#fated to my forbidden alpha | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gglitch1dd · 8 months

Text

Never meant to be (Werewolf Eijiro x Werewolf Reader)

Day 7 of Breedingtober

Even though you love each other, sometimes responsibility triumphs over love

Warning: Forbidden love, werewolves (they can turn into giant wolves but when they are in their human forms they have the fluffy ears and tails), ANGSTY SMUT, ANGST, NO HAPPY ENDINGS, NO COMFORT, pregnancy, babies, background rivalry, prejudice, arranged marriage, background kiri x mina,

Words: 6,1k

Eijiro waited silently as he watched the pack sleep easily in the late moonlight that radiated from the moon high above. His father, the Alpha of the pack, had ears like… well, a wolf, but luckily the best thing about Takeo and most Kirishimas was that they slept like dead logs. Which was a good thing in this case.

Eijiro stuck his head up from his place. His family were all asleep, jumbled up together in a mess of fur and skin as his father had chosen to sleep in his wolf form, forming a circle around his wife and their pups who slept in warm knitted blankets and furs in his mother’s nest, safe. The youngest pups slept with their heads on Yua’s chest and body while the older the pups got, they were scattered around the warm central space.

As the oldest, his parents didn’t mind that he didn’t sleep in the nest anymore. It was about time he would be mated and start his own family unit which meant having his own den, but in the mean time he slept close by if not in the nest. This was as good a time as any to sneak out. Whenever he did sneak out he was always in his true form, it was faster, but safer too if anything happened.

Carefully, he stood up on all four paws. He slowly moved towards the exit out of the den. He heard a sharp inhale making his head snap to look at the nest. He didn’t move. Then he heard a huff and almost like a snore from his father. He eased before softly, scampering out into the forest. The moon was high and bright as it shone on the Pack A. The rest of the pack was asleep and if not, were on guard to keep the pack lands safe. Eijiro had to be smart as he was quick.

He carefully stayed low, keeping to the shadows. His fur was as dark as the shadows themselves, which made it easier to move in the dark. He was aware how all the guards moved on their duties so it wasn’t a trouble bypassing them. All he had to do was reach the river. That’s all that he focused on.

“And where the fuck are you going, Eijiro?” The voice made him pause. He turned his head to look at his best friend, Katsuki. He had a scowl on his face as his arms were crossed over his chest. His large ears flicked ontop of his head as his tail didn’t wag, showing that he wasn’t amused.

Eijiro paused, half thinking of bolting and not answering him at all. Eijiro lowered his head with a sigh. Fur became flesh and oversized canine became man. Until finally the large werewolf stood across from the blond. Both men were stark naked and yet didn’t seem to mind as they stared at each other. Eijiro immediately didn’t respond which roused Katsuki’s suspicions.

“You’re going to see them, aren’t you?” He asked. Eijiro didn’t answer again either but it made him look guilty enough that Katsuki knew the answer. Katsuki let out a low growl in frustration as he dragged a hand through his hair. “What part of they are the enemy, don’t you understand!” He motioned to the side. Although his voice was low, it still felt as though he was shouting at Eijiro. “They are of our enemy pack, one of the pups to the Alpha and here you are gallivanting in the middle of the night with them.”

“Katsuki, you don’t understand.” Eijiro urged as he took a step closer to his best friend. Katsuki let out a low growl, throwing his hands up in disbelief. Eijiro hesitated but furrowed his eyebrows. “They are my fated, my wolf chose them and them me.”

Katsuki scowled. “I don’t care if the moon gave you them as your mate, you are putting this whole pack at risk with your stupidity.” He hissed. “And if their father goes looking and finds you knot deep inside them and kills you for it, then what? Who’s supposed to explain to your parents how their eldest son died at the hands of the enemy and I never said anything!” He motioned to his chest as he glared over at Eijiro.

Eijiro swallowed down hard and looked away from Katsuki. Eijiro wasn’t stupid, he knew that death was a risk and something that happened in other packs and in their own. They killed anyone from the enemies pack without a second hesitation. However… it pained him to be away from you.

