upset and anxious yesterday. Please, I need you to understand I'm not doing this just because I only care about my baby. You're my friend now!"

"Right." She nodded, "I want to sleep more still please, I'm very tired."

"Don't you have a convocation to go to?"

"It's today?" She asked, "oh my god, it's today!" And she realised it herself. "What the fuck, what the fuck!" She got out of bed in panic.

"Hey, be careful." He warned her.

"Get off my bed, I need to fix it!" She scolded him.

"Let me do it." He stopped her. "You go get ready. You've got barely three hours."

"No, it's fine let me—"

"I said go get ready, YN." He grabbed onto her arms to steady her, gently. "I'm going to be your escort for tonight."

"I don't an escort."

"Trust me you will, when Kayla and Julia are busy with their dates." With that he left her room.

"Harry, I don't need an escort!"

"I know." He called from the living room, "now chop-chop darling. You're going to be a Doctor of Philosophy today."

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YN got ready as fast as she could. She couldn't waste much time.

Being pregnant is already getting to her head, she could barely imagine how she'd be when she's much further in. She was locked into her bathroom getting ready.

Her bedroom door doesn't lock up as the previous boy who lived there had it broken, some drunk college students were hooking up in his bedroom. Josh was super mad for that giy to even throw a party whilst the other three of the roommates were gone out of town.

Least to say, YN never got it fixed nor did their landlord. He's a dick!

Just as she was about slip on her dress, she glanced at herself in the mirror. She hates looking in mirror but she saw the little bump.

Well, she's practically naked, stood in her mismatched knickers and bra. Usually she's feel sexy, without even looking at the mirror. Mirrors are just self-districting weapons.

But she felt different there. Her body was growing another life inside of her. It was part hers. She shouldn't and she couldn't help but her resting her hand on her bulging belly.

Wait... She can't let this happen again. This time it's going to be worse, she'll have to give up the baby. They will live and she won't ever get to see them again.

Taking in a long breath she quickly put on her dress and fixed her already styled hair. She's not going to let this ruin her special day. She was out of her bathroom and room immediately gathering all her stuff like when you don't think you need a basket or a trolly at the store.

"You want me to help you?" Harry rushed to gather her jacket and her bag she uses everyday. "What have you got in here?"

"I am perfectly capable of taking my own stuff." She rolled her eyes and walked to kitchen to fix herself a sandwich real quick.

"We're going to get breakfast on the way love, don't worry about it. Now come on." Harry ushered her out.

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Least to say, Harry was happy seeing YN all bubbly and happy today. She was giggling with her friends, and he didn't quite felt like an outsider. Especially with Julia and Kayla shooting daggers at him with their eyes.

"Hello, Dr. YN YLN, nice to finally meet you. I'm Harry Styles." Harry introduced himself formally.

"Likewise, Mr. Styles." YN shook his hand but ended up in fit of giggles and went in to hug him tightly. "Oh my god, I can't believe this!"

"I know." He wrapped his own arms around hers, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you!" She squealed, "thanks for saying that!"

"Of course, darling." He pulled away to look at her beaming at him. He knew she was about to tell him something but someone called for photos. But at the end she came to him asking him to take her pictures on his iPhone.

Later he found out YN and her friends were skipping on partying lile crazy tonight, they had to go and start working their butts off for Kayla and Josh's wedding. YN being the maid of honour and Julia being the only brides maid, they both had many responsibilities.

Now Harry wanted to talk to about some things. He also wanted to ask her if she's feeling any better about this situation she's in. He could clearly see how much her father matters to her. And most importantly she still seemed mad at him this morning.

The party was getting intense and if he was being honest he missed going out to parties. Corporate parties loose all their glory after a certain period. But he was also enjoying seeing YN so happy, seeing how her friends were taking care of her despite being a bit tipsy at this point.

Well, the girls were drunk their arse off when he first found YN at one of his clubs with her friends, they wouldn't let go of her. He craved that kind of friendship!

But the place was becoming more crowded, though he didn't wanted to take YN away from the fun he kept an eye on her side. He saw YN carefully making her way towards him to where he was sat by the bar.

"Hey." He beamed at her. A glass of red wine in his hand which looks like it's untouched. That was his trick so no one asks to buy him a drink or try to flirt.

"Hey, can you please take me back to my place?" She asked, "I would stay but I'm very tired and I want to sleep."

"Let's go then, yeah?" He kept his glass on the counter and stood up buttoning his blazer, lead her to the back door.

"How do you know this way?" YN was confused.

"I just know." He shrugged. "You want to get anything before we drive to yours?"

"No, I'm good." She nodded.

Harry turned off music in his car as he saw her falling asleep there.

He had a nice day with her. But he was still not able to get out the feeling he has been feeling from yesterday. She haven't said a word about it to him, maybe she forgot?

He reached her flat way too quickly for his liking. He parked his car on the side of the road, contemplating if he should wake her up. She looks so peaceful whilst sleeping.

"Hey, YN?" He called for her softly which was enough to wake her up luckily, "we're here at your place."

