NEW TITLE!! "Can't forget how I loved you"!!!!! OLD TITLE "Preening sessions" --- WAS the ORIGINAL idea but here we are T - T Buildermon/Buildershed (Builderman x Telamon/Shedletsky) story bc yes :D (trust its good/j) Was gonna make it preening sessions but like...preening later......... Updates may be slow... but fear not I will not abandon this fic!!! :D //----------// The scared hands however did not put pressure on his wings; they stood soft and tender, gently caressing the golden or brown feathers on his back. How they were careful and cautious. How Builderman spoke quietly in his ear, talking about how fluffy and smooth his wings were... Shedletsky felt more rosy sprinkles rising to his face after recalling the memory, and a burning sensation lit up in his chest, a warm feeling he couldn't comprehend as his body tensed. A sudden feeling of affection invaded his head, making his stomach twist in a funny way as he breathed a shaky sigh, mouthing the name of the cause. Builderman... His heart beat just a bit faster Builderman... his headwings fluttered Builderman... Oh no... he had fallen in love with... Builderman... //----------// I hope yall enjoy! :3 - Wholikes2sleep

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

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