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Official Hiatus Notice!

Hey, guys! Sorry that this is so late. I’m pretty sure you’ve all noticed my lack of activity by now, right? Well, I wanted to post a notice anyways, just to let you all know that I’m officially putting this blog on a hiatus. I have barely any muse for Jackson at the moment, but I’m really hoping it comes back to me soon so that I can hop on my drafts. 

Thank you for sticking with us thus far, and I hope that you’ll continue to stick with us while we get our shit together. Thaaank you! :*

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“As if I meant to wake you up.” Jackson muttered, averting his gaze. Accidentally bump into someone and this is the way you’re treated, go figure. “Besides, shouldn’t you have known better than to sleep in such a busy area? It’s like you were begging to be woke up.”

❝ You woke me up. I assume it’s for a relevant reason.❞

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“Eh– cats are okay. Most of my family is allergic, so they typically weren’t something we ever discussed.” He said with a shrug, turning his head to look elsewhere as he spoke, “But Fluffy, my cat, is hairless, so... hypoallergenic.”

No one that had actually met Fluffy had been able to honestly say that they didn’t like her. She has a good personality, for a cat. She’s loving, yet not overly so; she’s gentle, although probably because she doesn’t have claws; and she isn’t loud unless she’s playing, which tends to always be at night while he’s trying to sleep. Not to mention she’s cute with her tattoos and sweaters. After the initial shock of seeing a tatted cat, and his lying and saying that they were fake, which they sort of were, no one really made a big deal about it.

“Of course just because she’s hypoallergenic doesn’t mean she’s one hundred percent allergen free, so we still have a few problems with her, but they’re manageable.” He added with a smile.

“..I suppose.” He sighed, animals were kind of weird.. His chickens were kind of weird– Even more so Billy, it was really weird.. It made Alfie think that his brother did something to the poor chicken to make it act that way.

Not that he’d say it out loud.

Maybe Billy was just a weird chicken.

“At least he wasn’t a cat.” He didn’t like cats too much, unfortunately. They were the first choice for witches, but he didn’t want to be harassed by cats until he picked a familiar, so he took the wolf the moment he found it with it’s.. Mother.

Or, previous mother.

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He’d been watching the red haired woman for at least ten minutes, admiring the way she arranged the flowers in front of the shop. He had never really liked flowers personally, but he did enjoy learning about them, for his sister’s sake. He’d even mastered a couple of great flower spells in the past few months so that when he went home to visit his family he can surprise her.

After throwing the last couple bites of his lunch into the trashcan next to the bench he was sitting on, he got up and began to walk back towards his brother’s place. He’d been staying there recently, finding it convenient to live close enough to his school that he could walk to and from without dying. But as he turned, he found himself heading towards the woman at the flower shop. There was something about her that he found particularly interesting, he simply couldn’t figure out what from such a distance. 

As he got closer, he couldn’t help but smile at her neatly arranged flowers. They were all in order; perfectly placed. Lifting a hand, he gestured towards a random group of flowers, and quietly chanted a spell. Instantly, an orange flower appeared, and he could feel himself practically beaming at his handy work. He hadn’t seen any other flowers like it, so he was hoping she would notice it; which she did. Fairly quickly, too. 

“Where’d you come from...?”

Allowing his smile to widen proudly, he closed his eyes and chanted another spell, this time one that would shower her in flower petals. As he opened his eyes, he took the last few steps towards her and the cheesiest words ever escaped his lips, “Beautiful flowers for an even more beautiful woman.”

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It had taken her all of thirty minutes just to    refill those damn buckets, and another    hour to restock the flowers that had been    sitting inside of them. If some snot-nosed    little punk hadn’t come by on his bicycle    and knocked every single one of the tin    buckets over with their foot.

With the entire sidewalk soaked and her    socks drip-drying in the back room some-    where, Madison tried to fix what seemed    like a horrible situation – bare feet and all.

It wasn’t until she noticed a flower she didn’t    remember picking up sitting among a small    group of daisies. Blinking and picking it out,    she rolled the stem slowly between her fingers.

“Where’d you come from…?”

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“Really?” he asked, surprised by how quickly it had come to trust him, “Huh.”

In a way, it wasn’t that hard to believe, but that’s only because and his cat Fluffy were the same way. That’s extremely different, though; first, Fluffy is a cat, and second, she’s his familiar. Familiars typically bond with their witches immediately, for life. 

Any way he looked at the pink haired boy sitting next to him, he looked like a normal guy, but he knew all to well that looks can be deceiving. Not that he was about to go asking strangers if they were witches simply off of an unlikely hunch.