"Oh, I'm sorry I fell asleep." She shook her head to wake herself up properly, "thank you for driving me back."

"Of course, darling." He smiled, "do you want me to help you with that?" But he still got out quickly and got her graduation gown, cap and her bag for her from the back seat. "Come on, I'll walk you upstairs."

"Sure." She shrugged.

Honestly, she was too tired to even walk herself up the stairs alone with that much stuff in her hands. She could use the help he was offering.

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"YN, can I have a minute with you before I go? Please?" Harry requested as he set down YN's stuff in her room.

"Mhmm." She nodded and sat down on her bed to take off her shoes. She had swelling in her feet even this early in the pregnancy.

"I want to talk about yesterday." He crouched on the floor in front of her to help her taking off her shoes, "I didn't mean to make you upset YN, I promise. I, I, I guess I've been so bad with protecting people my relationships in my life. I, I don't, I don't want anything to happen to the little one, or you. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you've become a good friend of mine. And I know food can be a bit of a sensitive subject for some, I'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway like that. I didn't mean to take the joke in a wrong way."

"Why would you say it like that?" She was confused. "I mean the relationships thing, or am I still not allowed to ask you questions?"

"Let's just say I'm too scared to let people in my life." He smiled sheepishly as he looked up at her through his lashes, "even though I manage to annoy you-- unintentionally!-- I'm sorry for that."

"It's just my hormones going all haywire. I'm very patient, I promise." She smiled at him, "and I get it now, so you don't have to apologise. In fact I am sorry, I overreacted yet again, and you have to put up with my shit."

"Yes, I have to apologise, but you don't." He said with a firm tone as he set her shoes aside. "Whilst I can't know what you're going through, the least I can do is try to understand. I just hope I'm good enough of the little one."

"You'll be an amazing dad to this kid, Harry, I'm sure of that." She assured him as if she can look into future and she sees him and this kid living the happiest life imaginable.

"I'm going to hang onto that." He nodded, he can have that hope with him.

He knows, he shouldn't be doubting himself now even though he's been ready for this for years. He isn't doubting about anything, but he's just nervous, that's all it is. He has everything he could, read every parenting book under the sun, talked his friends who are parents and even his own mother; who always told him that she can never be fully ready to be a parent. No matter how many books his reads or how many TedTalks videos he'd binged.

He's heard that some people don't feel that instant connection with their new born, he's afraid of all the what ifs? which comes along with it.

"Do you want to feel your baby, Harry?" She asked.

"You, you sure you'll, you'll be comfortable with it?" He was a little surprised to say the least.

"Yes, I am." She nodded.

Harry hesitantly placed his hand on her baby bump. He gasped, even though he couldn't feel the baby yet, he'd yearned for this moment for years. It hit him that the baby wasn't moving until he realised his thumb was rubbing circles on YN's stomach.

"Can, can you feel them move?" He panicked.

"Not yet, I read that babies start moving for about sixteen to eighteen weeks." She explained, "there's nothing to worry about."

"Okay." He sighed in relief, "I can't believe this." It was pretty evident he's happy that his eyes were tearing up quite a bit, tip of his nose turned a light shade of pink.

"Well it's happening." She tried not to laugh at his adorable reaction, "I'm so happy for you, Harry, and thank you for helping me."

"Don't have to mention that, darling," he gave her squinty eyed smile to keep his tears from escaping. "Thank you for letting me... you know, feel the baby bump."

"Your welcome." YN chuckled.

"Did that come out wrong?"

"No, you're very cute that's all." She shut her eyes for a moment as realisation set in.

"You think I'm cute?" He smirked cheekily.

"I meant to say annoying." She straightened her posture, failing to make the situation less awkward for herself.

"Hmmm, sure." Harry chuckled. Dimples denting deep in his cheeks as little crinkles become more prominent at the corners of his gorgeous eyes, his bunny teeth showing. He smiled truly from within in front of her. Maybe it was the first time. "You need me to get you anything before I leave?"

"Yeah, can you get me a bottle of water from kitchen, please?" She asked sheepishly.

"Sure." He stood up from his place on the floor.

He padded his way down to the kitchen and grabbed a reusable bottle of water for her from the fridge, it had her name on it, and many other reusable bottles with her and her friends' name on it. He closed the fridge door, just as he was about to leave he saw a picture of YN stuck on the door with a rose magnet. Along with three more pictures, but this one intrigued him more.

It was a picture taken with a disposable camera, a man who looked to be YN's dad. She looked to be about twelve to thirteen years old in her school uniform and her hair tied in two braids with red ribbons, a little six year old boy who looked exactly like her sat in her lap in his own school uniform, everyone smiling wide for the picture. Her dad was wearing the same jerkin she's got with her.

He wondered where her mum was.

He made his way back to her room after all, keeping his thoughts and questions to himself to not unintentionally make her upset with his curiosity. He placed the water bottle on the night stand.