Katsuki could tell that talking to Eijiro was futile and stupid and that there was no convincing him. He let out a growl and turned his head. Skin became blond fur and man became canine, as the large blond wolf moved to walk back to where he was on duty.

“Katsuki, please.” Eijiro urged, the wolf hesitated. “Don’t. Tonight… tonight is the last night. I promise.”

Katsuki glanced back at his best friend. He didn’t say anything, his right ear flicking before walking back, without giving Eijiro a second glance. Eijiro knew his friend, and he knew that this was a final warning, to either break things off with you once and for all or the entire pack would know. He let out a breath as he turned around to head to the river.

The river separated the two packs, but it was also at this river where the two of you met. If one walked further down the river bank, one would eventually reach a cliff side where the waterfall fell down too to form the river that separated the packs, and behind that river was a cave. A cave that the two of you met up every third night or so. Eijiro was careful as he slipped behind the waterfall to the carved in space behind it to where you were.

You stood with your back to him before smelling his scent even behind the smell of water and damp earth. You turned around to look at him. Your smile brightened up his entire being, your tail swishing behind you in excitement just at the mere sight of him. You were precious and amazing, and all his. Which pained his heart even more. “Eijiro!” You quickly moved into his waiting arms, his warm embrace enclosing around you as he buried his face in your neck. You took a deep inhale of his scent as you loved the feeling and smell of him. You moved to look up at him with a smile, “I’ve missed you.” You reached up and put your forehead against his nuzzling him in affection.

He put on his own sad smile, closing his eyes as he returned your affections. “I’ve missed you too.” He spoke softer than normal. You couldn’t resist but meet up to reach his warm lips. His grip turned possessive making you giggle as you held onto him achingly. You always wished for him to be much closer by, but you both aren’t able to do that.

You separated to look back up at him, but your smile slowly fell at the guilty look on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows as you moved a hand to the side of his face. “What’s wrong?” You asked confused and soft. “What is the matter?”

Eijiro closed his eyes. “We… we can’t do this anymore.” He spoke lowly, almost in pain to utter such words to you. Your face fell at the words he was saying. He let out a sigh as he opened his eyes to look back at you. “I think our time together like this is over, Y/N.”

You shook your head as you slowly slipped out of his hold, a look of pure disbelief as you looked up at him. “No, Eijiro. What do you mean this is over? You are my everything.”

“And you are mine.”

“No!” You interrupted him with an adamant growl. “If I was, you wouldn’t be doing this to me.” Eijiro let out a heavy sigh as his ears moved down flat against his head. “What changed? What happened?” You asked, urging him to tell you the truth.

He swallowed down hard as he put a hand to his eyes. “Katsuki knows about us. That and my father has arranged for me and another she-wolf to be mated.” It was no surprise, as the next Alpha it would be expected for Eijiro to be mated, and considering he had not chosen any of the wolves in his pack yet, his parents would automatically make that decision for him.

“Who?”

The sound of your vicious growl brought a smile to his face, you were always the feisty type when it came to him. So damn possessive. But then again, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t the same. “Ashido Mina. I grew up with her and we’re good enough friends. She’s… she’s perfect for the pack like that.”

It hurt to hear him say that but you knew he wasn’t wrong. If it was what the pack needed, he had to choose that. But it didn’t make you feel any less of an imperfect option for him. “Then why entertain me?” You spoke quietly as you turned to look away from him, your arms wrapping around your bare form as you turned away from him. “Why entertain the thought of choosing me as your Alpha female?”

Eijiro hesitated. He did do that. One of the many distant painful daydreams the both of you would have if life was different… simpler. If you weren’t from two rivalling packs that would tear each other to shreds at any moment. “You know how my parents are. After the death of my older sisters…” Eijiro swallowed down hard. You turned back to look at him. “You know how protective they are of me and how vicious they are to wolves like you.”