Gee, are you a witch?

Yeah, that would go over real well.

“Well, that’s probably normal, right?” he said with a chuckle, running a hand awkwardly through his hair, “Animals are such strange creatures; all of them. You can never tell what the hell they’re thinking.” Just like Alfie, seeing how he can’t seem to figure out what he’s thinking at all.

“..Not long.” He shrugged lightly, the familiar not moving despite his actions being a little bit disruptive to the poor thing. This guy really liked.. To ask questions, it was weird, and a bit bothersome to Alfie and the fact that he wasn’t too keen on speaking so much to someone be barely knows.

“.. A few weeks?” He finally gave the answer, after all familiars bonded instantly to their witches the moment they were chosen.. Which was probably odd to normal people when he thought about it more.

Oops.

Oh well.

“I’m just.. Normal.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the comments, wolf whisperer? Really?

The slightly nervous body language of the other male was obvious, after all he did just suddenly start staring at him out of no where, he supposed it was good he didn’t like looking up after all, since the boy could relax, right?

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Looking up at the face of the person who’d just spoken, he grimaced again, hating to admit that she was right. “Well, yeah... but who actually listens to that part?” He muttered, almost pouting as he held up his hand for her to help him up.

Closed with Chiiliad~

“You’re fine down there? Don’t they normally say not to try the stuff at home you see on TV” The goddess asked with a worried tone as she knelt down next to the boy. “Need any help?”

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Jackson could hardly keep his eyebrow from raising in question as Alfie continued to dodge his questions. Not only was it making things a little more awkward than necessary, but it was also slimming the possible conversation starters down to the bare minimum. Although he wasn’t willing to give up, he was running out of things to say. 

“Who knows?” he repeated, asking the obvious question without actually having to say anything. What do you mean, who knows?

Glancing from the peaceful form of the wolf sleeping on Alfie’s lap, to the other males face, he couldn’t help but notice the air of complete comfort and trust between them. “Well... how long have you had him? He seems awful trusting.”

Aren’t wolves supposed to be timid creatures? They typically fear humans, and prefer to avoid them rather than befriend them. “You must be some kind of dog whisperer.” Jackson joked, shooting the other a goofy grin, “Or... wolf whisperer? I think it had a ring to it, don’t you?”

For a moment he was caught off guard by Alfie’s sudden staring, feeling as if this were the first time he’d really looked at him since they started talking. It made him feel a little nervous, and although he liked that he was looking at him, he was a bit relieved when he looked away. 

“..Who knows?” He asked, questions evading giving a legit answer to the probably important questions he was being asked. How do you tell a normal human that you’ve marked a wolf as your “familiar”? That it obeys anything that you tell it to do?

It’s impossible.

Not that he minded being called crazy, he just found it.. A bit of an annoyance to have to deal with in public, not that he even knew this guy would react in such a way. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

Alfie had the option of walking around with Henry in the human form familiars got, not that it was entirely useful due to the fact that they couldn’t speak or anything.. At this stage of the animals life, it was probably easier to walk him like someone would a dog.. When he was older though..

Who knows?

That form may become useful.

With a sigh, he stared intently at the other males face, he was taller, even when sitting down.. Obviously, it was somewhat painful to have to look up at people for such a long time, so he preferred not to look at them at all.

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Closed with Chiiliad~

“This looked much easier on TV." Jackson grunted, grimacing at the sharp pain that shot up his spine as he sat up from where he’d fallen flat on his back on the cold, hard ground.

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Being able to actually hear the guy when he finally spoke again was a relief. If he was going to continue talking in such a low tone, Jackson had actually contemplated backing off. 

In a way, his accent caught him off guard, having not expected such a gentle, southern accent to come from him. It made him feel... feel some type of way; a way he could hardly form to the words to describe. It was a fluttering in his chest that was almost entirely unknown to him, and in all honesty, it scared the shit out of him.

“Alfred...” he said softly, absentmindedly following him as he began walking in the opposite direction, his wolf trotting along beside him. There was something oddly in-sync about the way they moved, and although it momentarily caught Jackson’s attention, he was quickly distracted by the pink haired boy’s question.

It was a damn good question, too. Why did it matter? It wasn’t like he wanted one, or even really cared about such a meaningless detail, so why did he even bother asking? Merely to make conversation, he supposed. 

Plopping down next to him on the bench, he shrugged, a sheepish smile curving his lips. “Can’t a guy be curious? Wolves aren’t typically found around here, right? Especially not as... pets. Is that even legal?” he asked with a soft chuckle, somehow amused by the idea that the guy sitting next to him may actually be breaking the law.

