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chapter | three

ARC O1 | 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

"babysitting was never part of the deal

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"babysitting was never part of the deal."

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"OH HEAVENS ABOVE," You rubbed your side, "That shit hurted more than getting slapped by my cousin. Ow! The hell..."

"I'd say you have such a vulgar vocabulary miss." He flatly said, lying still on the floor as he had probably seen his life flash in his eyes.

"Then again, why don't you just use I don't know... magic?"

"I'm afraid I can't."

"Why?"

He stayed silent, "Perhaps it is from the contract you formed with me?"

You furrowed your brows, looking at him.

He gave you an impish grin.

You turned back to the ceiling, letting out a defeated sigh. "I'm sending you back."

"Hm... What a way to say I'm not of use." He joked. Sitting up to find the two kids throwing their bodies on him. Sniffling as they said something along the lines of 'not wanting their father to die'. He laughed softly, pulling them closer.

The other boy just stood awkwardly by the corner, however, his attention eventually got caught by your television.

You peered at them, thinning your lips before standing up. You felt his gaze following your figure, the fae took a tumble from the two extra weight but he stood up along with you.

"I'm just... Going to go to the kitchen."

His eyes sparkled, "I see... Are you perhaps wanting to prepare for dinner? I can offer you my service."

The temperature in the room dropped as the trio he brought had a terrified aura radiating off them.

"Uh..." You glanced at him, then back at the kitchen. "No thanks."

You scurried away from the quartet staying in your living room. This day was chaotic. Very chaotic. Dealing with one fae is already a handful, and three... You shook your head vehemently, you should stop complaining about the same thing.

Biting your lip, you recalled what you have to do in order to send them back. Fishing out a notebook from your kitchen counter, you grabbed a pen and started to scribble the recipe down.

Wisteria extract, ivy leaves... And what the hell is this?

A true love's tears?

You deadpanned. Is this some sort of fairy tale?

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