You paused. “Wolves like me?” You whispered with furrowed eyebrows. Eijiro squeezed his eyes shut. He messed up with that one. You put a hand to your chest. “You mean wolves from my pack? Wolves like me?” You asked.

“Y/N… please, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He pleaded as he took a step forward.

“What so you parents wouldn’t even accept me as your bonded fated mate because I’m from another pack?” You asked.

Eijiro let out a breath in frustration, his eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, your father murdered my older sisters Akari and Ayah in cold blood while they were still pups, you can’t expect people to forget that!”

You let out a growl as you took a step forward. “I am not my father.”

“I know that!” He shouted back at you. “Don’t you understand that this is bigger than us! I can’t just run away with you or take you as my mate without countless lives being lost due to our selfish actions!”

“Then what are we supposed to do!”

“I don’t know!”

You paused as you looked up at him with a frown, however that’s when he noticed the tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. You sniffed as you looked down at the ground. The both of you didn’t say anything, the deafening sound of the waterfall had drowned out your shouts and yet it still felt almost too loud between the both of you.

You closed your eyes before looking up at him again, a tear falling down your face. “You do know.” You whispered. Eijiro eased at your words. You moved to wipe your cheek as you sniffed. You moved over to him slowly, his face broken as he watched you near him. You reached up and placed a kiss to his cheek. You turned to leave, not wanting to make this harder than it was already.

But it was too late for Eijiro. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into his embrace. He kissed you deeply, keeping his arms around you almost as if he was afraid to let you go. You couldn’t help but kiss him back. All you wanted was to be in his arms like this. To feel his hot skin against yours and for nothing else to matter. Eijiro put his forehead against yours. He looked at you and you looked at him.

You both didn’t have to say anything to agree on it.

If this was to be your last night together, it would not only be one of separation.

You closed your eyes as you joined hands with him. You nodded your head and that was all he needed. He carefully lifted you up, into his arms before carefully lowering you down to the ground in his arms. His hands were carefully, taking their time to trace you and to feel you. If this was going to be the last time he would touch your body, he wanted to memorise everything about it and so did you as he carefully dragged his hands up your body up to your sex, finding solace and home within your slicked heat.

You let out a soft whimper at his thick fingers inside you but you moved your hands over his body. You felt the hard earned muscles that he had earned over the years, you traced every scar and you knew every story of them all. He had told you them all and you always felt like you were right there when they happened. You gripped him tighter at his fingers that were methodical in the way they moved inside of you, trying to give you pleasure and yet also feel every inch of you almost as though he was trying to commit your body to memory.

Eijiro kissed you again, wanting everything to disappear. You weren’t some wolf from the enemy side and he wasn’t the heir to his pack. You were just two wolves that were in love and allowed to be in love and rejoiced for it. It hurt being in love with you knowing that other people were praised for finding partnership with others and he would be shunned for it.

You gasped as you arched your back in his grasp, the hand to your back feeling you bend at the pleasure he was giving you. He always loved the way you would react to his touch. The way you would wiggle and writhe, slick dripping past his fingers as he stretched you out to fit his cock perfectly. You were always perfect for him in his eyes. You weren’t meant for him like he was meant for you.

Even now as he slowly slid his cock inside you, you now on your hands and knees, presented before him perfectly. Your sharp nails scratched at the ground as Eijiro held onto your hips. He moved down to put his chest to your back, pulling you against him as he buried his face to the back of your neck, tears in his eyes as he fought back a sob. It was painful to think of not seeing you again, or not holding you like this, kissing you, embracing you, talking to you, living with you. Living without you almost felt gut wrenching and sickening and yet here he was.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you felt his own tears hit your neck, your tears falling down your face. You let out a heavy breath as you turned your head to put your forehead against his. He was slow. You wanted him to be slow. You wanted to savour and remember every inch of him inside you, every thrust. It was actually hard to forget him either way. Eijiro was a beautiful mate. He was large, perfectly sculpted as a protector, he could fill you up effortlessly with is cock and hands to hold you while he did it. And he never was short of not filling you up until you were brimming from all the cum inside you.

