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What the fuck..
Selever was lying face down on the garden, blood leaking from his frail body staining the grass around him a deep crimson. Beside him was a sharp tree branch which had impaled his stomach. And yet he was still alive... He looked up at you with one eye, his breathing shakily slowing down.
“Y/N...” he coughed. “This is it...” he shivered, as you bent down and held him close. His breathing came to a shuddering halt.
“S-Selever don’t go! I’ll call an ambulance- we can fix this..!” You say frantically, reaching in your bag with one hand in search of bandages.
Just as you pulled it your phone and some bandages and began to dial 999/911, you heard a small chuckle bubble up from Selever‘s throat.
“I can’t believe you seriously fell for that!!” he laughed, holding up a bottle of fake blood and lifting up his shirt slightly to show his belly, revealing there was in fact no stab wound. Just his soft, thin fur and clever usage of fake blood and makeup.
Selever purred with bliss as he saw the shock on your face, and his wings fluttered with joy.
He was laughing... he was smiling... he was fucking purring... He was actually enjoying this.
You shoved him off of your lap, and walking into the house slamming the door behind you. Not a single word. You were mad... you were fucking disappointed at his behaviour... And boy would he pay for it, the little shit.
“Y/N come on it was a joke!!” he squeaked in the distance.
Fuck that prank... He gave me a heart attack... I thought he was dying.. I thought I’d lose him...
That evening, you slept alone, banishing Selever from your bed. Just as you were about to go to sleep, Selever nestled himself beside you, only to be ignored, and told to sleep downstairs in the spare bedroom. At first he looked confused, and asked why you weren’t going to cuddle him, but when you gave him a glare, he complied and headed down the stairs frowning.
At any point when he wanted to cuddle of be petted of given any form of affection, you’d say no or ignore him. And it stayed like that for a couple days. A couple of days turned into a week. Then a week turned into two.
Until he finally snapped.
You were sat in front of the television, watching a film in your room when Selever came in and asked what you were watching.
“F/M.”
Selever chirped excitedly. “Can I watch too?” he trilled happily.
You shot him a glare, and he frowned, his eyebrows lowering.
“Y/N.. you’re still mad at me..?” he asked, tilting his head.
“What do you think.”
Selever's horns lowered, and he started tearing up. He’d finally reached his limit. He hadn’t been cuddled or given any form of affection for two weeks. He’s touchstarved as fuck...
"FUCK THIS SHIT.. I'M TRYING SO HARD TO BE AFFECTIONATE TO MAKE UP FOR WHAT I DID.. AND YOU WON'T SEE THAT... AND I'M GOING TO BE HONEST..." he snarled, those tears finally dripping down his cheeks. “Y-Y/N I MISS CUDDLING YOU. YOU HAVEN’T CUDDLED ME FOR WEEKS AND IT’S MAKING ME SAD! I’M SORRY OKAY!” he sobbed, tears falling from his eyes. “Just please..! This once... Let me cuddle with you..!”
You smirked at him. He’s learnt his lesson for now. His sobs quitened as you softly placed your hand on his head, gently petting the hair there.
He looked up at you, those big sad puppy eyes looking into yours.
“Gotcha.” You say to him, gently stroking one of his horns. “Get pranked.” You continue.
“The fuck...?" He squeaked.
"Got you pretty good didn't I? Come here, let's go back to normal. I forgive you." You say, gesturing to yourself, commanding him to hug you.
So... you don’t hate me anymore..?” he asked, still standing up beside you, hesitant to lay down with you.
“Hate you? I never hated you in the first place Selever. This was revenge for that horrible prank a few weeks ago.”
He pouted at you, furrowing his brows. “Fuck y....” just as the insult was about to leave his lips, you pulled him onto your lap, and turned the volume of the movie volume up. He nuzzled into your neck, purring so loudly it was hard to hear the television.
Boy had he missed this.