His name? Alfred didn’t udnerstand the guys sudden interest, was it because they both had unusually colored hair? It was the only possible reason he could think of.. That was innocent, anyways.

“Alfred.” He said, louder than his previous words, which meant his accent was more.. Audible.. Not that it mattered, unless this guy was the type to make fun of accents.

If he was going to continue to attempt to speak with Alfie, he figured he would stop walking aimlessly. Instead his direction turned towards a nearby bench, his speed picking up as he walked towards it, somewhat expecting the taller male to follow him over.

Once he had sat down, he picked the baby wolf up and set it on his lap, where it seemed to easily make itself at home by laying down. He picked a good familiar after all, it seemed. “.. Does it matter?” He finally asked in response to the question.

He wasn’t going to openly admit where he got his familiar, not to a normal person anyways.

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Starter call!

Like this for a starter! I’m down for a thread with anyone, of any fandom. Shoot me an ask if you prefer an established relationship. I love plotting, so maybe we can come up with an idea that will last!

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Jackson huffed softly, a bit put off by her attitude. She didn’t really look like the type to put up a fight, and he wasn’t used to actually having to chase someone. It took him a moment to regain his footing, but once he did, he felt a smug smile tug at his lips. “Well, it isn’t exactly my fault that you’re so beautiful, is it? Naturally you’d capture any guy’s attention. It just so happens that I was the guy coming around that corner at the perfect time. It could have been anyone.”

{ Day After Day }

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He wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard correctly, but he wasn’t really one to ask twice, so he was going to go with it. “Henry, huh?” he asked, eyeing the pink haired guy’s face for any sort of sign that he had actually heard the name wrong after all, “Cute. It suits him.”

It was pretty clear that his classmate didn’t want to talk, and from the expression Jackson had witnessed earlier, he clearly didn’t like him much. So, why was he still here, trying to keep a half-assed conversation going? A conversation where he’s obviously the only one interested in, at that. Reaching up, he ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Well... what’s your name?” 

He’d never been one to take a hint; and he wasn’t going to back off so easily. He was going to win him over, even if it took all day. “And, by the way, where the hell did you find a wolf?” he added before he could get an answer to his first question, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

He realized his expression was probably hurting the other males feelings, so slowly it relaxed back to his neutral blank expression that he always wore, it bothered him a bit that he was acting so rude to the guy, despite not liking how he treated women it was still cruel of Alfred to be mean– His mother didn’t raise him to act like this.

“…”

He remained silent as he noticed that the guy seemed like he was about to give up simply from the expression that he saw, it definitely bothered him to have to hold a conversation, but it bothered him more that he had wore such an expression.

“..Henry.” Alfie said softly when asked the name of his familiar, hoping that the taller guy caught it because he really didn’t wish to repeat himself, talking was exhausting after all.

“..Okay, I guess.” There wasn’t much for him to say really, even if he had wanted to give a proper response to him saying he wanted to talk. Conversation without a meaning to it was just.. Bothersome in his opinion.

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Blinks down at the dark haired guy, completely ignoring the obviously irritated vibe he was emitting, “What? Is there something on my face?”

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⸢ Glares because this person interrupted his very important nap. ⸥

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Blinking down at the other, Jackson couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the look of absolute disgust cross his face for a split second. He hadn’t been expecting a negative response to his advances. In fact, no one had ever given him a look quite like that, even if it was only a fleeting one.

He almost quit walking entirely, until he remember that he typically didn’t care about that sort of thing. Nine times out of ten he had nothing but ulterior motives for approaching people, and this one not one of those rare encounters. At least, he didn’t think it was. He was attracted to him, sure, which was hard enough to believe seeing how he was so not a homo. The thing was, his reaction stung more than he thought possible, especially seeing how the guy was pretty much a complete stranger.

Why should he care what a stranger thinks?

He could have any girl he wanted, so why was that one look cutting so deep?

Picking up his pace, he walked along beside him, attempting to ignore any sign of disinterest or annoyance. “A... wolf, huh?” he asked, glancing down at the pup. It was adorable, and it felt like a one in a million chance to ever meet on up close and personal like this, “It’s cute. Gotta’ name?”

Leaning down, he shrugged a bit, not entirely sure what he wanted to talk about. He just knew he had wanted to talk about something. And he still does. He just doesn’t know what anymore. “I don’t know... I guess I just want to talk. We never get the chance at school. I’ve seen you here and there, but you’re gone as soon as I see you.”

Alfie didn’t even care about lying right now, he didn’t want to talk to the guy, after all he wasn’t planning on letting him stick his cock up his ass, which is what he assumed the taller was talking to him for.