"Oh my god!" He got scared when he felt something rubbing against his leg, it was a ginger cat. "You scared me." He scolded the cat as if she's going to give a fuck about what he says.

The feline jumped up on YN's bed and curled up into a ball, paws tucked under her chest as she fell fast asleep.

"You have a cat?" He asked once he saw YN come out of her bathroom in her PJs.

"Oh no she's not mine." YN smiled, "she's Noodle by the way, Kayla's fur baby. She likes to stay with me."

"I've never seen her." He was so fascinated by the cat.

"She's a senior cat, she's likes to stay in Kayla's room. Noodle is a smart cat, she knows when I'm getting ready I'll be heading out so she's in her mother's room." YN explained. "She probably came in here noticing that I'm here. I don't go anywhere much so we became good friends."

"I never knew I had a competition!" He chuckled.

"Unlike you, she doesn't piss me off. Especially when I'm all hormonal." She scoffed jokingly, rolling her eyes.2

"Did you just rolled your eyes at me?" He looked genuinely surprised and mildly offended.

And she did it again!

"Did you eat my chocolate cake or something, took you long enough to get a bottle of water?" She asked sitting down on her bed.

"There was a chocolate cake?" He acted as if he was going to go devour it in that moment.

"Don't you dare!" She warned him earning a few laughs.

"Your picture caught my eye. On the fridge." He shared.

"Mhmm." She nodded taking a sip from her water. He took a seat next to her when she said nothing else, being careful of the cat of course!

"Do you mind me asking what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked, hesitant and mildly scared.

"I have to teach a crowd of teenagers tomorrow, like everyday." She shrugged.

"No, I meant after." He corrected himself quickly, "I should have worded that right."

"After I'll be going out with Kayla for her wedding dress shopping, and after that... I have nothing to do, why?"

"Do you maybe want to come over to mine?" He tried to be subtle, "I, I, I'll have my god daughter over as her parents will be going out. She, uhhhh, she can be handful some times."

"You baby sit too?" She was intrigued, but she's also pulling his leg.

"I'm her god father so I have some responsibilities." He shrugged, "but I could use some help."

"Hmm, sure." She nodded.

"Okay, I'll ask Lizzie to make something for you too for dinner." He tried his best to hide his excitement there. "I think I should leave now."

"I'll walk you to the door." She offered.

"You don't have to, I'll see myself out."

"I have to feed the cat and lock the door. Those bastards aren't coming home tonight, I know that." YN explained as she followed him out, almost bumped into him when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"You'll be alone all night?" He turned around.

"I'll be fine."

"YN, I can't--" he sighed, "I don't want to leave you alone this time."

"I'll be fine. I promise." She assured him.

He didn't wanted to force her but he also didn't wanted to leave her alone. After what happened that night, he doesn't want to leave her alone. It is going to bug him all night now.

He bid his byes with her for the night, before he was headed back to his place.

It was nearly two in the morning and he couldn't sleep. Even after drinking two cups of sleep tea. He almost picked up his phone to call and check in on her but soon realised she must have falled asleep. He doesn't want to disturb her.

She'll call him if she needs anything. She did last time.

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Defending a girl in the wrong does not make you a girl's girl.

So recently I was reading the goodread's reviews for 'God of Pain' by Rina Kent.(I have already read the series,was trying to find relatable reviews.Found them.Thank Tchaikovsky😂)Anyways,so there was a review post that said that none of Rina Kent girls are girl's girls(neither the parents nor their kids).I agree.I hated the part when Cecily lacks assertiveness against Jeremy when he hurts Ava who is her best friend (Ava may call all her friends besties but she and Cecily are BEST FRIENDS.Both of them have emphasized upon the fact in their books. So this hurts more especially knowing that Cecily is said to be the protective mother hen of the group).There and are several other examples but that's not the issue I wanna talk about here.

So the post stated that none of the girls are girl's girls based on the scene where Ava slaps Annika in gop for shooting Creighton.FYI I don't think Annika shooting Creighton was her fault because he gave her no other choice( found all the bad Soap Opera shit hilarious btw😂😂😂).It's hurts to suddenly go through so much and lose your friend group too but that's reality guys(there would be much worse than a slap in real life), it's totally right for Ava to be angry at Annika and for the group to cut her off because Creighton is their CHILDHOOD friend.They met Annika MONTHS ago.Btw another part that I hate is that Cecily lacks the assertiveness and spine to defend her views and friends as she just stood there while Ava strongly defended her friend. (Liked her in the last chapter of gow and her care for the group.Loved the crumbs of her caring nature too, especially when she gives instructions to glyn about taking care of drunk Ava in gowrath).Okayyyy now reaching the actual point of this rant:

Reading that post made me think about the title of this post.Ava being protective over HER FRIEND (Creighton) against Annika does not mean she is not a girl's girl. The phrasing of the post made me feel that if two of my friends (a male and a female) were in a conflict, and I end up siding with the guy then I won't be a girl's girl. This mindset is wrong.

