Bendy and the ink machine one shots and headcannons

Her power over him

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It's fuckin cute
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It was weird. To say the least. Recently, the people of the studio had found out that it wasn't just the violins music that turns Thomas from cold and collected to mellow and calm. It was the woman behind it in general. She was a gorgeous woman, her ginger hair that fell in delicate ringlets around her pale, freckled face. Her mesmerizing emerald eyes, and her silky sweet voice. She truly did have the power to take what she wanted. But with Thomas, it was a whole other story.

There was one day, Thomas had had an extremely long and stressful day, accompanied by a sleepless night before. He was tired, stressed, and grumpy. He was angrily tightening some screws to a pipe that Wally had left unattended, when there was a humming that came from down the hallway. Lizzie was cleaning her violin, like usual, but Thomas didn't know that. In his state, he had thought that an angel had come to take him to a safer place. He tightened the pipe, and went in search of the voice.

He found Lizzie in a spare sleeping room, sat on a chair, gently running her hands over her violin, humming a soft tune. Thomas yawned, catching the woman's attention. She stood from her seat, a shimmering smile on her red painted lips. Her smile made Thomas's whole existence seem lighter. He didn't have any words, he just stared at the mesmerizing enchantress before him. He stared deep into her sweet green eyes, unable to tear his gaze away. He could see something glimmer within the beautiful sea of teals and glistening forests that made up her own gaze. Lizzie hummed, her whole face melting into a soft and warm expression. She set her instrument down, and took the mans hand, warping him back from his daze. He blinked a few times, looking down at his hand in hers, a small blush spreading across his scruffy face. Lizzie's voice broke through the silence that had grown between the two. "You seem lost. Do you need me to pull you from the sun, before your wings melt?" She spoke softly. Her words had hit him like a freight train, but they didn't hurt. They sent him into a flurry of soft and warm feelings, and soft stutters, which made the ginger woman giggle.

"Come, tommy, you look tired" she spoke again, lightly pulling the man into the room. He dare not hesitate. It was as if she'd put a spell, or hex on him. A wonderful curse. Lizzie led him to the large king sized bed that lay in the room, and laid him down, unhooking his tool belt from around his waist, and removing his shoes. She sat them on the nightstand next to the bed, and sat down on the bed, lightly tucking the man in. "There we go, nice and comfortable. Wouldn't want our dreams to wonder away now, would we?" She spoke, kissing the mans forehead softly, making Thomas melt into the bed "no, we wouldn't" she finished, watching as Thomas's eyes drooped closed. She smiled lovingly. "Rest your head, it's time for bed, and in the morning you may wake, for in the morning, we'll be wed" She hummed, before going back to her violin, and resting it on her chin, ready to play. "What a quaint lullaby"