“..It’s a wolf.” He stated blankly, shrugging his shoulders as he did, there was no breed he was going to attempt to disguise it as, it was his familiar and he prided in that fact, besides, knowing this guy he would probably think it was cool or something idiotic like that.

Obviously he hadn’t noticed the unamused expression resting on Alfred’s face, because he just kept on talking about stuff that he honestly could not care less about, and the worst thing was that he was going to have to remember this horrid conversation for the rest of his life.

Gross.

A rather loud sigh left him as he rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand, not good with talking to people like this, the way he was acting even seemed like he was trying to get closer to Alfie.

Even more gross.

He took a small step back as their arms touched, thinking that the guys sluttiness would rub off on him or something silly like that.

“..So what did you want?—” He said, before pausing slightly only to act as if he was continuing his original thought. “..To talk about?” Alfie wasn’t completely rude, despite feeling rather repulsed by the guy who slept with literally everyone, he wasn’t going to just act like an asshole to him when he seemed to want to talk about.. Whatever it is he talked to people about.

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Raising an eyebrow at the woman’s snippy response, he felt a confused smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He had never gotten that reaction before. Was she playing hard to get? She hadn’t even given him a glance, how rude. 

“What’s with that tone?” he asked with a small chuckle, “I’m just trying to be friendly, you know.”

Facing forward, he continued to jog along beside her, sweating up a storm in the process, “Do you typically greet every stranger that way?”

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Now that Jackson was closer to them, he could see that instead of the boy being blonde, he actually had pink hair. Pastel pink. Of course he’d seen him around. He always loved not being the only weirdo at their school with randomly colored hair.

Ignoring his disinterested, if not standoffish attitude, he caught up with the pink haired boy and shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly. “Nice... dog?” he began, stopping himself as he glanced down at the animal in question, very confused about what it actually was. Definitely not a husky. “What breed is that?” he asked, one midnight blue eyebrow cocked up in confusion.

“Don’t give me that look,” he continued with a soft chuckle, not getting the hint at all as his arm brushed against the other’s, sending faint tingles up his arm, “I just want to talk. I promise I’m not going to mug you, or anything like that.”

He knew that that must be what most people think. Not that he could complain; it was his own fault that he looked like a delinquent of sorts. He prided himself on being the opposite of what people typically thought of him... for the most part. Or, maybe he was exactly as people saw him? Who knows. He was known to steal people’s hearts.

Kicking a pebble off of the sidewalk in front of him, he felt a smile tug at his lips and he narrowly avoided chuckling at his own thoughts. He could hardly believe he had actually thought that.

Take Henry off the farm she said.

He’s bothering the chickens she said.

Henry wasn’t that bad, for a baby wolf. Alfred was trying to train him like a proper familiar, but since he was so young he kept wanting to play with the chickens, it wasn’t like he was going to try and eat them or anything– He was nice.

But he  still had to put a leash on his poor familiar and take it for a walk allll the way into town from his farm, good thing he wasn’t out of shape or anything, but it was a rather far distance to walk.

As he walked through the streets, Henry started to growl lightly in sign of someone following him, which he didn’t think much of at first, after all a lot of people were interested in someone with pastel pink hair, right? Easter was a disaster after all–

“Hey- we go to the same school, don’t we?”

“…”

Alfie stopped walking as he was finally spoken to, letting out a small sigh only to turn his body so he was facing the taller male.

“..We do.” He said after a rather long pause, his gaze shifting to his familiar that had decided to hide behind his legs, okay then. It wasn’t like Alfie had ever spoken to the guy before, but his face was a familiar one, they had passed by in the halls before, something that he couldn’t forget.

Even though he had wanted to.

His expression obviously was one that held the words ‘Is that all?’, it wasn’t something he would actually say out loud, but it was written all over his face that he wasn’t interested in the conversation the taller was trying to start. He didn’t want to be seen talking to him in all honesty, he knew that he slept with every female that passed by him, and didn’t wish to hear about it.

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{ Day After Day }

He hated his genes. He knew that because of the way his body was hardwired, if he didn’t work out at least somewhat frequently, he would gain weight in no time. And what girl in their right mind would want someone gross and overweight as a love-interest?

Panting breathlessly as he jogged around the corner of the track, he spotted a woman bent over, tying her shoes. He could feel a smirk playing at his lips as he approached her, just in time for her to straighten up and continue jogging practically right next to him. Speeding up just enough to match her pace, he shot her a sideways glance, “It’s actually pretty hot this morning, don’t you think?”