Being a girl's girl is a positive attribute when you be one in the right situation.Women supporting women does not mean one has to neglect their own thoughts and blindly support the other simply because they are a woman.One's gender should not define the right and the wrong.The degree of wrong in a situation must not vary with gender.

Women supporting women is beautiful but I think human supporting another human while not disregarding their personal beliefs is the BEST✨

[gemini-care-barr]

On the topic of Hal Jordan being maybe a bit better than anyone gives him credit for…

[I’m kidding ofc, we all know he’s a great guy, but bear with me for the sake of this post hahaha]

⚠️ Spoilers for Green Lantern #5 ⚠️

I get it, y’all, I really do. Hal can be pushy when it comes to love. And pretty undeserving of the love he pushes for because I mean how good is a guy that keeps professing his love to the same girl only to ditch her for long and unspecified stretches of time. Like of course, Carol keeps moving on, Hal, there’s absolutely no reason why she should wait around for some guy that loves her, but still leaves her! But hear me out…

Maybe Hal being pushy doesn’t actually change the fact that he’s a good guy. Maybe his pushiness is sincere. And maybe, just maybe, he’s a big enough person to set the whole “all is fair in love and war” thing aside to do what’s right and that’s what makes him so dang hard to resist.

So, this all stems from the latest issue of Green Lantern by Jeremy Adams and Xermánico which features Hal setting out to put a stop to Sinestro’s reign of terror across the earth. Hal’s first stop is Ferris Air as Sinestro has taken over all their unmanned drones to enact his plan. Carol catches Hal up on the situation and as he’s leaving to do his superheroics Carol hands him some nifty new communicators designed by her new fiance, Nate, y’know, the guy that Hal has been at one-sided odds with since the first issue of this new run. Hal, predictably, makes a snide little Hal-comment about Nate being smart and Carol, predictably, gives him no rope when she shortly replies that he’s “very” smart. I’ll always love these terse little exchanges between them.

Hal later runs into the problem of the last two drones being too far away from each other, and too close to their intended targets, for him to reach them in time. This leads to him coming up with the idea of putting his piloting skills, and indomitable will, to the test by simultaneously sending two constructs in opposite directions to catch the last two drones. Carol puts Nate on the line, and this is where my admiration for Hal, and Adams as a writer, grows considerably, as rather than getting another typical Hal remark we get a man on a mission.

Hal doesn’t care who’s guiding him in, he doesn’t care that he’s lost the love of his life (for no reason other than his own hubris) and that the one who has earned her love is now talking to him one-on-one. Rather than taking the easy drama route of giving Hal yet another opportunity to undercut his latest rival, Adams instead opts for the much more in-character route of having Hal just be the hero that he is. Hal’s only care is that there are people in trouble and Nate is the only person who can help him. And man, do they make a great team.

And this is a fact that neither gets nor needs any particular highlighting from the story itself. No remarks about Nate being the one to guide Hal in are made. Nothing is said about how well Hal followed directions from his rival-in-love. And that’s kinda my favorite part of all of this, the conclusion that I’ve come to, that Hal is not in the least bit petty and is a wholly honorable person, is not a conclusion that the story busies itself with proving. It just is. Hal just is a hero. He just is a good guy. He just does the right thing because that’s the right thing to do and, man, does that make it hard to say no to him.

[goddesspharo]

Ok so this isn’t really a question but I was thinking about possible plots for the third movie that have maximum phoenix and hangman (obviously) and I cannot shake the idea of a reunion of the daggers for some sort of secret mission

Now I know absolutely nothing about the navy but hear me out, the gang is called back in (hangman, rooster, payback, fanboy etc) after a plane went down in enemy territory and at the mission brief, it’s revealed, dun dun da da…. It was phoenix and Bob and there’s reason to believe they’re still out there

I have no idea if you’re open to prompt ideas so feel free to tell me to f all the way off but since they’ll probably never do something like that for the actual third movie, I figure the next best thing is the best fic rider for the ship

I’m sensing major opportunity for some Jake and Bradley begrudging partnership and fun dynamics all around

Thoughts?

Ooh, this kind of sounds like Stealth but not shitty. (Does anyone remember how they recut the trailers for that movie to heavily feature Jamie Foxx as soon as he won the Oscar despite him being in it for like 15 minutes? Lol)

I take all of the "we've got a timeline for Top Gun 3, etc etc" talk with a grain of salt because it took them like 30+ years to make the sequel -- everyone else might be all about franchises but I know Tom Cruise isn't going to churn out a legacy movie just to churn it out without a decent script or someone promising him that he can fly a plane inverted in space. As much as I love TGM, I don't see where they'd realistically go with a third movie (nor do I necessarily need them to? End on a high note I say). In the same way that Ethan Hunt is still very much front and center of the MI franchise much to Jeremy Renner's chagrin when he thought they'd hand it over to him, I don't see them ever shifting the focus off Mav who will be pushing 70 at that point (it's okay for Tom Cruise, but I don't think the navy is letting That Old Man do All That Shit).