Your moans and cries were mixed into one lewd painful symphony of emotions. You would never get to claim Eijiro as your own. You would never get to dance with him under the moon and stars after your mating ceremony with your pack or his to watch and celebrate in your union with the both of you. You would never get to watch him rise and become Alpha of his pack. You’d never get to bare his pups and teach them to hunt or learn stories of their people. You’d never get to hold Eijiro and the family you could have had in your own warm den as a family.

Because life wasn’t fair to people like you and Eijiro. Life was never fair. And you would ever to face that everyday with another mate that would never love you, see you, hold you, fuck you, breed you, exist with you like Eijiro did.

You’d never get to be satisfied again.

Eijiro let out low growls as he held you tightly, his thrusts more powerful as you both neared your ends. You were both so desperate for it, his grip on you vicious and your calls for him needy, and yet you both truly didn’t want it to end. You grasped each other because it was your last, cursing the moon for separating the both of you even though it brought you together.

With your breaths quickened, each thrust making you shiver and ache and Eijiros groans and thrusts harder you both reached that inexplicable high together. Your sexes joined to make you into one being continuous and held together by his knot. You closet your eyes tears slipping out as you indulged in the beautiful feeling that was the both of you. It was warm and perfect and real and final.

Even as you held each other, not baring to separate. Eijiro slipped into sleep, with your last goodbye echoing in his head.

“Goodbye, Eijiro.”

By the time Eijiro woke up, you were gone. The sun was barely just rising and Eijiro never felt more alone.

With a quick dip in the river, he walked back onto his packlands in his true form, a fraction if the man he once was for the rest of the pieces had left with you. His large paws hit the ground heavily almost as if he could barely keep himself up any longer.

Katsuki sat there on guard just where Eijiro had found him the night before. The blond didn’t say anything but he watched. He could sense it, he could even smell it. Eijiro looked exhausted. He looked drained. He looked like a shell of the wolf he once was. The large dark haired wolf walked past Katsuki with a low head and a pain filled expression. The blond wolf was silent but he let his friend go, knowing that he needed time to process and breathe.

Eijiro was like this till he sulked into his family den. His mother perked up at the sight of him. She hadn’t heard him leave but as he walked back to the place he normally slept in, he looked worrisome. Her son looked broken. He flopped down onto the ground and closed his eyes, his tail wrapping around him as he kept his back to his family.

15 months later

“Eijiro.” Katsuki stuck his head into the room in one of the many system of caves that made the packs homes. Eijiro stopped talking as he looked to Katsuki and so did the other high ranking wolves in the pack. The blond looked concerned, the frown on his face worrisome. “Your presence is requested.”

“By who?” He asked.

Katsuki hesitated, wondering how best it was to put this. “A… member of our opposing pack.”

Takeo let out a loud growl at the thought of it. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked to the blond. “and why aren’t they dead already for stepping onto our lands?”

Katsuki swallowed down hard and looked to Eijiro. Something in Eijiro grew uneasy at the look his best friend had on his face. “It’s best if you come and see why for yourself.” He settled on. Not waiting for anything else to say, Katsuki left.

Takeo looked to Eijiro for answers but Eijiro had none. He wasn’t sure what was going on nor what he had to do with any of this. He just hoped it wasn’t you. Although he ached to see you again, it just wasn’t possible. Not with Mina now in the picture and how far he had come to making sure that he could call himself a worthy heir. He couldn’t lose focus. And yet the only reason his feet were moving so fast, following Katsuki’s scent, was because of that hope. Out in the sunlight, he followed his friend who trudged barefoot towards one of the packs borders.

Not by the river.

It made Eijiro feel disappointed.

Eijiro moved to walk side by side with Katsuki. He glanced back at his rather concerned father and then back to Katsuki. He opened his mouth to ask but Katsuki beat him to it. “You fucked up, Ei.”

He put simply with a sigh. “You really fucked up.”

