Angelus → Gray Fullbuster

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"A-Again?" She asked stuttering, trying to clear the words that came out from the little girl's mouth.

"You'll gonna make a baby for me!" She answered happily, jumping up and down on top of the piling pillows.

"Make a—"

"That's not gonna happen Wendy." Gray cut (Y/n) out, slightly glancing at her with a smirk.

"Why?" Wendy pouted slightly.

"Because we can't just make a baby right now—we need a bed—" and as quick as lightning a throw pillow was smacked over Gray's face,straight.

Due to the impact he laid there flat on the floor. While (Y/n) was now exhaling fire with a tick mark on her forehead.

"That's X-Rated you moron!" She pinched the tip of his ears and twisted it like it's a steering wheel.

(Y/n) kick Gray once more in the groin and composed herself, brushing the invisible dirt on her clothes.

She spun around with the sweetest smile she have and gave Wendy a slight pinch on the cheeks, "No babies, darling."

Wendy gave them her famous pout but later on nod her cute little head, "Okeyyy."

They began playing a game called, "House of Wendy's" which Wendy made up awhile ago. She's now the mom and not the little sister, constantly telling Gray and (Y/n) what to do.

"My dear son would you please fetch me a bottle of milk." She ordered dramatically, closing her eyes in a manner that made (Y/n) stifle a giggle.

"Why would I?" Gray hissed and rolled his eyes.

"Because I said so, go now servant!"

Gray looked at Wendy with the what the hell look, "First I'm your son now I'm your servant?" He asked with pure disbelief.

Wendy gestured her hand dismissively and said, "Wendy's rule." And shook her head.

"Fine." Gray whimpered and pouted like a child he is.

And then the game continued. . .

Hours passed and all they did was have a tea party.

Gray's the bunny, (Y/n) is the "supposedly" mermaid who survived from oil spill and Wendy is the cute princess who held the "tea" party.

"Excuse me for awhile my friend I need to go to the bathroom." Wendy declared and stood with poise, slowly drinking her last drop of "tea" which is really empty.

"That girl is a descendant of Lucifer." He hissed and started blubbering.

"Hey! She's a sweet girl!" (Y/n) slapped his cheeks softly making him groan once again.

He scratched his cheeks and turned to face (Y/n). "Your brutality is passing the very edge of my patience."

"Edge or not you're still a douchebag." She hissed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Gray couldn't help but smirk, She's fiery alright.

"A handsome douchebag to say the least." He answered and winked at her.

They're sitting on the small table which they just made from scratch, don't even ask how they did it.

"Handsome your face—" Well he's handsome all right but his ego just pissed her off to the freaking bones.

They stared daggers at each other, you can even see a thin velocity on their intense glare.

"You know you're really—" before Gray can even finish, (Y/n) cut him off.