Thank you for your faith in my ability to write a backdoor sequel, but to be honest it was tough work to write action scenes when I was writing against the grain of dystopic claims so I might not be the one to write about a rescue mission that doesn't involve everyone just threatening to kill each other because they read the map wrong and are now going around in circles in the jungle. I also harbor a secret belief that if Phoenix and Bob ever went down and they needed to launch a second mission to save them, by the time our himbos got there, Phoenix would already have saved them both and they'd be sipping Mai Tais poolside at the closest Club Med. Extreme "I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this" energy. If anything, she'd have to cut her vacation short to save the daggers who were supposed to be saving her.

But there is a sort of big damn hero moment coming up in can't fake what you can't break up with so hopefully that scratches the itch! (As an aside: to that anon who asked me last week about this fic, you kickstarted me working on that again with that ask. Of course now it's like 17k and I still haven't written that part that was holding me up, but the parts I did write make it flow better so thanks for getting the creative juices flowing! Turns out asking fic writers about their WIPs prompts them to write more stuff, go figure!)

[alicewhimzy]

My Dad and I like to talk about a lot of stuff. One of the things he's been fascinated by is media transmutability and using existing media to make new things. One example he mentioned is "This Spartan Life", a talk show done in the first person shooter Halo 2. This reminded me of the many many animations that many many creators have made over the years out of a game I've liked for a while and unfortunately have only recently been able to start playing; Team Fortress 2. One film in particular stuck out in my mind. I brought it up, we discussed it and after a while he agreed to watch it with me. That was a week or so ago.

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Last night I watched Emesis Blue with my Dad. He was a bit surprised at how little dialogue there was but overall we both really liked it. The stylized design of the nine mercs and the other models works in this film's favor, giving the film a sense of identity that a more conventional live action film wouldn't have. It reminded my dad of the comic Sin City. It is a story with quite a lot of violence, which I think is to be expected considering what it's based on, but even then, it's not gratuitous, not much you wouldn't see in the game proper. It's in support of the plot, and even if there's not as much dialogue as other films, the visual storytelling makes up for it. Also the references to other horror works such as the shining are a nice touch.

One element I like in particular is the fact that the film misleads us so well. At first it seems to be a standard noir outing, especially regarding the storyline of Jacques and Columbo. There's a short fight and a mcguffin in a briefcase is introduced. But once we reach Conagher Slaughterhouse, there's an uncanny eerieness that quickly comes over the audience and never really leaves. We have no way of knowing how much of what we see is real or not, and neither do the characters involved, and nowhere is this doubt in reality shown more prevalently and brilliantly than in Dr. Fritz Ludwig.

Of all the stories told about the tf2 Medic I think this is the greatest I've ever seen. In game, Medic is famous, or infamous, depending on perspective, for being not quite all there in the sanity department. The kind of person who will brag about stealing someone's skeleton. The kind of person who can and has performed soul-transplantation multiple times. The kind of person who will casually mention implanting someone with a fully functioning baboon uterus pregnant with triplets, only a slight exaggeration. He's crazy, he knows it and we love him for it. In Emesis Blue however, this component of the Medic's character, the concept of being mentally unwell, is shown with care and nuance. He is never referred to by his class, but instead has the full name, Dr. Fritz Ludwig. This well-meaning but unstable man is put on a downward track from the moment we first see him, by forces he can neither understand nor control. He blames himself for Jeremy's kidnapping and later death, and wants to find a way to save or at least avenge him or redeem himself. But once he does so and the brothers are dead, his hope is only to survive. Every time he must fight for his life it deeply affects him as he is faced with unbelievable hallucinations. Is it some twisted effect the malfunctioning respawn machine is having on the world around it, or is it his own sanity slowly abandoning him. We see other characters hallucinating, but him? He has no idea. Fritz is constantly fighting a losing war with his own troubled mind, and the situation he's stuck in and trying so hard to get out of is only making it worse, as he gets closer and closer to what the enigmatic undertaker in black has already become. An unstoppable undying force of violence. Not even the others are safe from this, as Jeremy, Stalingrad, Mundy and Jacques clearly show.

Oddly enough however, the film ends on a somewhat bittersweet, if not uplifting note. The two timing schemer Archibald is dead, so is that asshole Jacques, and with no one else to run the company and its involvement in the gravel war coming to light, it's clear that it's going to crash and burn. Good riddance. Mr. Doe survives and makes it out of the funeral alive, secure in the knowledge that many, if not all crimes against him and the other mercs will finally come to light. Fritz is the last one holding the briefcase and even gets to finally reconcile with Jeremy at Dell's bar in the afterlife, even if he respawns one last time soon after. But by far the greatest thing about this film, and the thing that made up for the minimal dialogue for my dad, is the atmosphere.

The atmosphere is nothing short of mesmerizing, there's very little music, only just enough to supplement the tone in a few scenes. All other times the ambient sounds of the environment are all the scene needs to establish how creepy, surreal or hopeless the tone of a scene is. The nigh-omnipresent contrast of red and blue throughout this film, directly calling back to the opposing teams and their perpetual pointless war, is employed to masterful effect, whether to indicate a turning point in a scene, or to illustrate how conflicted a character is. It's simple, maybe even a bit obvious, but it's great nonetheless.