Before Eijiro could ask what that meant, a crowd came in view. The crowd was near the border but was far enough in to keep everyone comfortable. Katsuki let out a low growl, making people move out away to make space for the new group that was there to see what the matter was.

The moment Eijiro saw who was the reason of this whole summons, he froze. You stood holding two pups in your arms. You in all your glory.

You.

A low threatening growl erupted from your chest at the wolves that surrounded you. However, there was one above everyone else who stood near you and that was Yua, surprisingly. Your eyes met Eijiro’s and you stopped being defensive of the pups you held in your arms. Your face relaxed at the sight of him. You looked older, more mature almost and yet the same.

A loud growl silence everyone, every jab and growl that was pointed your way. Takeo moved to stand in the circle. He glared at you. “State your business here.” Short, cordial and to the point. You preferred that.

You cleared your throat. “I don’t represent my former pack. I’ve been packless for the last twelve months. All I wish is to deliver what belongs to your son.” You looked to Yua who took one of the pups from you. The older she-wolf looked down at the little pup before her ears shot up in surprise, peaking her husband’s interest. “I only figured that...” You looked at the last twin in your arm before looking back at Eijiro. “enough Kirishima pups have died because of my family. These ones deserve a chance. If you could find it in your hearts to take in your kin, please do and I'll leave at once.”

Yua looked to her mate, motioning to the little pup in her arms. “Takeo.” She let out softly.

Looking to the large Alpha was one of the pups, a girl, with black hair and dark fur to match of her ears and tails. The chubby little thing looked up at Takeo with wide ruby eyes. Eijiro’s eyes widened before looking at the other twin. A boy. His ears down as he looked rather timid, hiding into your shoulder, a lot like how Eijiro was as a pup.

Two pups.

Twins.

Undeniably his.

Everyone turned to look at Eijiro. Eijiro swallowed down hard. “Fuck.”

“Yah…” Katsuki said with a heavy sigh as he scratched the back of his head. “That’s what I said.”

Takeo was speechless for the most part and it was best that everyone talked in a more disclosed setting so you all went to the cave that Eijiro was in with his father before Katsuki called him. You got some looks as an outsider but more out of interest than out of prejudice. Eijiro watched you silently as kept yourself away from him in an essence. You held your pups possessively in your arms almost as if someone would come and grab them away from you. As if you weren’t here to leave them with him.

Once inside you kept far away, leaving the pups on the stone table where they looked around in wonder at all the new faces. You stepped back keeping to yourself as everyone seemed to just stare at either you or the pups.

Takeo put a hand to his brows, trying to digest what was happening. He had his eyes closed as he took a moment. “Eijiro,” His only son looked to him knowing that he had messed up. Takeo opened his ruby eyes as he looked over to him. “Who is this wolf?” He motioned over to you.

Eijiro paused as he looked to you. At first you didn't meet his gaze until you looked up at him. Suddenly it felt as if the world stopped once again. As if you were the only wolf ever meant for him and his heart only ached more to reach over towards you. You were so beautiful even now. Eijiro swallowed down hard, agony and pain evident in his eyes. “My… my fated.” He just barely whispered.

Yua gasped as she looked to her son, her face in worry and her golden eyes conveyed that. “You had a fated EIjiro? Something so rare and you didn't tell us?” She asked putting her hands to her chest.

Eijiro let out a sigh as he looked away from her. “I'm sorry I wasn't so eager to tell you that I was in love with someone from the enemy pack.” He let out lowly.

Takeo let out a warning growl as he put his hands on the table. Eijiro bowed his head lower towards his mother in apology for his tone. “Eijiro, this is serious. You were out with this female and you didn’t think it was of any importance.”

“I didn't think this would happen!” Eijiro expressed as he motioned over to the blissfully unaware pups.

Your attention moved over to your pups, blocking out father and son as they argued. Your daughter had her foot in her mouth, chewing on her soft feet as she gripped it with both hands. Your son however looked rather scared, his ruby eyes filled with slight distress. He looked to you. Although he couldn't speak, you could tell he was deeply upset. His ears were flat against his head not liking the shouting. You noticed tears start to fill his eyes at all the shouting.

