"C'mon, Day!" I pouted, tugging on his hand.

Damon bit his cheek, staying on the edge of his bed. "I don't know, Annie."

I quirked my lips down. "Just help me pick out some clean clothes for now."

His halo brightened from its dimmer light, and I knew I had him when he stood and bent over to peck my lips.

"Let's go, then."

"I knew that'd work." I giggled, and he rolled his eyes.

I grinned when he tugged my body to his side, and I hugged his waist while we exited the room. I laughed when his wings fluttered as he kissed my head.

"To your room?"

"Of course. I want you to help me pick my clothes. Oh, and Day? I know you chose a couple outfits for me during the shopping trip."

Damon paused mid-stride. "H-how did you know?"

"I chose, on average, two and a half outfits per person. I have a few more items than that, so I knew what you did for me. Thank you, Day." I smiled, hopping to peck his cheek.

He blushed, pulling his long crimson hair over the opposite shoulder. His gauges were a bit smaller than the last time I saw them.

Maybe he stopped wearing them for a little while? We "Emerged" had really fast healing rates—unlike humans—and that's why I could survive my mother's cruelty.

"Here we are." said Damon as he opened my door.

He walked a few feet, then halted in his tracks. He put me down and I closed the door, looking back at a stunned Blaine. His green and brown eyes were filled with concern as his gaze rested on a trembling Damon. I moved up to my angel's side and grasped his hand.

"Ssh, Day, it's okay. He isn't mad at you. Take a look."

Damon shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. "I-I can't..."

"You can," I urged in a soft voice. "You can look. I'm right here, Day. Squeeze my hand and take a few deep breaths."

Damon listened to my gentle command and, once he was relaxed enough, he slowly lifted his terrified gaze to Blaine's concerned face.

"I-I'm...I'm, um..." he mumbled, then crouched down into a ball. "I'm sorry."

Blaine looked up from Damon's balled form to my face with confusion glittering in his eyes. "What's wrong with Damon?"

"Blaine," I whispered, kneeling down next to Damon. I petted my angel's head, gently kissing it while Damon breathed heavily. "This is the version of Day that is one step away from his breakdown point, which he shared with me in the shower an hour ago."

Blaine cautiously stepped forward and knelt in front of Damon. "Mon, why are you so scared? I won't hurt you."

Damon uncurled, sniffling softly. "You're mad at me because I was mean to you and Annie. I'm sorry, Blaine! I didn't mean it! Please don't leave me!" he cried, then his voice was muffled by Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine had grabbed Damon, hugging him as tight as he could without injury. "I know, Mon. I know you're sorry. I'm not mad at you and I'm definitely not going to leave you. You were just jealous and now you're not anymore. Isn't that right, Mon?" he whispered into Damon's left ear, gently kissing our angel's jaw joint.

Damon hugged Blaine back as he nodded. "I'm h-happier now, Blaine. I'm yours and Annie's little angel, n-not my mama's. I can forget about her now, Blaine." he rasped through a hoarse whisper, tears seeping into Blaine's shirt.

"That's good, Mon. That's so wonderful." whispered Blaine, gently rocking Damon back and forth and kissing his head. Damon sighed softly, closing his eyes as the final tears slipped down his cheeks.

He was asleep within a few minutes, so Blaine gently lifted him and tucked him into my bed. I placed Viola in Damon's twitching fingers and he tucked her against his chest as he curled up. I petted his head, then leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss his cheek.

Blaine led me into my closet and flicked the light on, and I closed the door. We stared at each other for awhile.

"What did he mean back there, Anwyll?"

"About his mama and being her angel?"

He nodded. "I had never heard him talk about anything like that before."

I sighed softly as I plucked a skirt that I knew Damon had picked out for me. "Have you ever wondered why he was obsessed with being pure?"

Blaine eyed me as I grasped a pair of thigh-high socks, which were also chosen by Damon. "Yeah, but I thought that just came with the angel traits."

I stopped in the midst of reaching for an oversized sweater. "Blaine, you were upset with the others thinking you were a sex addict due to your incubus traits. What makes you think that Damon is happy with his obsession with purity just because he Emerged as an angel?"

Blaine's face paled. "Then why—?"

"Something causes the change in Emerged. My change came from the pure happiness I felt from receiving Viola, even though I became a wolf and not a bear. I don't know why Angel is a unicorn, nor Waltz a faerie, nor Briar panther, nor Dian a dragon, nor you an incubus, but I do know why Damon Emerged as an angel."

"And why is he an angel?"

I turned to face him with an outfit made an entirely of pieces that Damon chose. "His mother sexually abused him from a very young age."

Blaine staggered backwards, leaning on the wall of my closer. "Oh gods, no..."

"She convinced him that he had to stay pure for her use only so that she would stay with him, and that by pleasing her was one solid way of keeping her with him."

"Bi—!"

"Ssh," I soothed, starting to take off my socks. "Day is sleeping. Let him, please. He needs it."

Blaine sighed harshly, the growl in the back of his throat not lost on me. Once I only had my shirt and underwear on, I moved closer to him and hugged his waist. Blaine stroked his fingers through my hair, absentmindedly watching my tail swish lazily back and forth.

"If only I had known..."

"What then, Blaine? What would you have done in that situation, had he opened up to you? What would you have said?"