More than anything, watching this film feels like descending into madness in a way that I personally haven't seen an animated film do before now. The feeling that you have while watching Emesis Blue is like swallowing a hungry parasite, and I mean that in the best possible way. It comes upon you slowly but surely, you almost don't perceive it, and by the time you do, it's already got its fangs into you. It nestles deep inside your brain and squirms there long after the credits have run, so that hours later, awake in your bed, you're still thinking about it. Visceral. Terrifying. Beautiful.

Emesis Blue is a modern work of art. My dad thought it was a bit lacking in the script department, but I loved it. If you like your horror with existentialism, surrealism and lots of guns, then I recommend you check it out. It's available on YouTube and I only hope that Fortress Films projects will continue to entertain us in the future. Until next time, how long have I been waiting to do this one?

~A.W.

[jtl-fics]

i just want you to know that I've started watching The Fantastic Race (I'd never heard of it before) and i too cannot stop imagining Andreil in it.. but also a Foxes/Exy only edition.

like, one is Foxes only, 10 teams, either with some of the freshmen, or while Seth is still alive/in an AU where he survives.

one is Andreil against other Americans where they dominate everything

and one is Andreil, Kevin/jeremy, riko/jean, and some other teams from other American Exy teams

i will eat this thing upppp!! please write it, i beg of you lmao

I do love me some Amazing Race. I think I could give you a Miracle Year of Collegiate Exy version of the Amazing Race.

I think maybe after their initial run through and victory Neil and Andrew are like absolute fan favorites and even though Neil, Andrew, nor the show ever say it there is a general belief that Neil and Andrew got together BECAUSE of the show. Any follow-up publicity on it has Neil and Andrew just staring at the camera like "Are u for fucking real?"

The thing with these shows is that fan favorites get asked to go back ALL the time and Neil gets a lot of very lucrative sponsorships that make the Moriyamas VERY happy after it.

They offer the same deal, a cut on the % that they will take from earnings and this time it's just for competing and this time it's a deal given to. They want the Miracle Generation of the Foxes to come and if every one does then Ichirou will lower Neil, Jean, and Kevin's %s owed to 50% (Maybe the deals are that good, maybe Ichirou is a big fan of the show, maybe he has a finger in it's production. This is mostly just like rationale on why the fuck they'd all do this. Especially Neil and Andrew since like Andrew had a bad time on those planes).

Either way not a single Fox disagrees. Arrangements are made for everyone's kids / pets. Shit is talked.

The Miracle Generation Race is ON.

The Teams are As Follows:

(Fox) Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard (Orange) (Dating)

(Fox) Kevin Day & David Wymack (Green) (Father-Son)

(Fox) Dan Wilds-Boyd & Matt Wilds-Boyd (Yellow) (Married)

(Fox) Allison Reynolds & Renee Johnson (Pink) (BFFs)

(Fox) Aaron Minyard & Katelyn Minyard (Blue) (Engaged)

(Fox) Nicky Klose & Erik Klose (Purple) (Married)

(Trojan) Jean Moreau & Jeremy Knox (Red) (Dating)

(Raven) Johnson & Reacher (Black) (Friends)

(Trojan) Alvarez & Laila (White) (Dating)

(Raven) Thea Muldani & Jenkins (Teal) (Friends)

(Penn) Penn State Coach & Penn State Captain (Grey) (Friends? IDK I ran out of people to be honest and thought well maybe we just have some throwaway team to lose first)

One of the funnier things I could do with that is that this Miracle season is also fan favorite season too and they want the cast to come back but no one can be with their same partner again. So you get shit like Neil and Jean, Jeremy and Andrew, Allison and Kevin, Renee and Aaron, Wymack and Nicky, etc.

[sharting-constantly]

Yo Mad Woman by Taylor swift being about Chloe in the be more chill fandom is hitting different 🤘

“And you’ll poke that bear till her claws come out and you’ll find something to wrap your noose around.”

being about the fandom needing to find someone to bully and instead of maybe idk, the Squip, they choose the most morally ambiguous female character, make her out to be the most horrible person then make her the biggest evil of the musical is crazy bro.

“Now I breathe flames each time I talk, my canons all firing at your yacht.”

being about the fandom writing her as someone who can only be a villain and a horrible person who ruins the lives of everyone around her!

“It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.”

being about how the one thing that almost all of the fandom can just nonchalantly agree on is that Chloe is the scum of the earth despite every character being flawed.

“‘Cause you took everything from me.”

Everything that makes Chloe a complex character getting thrown away by the fandom.

“Watchin’ you climb, watchin’ you climb, over people like me.”

being about how EVERY female character in the musical gets overlooked but also about how every female character similar to Chloe in any form of media is always hated.

“The master of spin has a couple side flings, good wives always know.”