You shushed him sweetly as you stepped closer to him. You accepted him into your arms, allowing the little pup to bury his head in the crook of your neck.

“And what about Mina?” Takeo asked with a worried look. “She's already expecting a litter and now we have this problem on our hands. This won't reflect well on her! Wha-"

“Takeo!” Yua hissed over at him with a pointed glare before motioning to you.

You held your son in your arms trying to calm him down from all the shouting and arguing. You shushed him sweetly rubbing his back. “Its okay… its okay.” You spoke softly to him as you carried him. You then noticed your daughter look worriedly up at you. She reached her hands up towards you. Adjusting your son to be in one of your arms you reached down and picked her up as well, holding her in your arms.

Eijiro couldn't help but ease at the sight of you with his pups. You looked like such a natural with them, holding them in your arms like they were your world.

Katsuki, as Eijiro's second, was present in the meeting. He looked at Eijiro, crimson eyes on him before flicking to you. He furrowed his eyebrows for a minute, arms crossed over a loose tunic. “They seem pretty young.” He spoke out, taking everyone's attention. “Not more than a year.”

You shook your head at the blond talking. You didn't know who he was but you knew he was important enough to be in the room so you didn't question it. “No… just under half a year.” You expressed as you gently rocked the twins in your arms allowing them to calm down.

Katsuki frowned slightly. “And you've been without your pack for a year?”

You let out a soft scoff as you carefully adjusted your daughter in your arms as she reached up to pet your face. “Not everyone welcomes pups from an unknown father.” You let out bitterly. You looked down at your daughter. “They wouldn't have let them live if I had stayed.”

“Half a year ago…” Katsuki let out softly. “That's… that's during winter-”

“You gave birth during the winter?” Eijiro let out concerned. “All on your own?”

“Well its not like a I had a choice.” You defended with a low hiss. “It's not like I could have come here.” You looked to Takeo specifically with a scowl, knowing his stance on you. “And it's not like I would be welcomed anywhere else with pups with me.” You moved forward, putting the pups down once more, allowing them to whine as you put them to sit down. “Which is why I came to leave them with you.”

You took a step back and kept your hands to yourself. Eijiro had never seen you look so emotionless, almost as if you were trying to detach yourself from the pups entirely. Your face was fallen and sullen. You swallowed down hard before looking up at all of them, tears lining your eyes but nothing else showing your mood on your face.

“I've done all I've can. I've weaned them off milk so they don't need me anymore. They can't survive with me out there, they would die. They don't need their mother anymore. They would have a better chance here with all of you, illegitimate but alive. And that's all a mother like me wants for her children. I don't want to join your pack, I don't need the scrutiny or humiliation that will be thrown at me and my children if I do.” You expressed as you bowed before them. “All I ask, is that you care for them, Eijiro.” That's when he noticed you were shaking. You were holding back sobs and cries as your voice came out weakly. “Please.”

Eijiro scowled as he held back his own emotions on the matter. You deserved to be with your pups, you deserved to be here with him where you could both watch over them together. You tried your best to keep them alive, you tried your best which is why you were here. You had no other choice. You couldn't do anything different. Eijiro half thought all this his fault, which it was. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Eijiro.” Entering the room was a pink haired she-wolf. She was beautiful, a toned beautiful body of perfect brown skin and hazel eyes. She wore shorts and a simple half tunic, exposing the soft expectant belly of growing pups. Her bump was still small, not larger than four months. She looked over to Eijiro and moved over to him. “I came as soon as I-" She paused at the sight of the twins. Two pups who looked undeniably like Kirishimas and couldn't have been from any of Eijiro's sisters or mother (the whole pack would have known). She looked to Eijiro who was quiet. He gave her a look and Mina understood that this was something that would be explained to her eventually but something that wasn't recent, despite a slight look of guilt on his face.

So that was Mina…

She was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Probably perfect for Eijiro in every way shape and form. She wasn't you afterall.