"I-I don't know, Anwyll." he shook his head. "I just wish I had been there to comfort him."

"We can't go back to the past, but we can look to the future. We are here for him now. He's our family—our little angel—and he needs support, just like everyone else."

"I know, Anwyll." he breathed. "I know."

I stepped away after a gentle kiss to his wrist and gathered the outfit I put on the floor a few minutes earlier. "Damon is waking up now. Let's greet him."

Blaine followed me out of the closet, shutting off the light with deft fingers. Damon was just sitting up, but stopped when I dropped the outfit on the bed next to him.

"Hello, my sleeping beauty." I said with a giggle, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I chose my outfit out of the pieces you picked out for me before."

Damon blushed, then eyed my attire—or lack thereof—and gestured to the pile. "And?"

"Since you missed out, would you like to help me dress?" I asked with a blush, fingering the hem of my shirt. My tail curled around my ankles as I shyly looked into his eyes.

Damon looked at Blaine with an embarrassed smile. "Would you like to, too?"

"Too?" Blaine smirked. "Do you want another look at his adorable body?"

Damon and I blushed at his question. Our angel's wings twitched and fluttered, and his halo took on a rosy hue. Damon guided me onto my bed above his blanketed thighs and Blaine moved behind me. I blushed when I felt Blaine's fingers slide the hem of my shirt upwards. Damon flushed beet red as his fingers hooked under the waistband of my boxers and slowly pulled them down.

Blaine had me lean back into him as he unbuttoned my shirt. As more of my flushed alabaster skin was revealed, Damon bent forward to suck and nip on the soft flesh of my chest. I gasped, my lower half trembling.

As Blaine slipped my shirt off over both shoulders, his fingertips rubbed over my sensitive nipples. The buds hardened quickly, so Damon latched onto them while I gripped Blaine's thighs.

"Mm," I muffled my moan. "Hah, Day, Blaine..."

Blaine pressed his lips to my temple, curling down further to kiss and nip the shell of my right human ear. "You are so cute, Anwyll. Your moans are sweet in our ears, especially with our names on your pretty pink lips."

I moaned at the deeper whisper, feeling the timbre of his voice rumble in his chest. "B-Blaine..."

Damon kissed up my chest and neck, sucking on my throat. I gasped softly as he nipped my jaw, so he used that chance to greet my lips with his own. I mewled into his mouth, threading my left hand into his crimson waves. Damon groaned when I tugged on his hair and pushed my fingers deeper.

"Annie," he breathed, his ice blue eyes more striking than ever as he tugged down my underwear. "Please, allow me to take care of you."

I stared into his eyes for a moment before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. "If you truly want to, and it's not out of obligation, then you can do what you want."

"Even if I devour you?"

I shook my head. "I'm going to wait to do it with everyone, so it's all fair."

Blaine kissed my head, and Damon grinned. "What a good boy."

My tail wiggled from the praise. Damon tugged my body closer, hugging it while he sought a kiss from Blaine. I blushed when their lips locked above my head and Blaine's fingers threaded through Damon's red hair.

"Shit, Mon, I missed this—I missed you."

Damon flushed a bright red, hugging Blaine and I a bit tighter. "I missed you too, Laine."

I was internally cooing at their cuteness, but that stopped when their attentions refocused on me. Their lips met my skin, making me moan softly. Blaine's knuckles dug into the base of my skull while Damon stroked the base of my tail.

Sparkles and lights burst in front of my eyes, dimming my vision as I released a loud howl of pleasure. My body tensed and my back arched as my cock throbbed and pulsed. It released a moment later across my chest, and I sagged against Blaine with a breathless pant. My chest heaved with each breath.

"H-holy shit..."

I blushed, then mewled when Damon curled down and cleaned my chest with his tongue. Blaine cupped my cheek, kissing my head.

"So cute, Anwyll."

"Agreed," murmured Damon. "Now, let's get you dressed."

I blushed again, but nodded. Damon slid my feet through the leg holes in the warm cotton panties. Blaine lifted me for Damon to tug my panties into place. They were snug and warm, so my tail wiggled to show my happiness. I leaned forward and pecked Damon's lips, then tilted my head back to land a smooch on Blaine's jawline.

"Are you happy, Anwyll?" he asked with a chuckle. Damon snickered.

My tail wagged next to us on the bed, and I grinned at the two of them. "Yep, I'm very happy."

Damon pecked my lips again, then unrolled the pair of knit maroon thigh-high socks. They had an ice blue plaid design on them. They were beautiful and warm, so I hugged Damon's neck after he tugged up the one on my left leg. I wiggled my toes, grinning like a weirdo.

Blaine chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Give me the sweater, Mon."

Damon passed it over with a bright smile, his halo shining beautifully. He accepted a peck on the cheek with a warm face. A warm oversized sweater was put over my head and Blaine led my arms through. Once my hands popped out again, Damon caught them and kissed my palms. I giggled happily, my tail whirling. Blaine petted it for a moment before he tugged the ice blue sweater down. It had a cowl neck according to Blaine.

The final piece was a soft maroon-colored ribbon that Damon tied around my throat. The bow was in the back, so I was quite amazed with his skills. I kissed Blaine on the lips, then Damon, and I hugged their necks.

"I love you both." I giggled, my tail whirling and lifting my sweater.

They chuckled. "We love you, too."