Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 28: A Good Change

Fidds appeared at the door a few hours later with his things. Will was busy cleaning from breakfast, and didn't hear him. When the bell rang a second time, Ford came out his study to go answer it.

"Fidds!? Um, I didn't know you where coming..." Ford said in a fluster, opening the door more to let him in.

"William invited me" Fidds replied, giving him a smile and a kiss on his cheek. Ford looked well rested, which wasn't a shock. His boyfriend had been complaining for days how Will was making him sleep. "You look better, all that sleep is doing you some good" he added.

Ford grumbled.

Will peeked around the door and into the hallway, waving at them with purple fingers. He had soap bubbles on his cheek. "Hi Fiddlesticks!"

Fidds ignored the nickname and tilted his head in wonder at Will's hand, "Happy late morning to you, Will, what's with your fingers?"

"Evolution, my dear Fidds!" Will said in an english accent. He held up his hands to show that the purple had spread.

Ford pulled out a notebook from his back pocket "It's happening already?" he asked, pen poised. Will nodded and Ford began scribbling away.

Fidds chuckled. "Don't get too lost in nerd mode, Stanford."

Ford scoffed.

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Lunch was a quiet affair, well mostly. The clinking of cutlery and the scribbling of Ford's pen as he monitored Will's evolution process were the most noticeable tones. The man looking up every few seconds, muttering under his breath as he calculated the exact rate and speed of the purple spreading across Will's skin, and ignoring the food in front of him.

Will grinned and put down his fork, "Master?"

"Yes, Will?"

"Can we make a deal?"

Ford looked up from his writing and frowned. "What kind of deal?"

"Demon one,"

Fidds smirked. He knew exactly what Will was trying to do.

"Go on," Ford replied.

"I'll give you five of my feathers. Once my wings come through, but only if you wear those portal boots that Fidds love so much for the rest of the day."

Mabel laughed and Fidds grinned, nudging Ford's arm "Go on, do it"

Ford glared, "What!? That's not fair! Those feathers are so rare! Come on?! You can't be serious!?" he argued.

Bill trailed into the dining room "Boots?" he questioned. Will waved a hand at him to silence him, "I'm very serious, heck I'll even let you pluck them out yourself."

Ford considered it, coming to the conclusion that the demon was a sneaky bitch and knew he wouldn't be able to refuse. "Fine," he said with gritted teeth. "I'll wear the damn boots."

Will reached out to shake his hand, wincing in pain, "Ow!"

Ford shook his hand, the yellow flames sealing the deal "You need any painkillers?"

"Nope, there's nothing that can stop the pain of sharp and pointy wings poking through flesh," he said. Ford snapped his fingers and he was wearing the cursed boots.

Fidds nudged them with a foot. "Love them."

"Kinky," Bill said, earning a whack around the head with Ford's notebook from Mabel, which the girl had snatched to hit him with. She passed it back with a smile as Bill rubbed his head. Will quickly took off his shirt as the pain got worse, blue blood was trickling down his back, "Ow! Ow! Fuck! Bill! You said it wouldn't hurt!!!"