Love Jake but apparently he’s allowed to be a dick to Christine and go back to Chloe with no repercussions.

“She should be mad, should be scathing like me but no one likes a mad woman.”

being about how Christine SHOULD BE just as pissed off as Chloe would be to Jake and Jeremy for fucking her over but neither the fandom nor the writers like that kind of character so instead she just forgives them, not holding any kind of grudge. Chloe does that and gets shat on.

“What a shame she went mad. You made her like that.”

[freetobeeyouandme]

secret snowflake here :)

yet another seemingly random question:

if our main trojans were to play dnd, what classes would they main?

OR

what classes do you think they are 👀

(i promise there’s somewhat of a method to my madness)

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I'm very, very excited to see what that method will be asdfg.

This is a very fun question tho. I love dnd and i love thinking about what characters I love playing dnd/living in a dnd world would be like. So a lot of ramble-y thoughts ahead

Jeremy - I feel like he's the easiest one to categorize because he is and would play a Paladin. It feels kind of obvious but it makes the most sense to me. It's a tank-y kinda class, offering some pretty hefty damage options while also coming with some support features + I think the noble knight type is something Jer would go for and be if he was in the dnd world. Specifically Oath of Devotion I think (although Glory might also be a good fit...but I think he'd value friendship more than heroism)(The alternative answer would be Bard, methinks, but only for play. If we're talking be then it's Paladin all the way)

Cat - I'm not a 100% sure with her but thinking about her interest in motorcycles I thought of Artificer (edit: looking up some stuff I found out she's majoring in Comp Sci and also reupholstered the living room couch so like. further points towards Artificer?) and then the anger issues she talked about in regards to video games made me think of Barbarian. She also seems to be fond of flowers/nature tho (tattoos and the daffodil she sprayed on the fence) so maybe one of the more nature-y classes is also possible. I think when playing DnD she might go for something that does a lot of damage since she at the very least likes violent video games. I can also see her play most other classes though and I think she'd be the one to make a really intricate build and come up with a detailed backstory and stuff? Maybe? But I think if I had to make a choice I would say be: Artificer, play: Barbarian?

Laila - She's the most difficult because I feel like we don't know all that much about her? At least I can't think of any interests of hers right now, nor much of a characterization? So it's a little hard. I feel like she's more calm and reserved and very altruistic + being a goalkeeper i think her's would be a very defensive and supportive class. I think I can see her most as a Druid or a Cleric but I'm honestly not sure whether I'd see her more in touch with nature or religion. Another thought I had was that if we talk about playing DnD someone has to run the game, and I feel like she's the prime suspect for DM? I feel like Cat would be more interested in playing and so would Jer (although Jer would be my 2nd choice as DM), and Jean doesn't know enough about the game so for Laila I guess I'd go with be: Druid/Cleric; play: DM?

Jean - I think Jean is also a little difficult but moreso because he imo has very little idea of the game. I think maybe the first time they play the others make a Fighter character for him because that's pretty straightforward, especially on lower levels, but what he'd pick himself I'm not sure. I feel like he'd try to round out the party a little (no matter how much the others encourage him to play around and do what he wants) so between the Paladin and the Barbarian that I just assigned he'd probably try something ranged and/or spellcaster, but then again go for something simple? I think Jer would try to convince him to be a Ranger because animal companions and this is how Jer could cheat getting a fictional dog in game and maybe during one campaign Jean does do that. But otherwise I'd say either Wizard (There's certain spells you can cast and all the extra stuff is not that complicated) or a Walock (don't even have to worry about different spell levels with this one, but incantations might seems complicated). Another option I see is him just staying with Fighter and refusing to branch out.

And then who Jean would be is also a little difficult because I feel like it kinda depends on the context of like the larger story and other characters because a lot of who Jean is has been shaped by Riko? Like one thought that I'd had previous to this ask was of like a fantasy AU where Riko would be a mage and use Jean kind of as a human shield, this Barbarian whose rages he could control and send him forward into battle while he stayed behind and spell sniped from a distance. But now thinking about it again I feel like with the whole mafia family thing something like Sorcerer would probably work better? Like maybe Riko is still influencing the spells and the way he uses those spells (area effects and support type spells that give Riko an advantage without letting Jean take the glory) but Jean's family is magic and that innate magical talent is what attracts the Moriyamas in the first place (Side Note: the perfect court would either be all Sorcerers in this case, I think, or Riko and Kevin are Wizards and Riko is sooo jealous that a) Kevin is better at magic than him and b) that Jean is naturally magical and doesn't have to study). So that's what I think I would go with: Be: Sorcerer, play: actually the more I think about it it's either Fighter or Ranger just because I feel like any type of spellcaster would be too fancy in Jean's eyes (espcially at first). I kinda wanna go with Ranger because it's the middle ground between wanting to round out the party and playing something relatively simple? And maybe Hunter or Monster Slayer as a subclass, driving Jer mad by NOT picking Beastmaster

...actually now thinking about it a good party combination could also be Bard!Jer, Barbarian!Cat, Ranger!Jean with Laila DMing? I think how it goes is like: First (mini) campaign to get Jean into the game Jer is a Paladin, Jean the Fighter that the others made for him and Cat either decides to be a spellcaster so they have one or goes the Rogue route. Then next time they try to round the party out more so it's Jer as a Bard, Jean as a Ranger and Cat as a Barbarian and then maybe some time in the future Jean will play a spellcaster and allow his character to be a little flashy <3 (and Jer will play a Beastmaster Ranger so he can have a dog. Trust)

Also please feel free to disregard anything I just said. There were a lot of thoughts here and if anything inspired you to come to a different conclusion than the ones I've come to please go with those instead. I'm not fully sure on any of this and I think it also all depends on the context so like...yeah those are the options I see lol

[theclydesdalepegasus149]

Hi! ¿What do you know about Zak Storm Season 2?

Zak Storm Season 2 was announced to be greenlighted during the Miraculous Ladybug panel at SDCC 2017. The first script of the season was also completed as revealed on Jeremy Zag's Instagram on June 6, 2019, implying that it's in pre-production. However, there's still no news about it after all these years, so the production status is currently unknown. We don't know if ZAG and Man of Action are still planning to do Season 2 or if the production hasn't even begun yet.

Production of a new TV show and/or a TV season takes time and it usually takes between 2-3 years before the final product is finished and makes its premiere. I'm not talking about the announcement of the existence of a project or when a project is greenlit. But rather when there's an announcement that the production of a project begins and the crew starts working on it. Start animating, recording the voices, etc.

Power Players Season 1 began production in 2017 and premiered in 2019. Ghostforce Season 1 began production in 2018, but because of covid slowing everything down in 2020 which was rumored to be the original year of release, it premiered in 2021. Ghostforce Season 2 has begun production in 2022, so it's likely, based on the production length I mentioned earlier, that that show's season would premiere in 2024. Though, I wonder if Power Players Season 2 has begun production yet...

The same production length occurred for the seasons of Miraculous too. Think about it. Do you ever wonder why it takes too long for Miraculous Season 2? That's because of the production length gap. Miraculous Season 2 (and Season 3 at the same time) began production literally two months after "Volpina" aired in France in early-to-mid 2016. This resulted in us waiting until late 2017 for the official premiere of Season 2 (not counting the Christmas episode in 2016 since production for that episode is rushed in time for the holiday) and Season 3 premiered literally a month after the Season 2 finale in late 2018. The crew used this exact method again for Miraculous Seasons 4 and 5. Both seasons began production at the same time in late 2019, but again, because of covid, Season 4 premiered in early 2021, while Season 5 premiered literally three months after the Season 4 finale in mid-2022.

With all that in mind, this logically means that the production of Zak Storm Season 2 would have been finished in either 2021 or 2022 if the first script was finished all the way back in 2019. However, something must have happened behind-the-scenes that caused the production of the season to not even started, and it is instead stuck in pre-production which is the planning process of the season. There haven't been any announcements about Zak Storm Season 2 on Jeremy Zag's Instagram ever since 2019. The only time he posted anything about Zak Storm was in 2021 to promote Season 1 on Netflix... after it was removed in the USA. But there haven't been any posts featuring the show or its characters since then. Man of Action, the studio that co-produced both Zak Storm and Power Players, hasn't announced anything either. Not to mention, and this is important, the scripts must have not been finished yet. Neither Dubbing Brothers nor Ezra Weisz (the voice director for both Zak Storm and Miraculous Ladybug) has announced that they received the scripts for Season 2 to dub in English, which means the remaining episodes of Season 2 haven't even been written either.

Both ZAG and Man of Action are busy with one or two projects at a time to focus on Zak Storm. Man of Action is currently prioritizing Sonic Prime for Netflix and I think they are working on Season 3 for that show, so it's unlikely that the crew would have any time to do another season of Zak Storm. ZAG does a similar thing, not counting the seasons of Miraculous. 2019 gave us Power Players Season 1. 2020 gave us Miraculous New York special. 2021 gave us Ghostforce Season 1 and Miraculous Shanghai special. And 2023 gave us the Miraculous movie, though production for the movie lasted from 2019 to 2023 so it's understandable because of covid and stuff.

Anyway, it's likely Zak Storm Season 2 has been stuck in pre-production for all these years. This really sucks since the series is still stuck on a cliffhanger after the Season 1 finale back in 2018. At this point, I don't know if I want to wait any longer until both ZAG and Man of Action revisit the project and announce when the crew will begin production of the season. If the season hasn't begun production as soon as possible, then it would likely be premiered in either the mid-to-late 2020s or never.

TL;DR: Zak Storm Season 2 still hasn't begun production yet and it is likely instead stuck in pre-production/the planning process. As a result, we don't know when it would ever premiere due to both ZAG and Man of Action prioritizing other projects and it's uncertain if they would ever revisit Zak Storm again.

[lostonehero]

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."