Eijiro looked to you. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked you. “I'm sure you can-"

“It's okay.” You assured him with a sad smile. “This isn't what I want but it's what's necessary. I can't be selfish.”

Yua had a sad look as she looked up to her husband. Takeo was silent as he allowed Eijiro to handle this until there was a need to interfere. Yua was worried. She felt as though this wasn't right and yet… she understood your reasoning and could see no other option. You were right, you couldn't just stay. Yua put on a sad smile as she looked at you, almost from one mother to another. “What are their names?”

You looked down, shame coming up your throat. “I… I didn't name them. It's… it’s easier that way. I thought their father should do that.” You explained. “They respond to anything, they're smart pups.” You looked to Katsuki with a hard swallow. “You walked me in. May… may you escort me out, please?”

Katsuki looked to Takeo who was silent for a moment, but motioned that Katsuki could. Katsuki moved meaning that you could follow him.

You hesitated as you looked back at the twins. Your little girl smiled up at you and your sweet little boy looked at you and then at the blond. You tried to fight back tears as you looked at them. You would probably never see them again. Maybe one day they would hate you for leaving them and not fighting to stay, maybe they wouldn't even want to see you again should your stars align to meet with the two of them.

But you did know that it wouldn't stop you from loving them, and praying for them everyday. You scowled as you felt a sob in the back of your throat. You forced a smile on your face as you gave each of them a small kiss on their foreheads before moving over to Katsuki, wiping away tears you wouldn't allow to fall. The blond male pitied you. He really did. And part of him wished that this wouldn’t be so painful for you.

Before you could leave, Yua stepped forward towards you, grabbing your hand. She held your hand caringly. “I promise to take care of them.” You smiled at her promise, the look in her eye telling you that she was serious. You nodded and left after Katsuki.

Eijiro felt a tug in his heart as he watched you leave. He felt sick. He felt as though he was going to retch at the very idea that once again when you had just come back, you were leaving again and he would never see you again. Mina looked between her husband and back in the direction you went. With a deep breath she took his hand and dragged him after Katsuki, making his eyes widened in surprise.

It was an otherwise silent walk to the pack border. Uneventful as you willed yourself not to cry in grief. Finally Katsuki stopped, the land before him mostly bare and unclaimed and off away from their pack. He looked down to you. “Here we are.”

You bowed your head in gratitude. “Thank you.” You spoke softly.

“Y/N.” Eijiro spoke as he took a short jog towards you. Mina followed behind him, staying just a bit behind him but not too far away. His ruby eyes looked down at you and damn did you miss them. You gave him a weak smile. He was speechless for a moment before swallowing down hard. “Where… where are you going to go?”

You shrugged. “Maybe the north. I've heard of a few good packs there.” You turned to look at Mina. You looked down to her stomach and instinctively she rested her hands to her bump. “How far long are you?”

She gave you a friendly smile. “Three months.”

You hummed with a nod. You looked up at Eijiro. “Take care of her, take care of them.” You meant it genuinely even if it came out quieter than you wanted it to be.

He wanted to reach over and hug you. Sweep you into his arms and never let go, but he was afraid he would never let go of you again. He nodded his head with a broken smile.

With that you turned around away from him. With the cracking of bones where skin became fur, you stood as your wolf. You glanced back at Eijiro for just a second before running away. You didn't look back after that and all Eijiro could do was watch as you slipped out of his fingers again.

#kirishima x reader #mha x y/n #eijiro x reader #werewolf au #werewolf kirishima #werewolf kirishima x reader #werewolf kirishima x werewolf reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #alpha kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima smut #eijirou kirishima smut #kirishima smut #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro smut #kirishima eijiro smut #bnha #mha

365 notes · View notes

aethon-recs · 9 months

Text

Themed Rec List | Harry-Raises-Tom Riddle Recs

Another one of my all-time favorite Tomarrymort themes is when Harry decides to raise Tom Riddle. Below is a selection of wonderful fics where Harry is Tom's primary caretaker for some or all points during his childhood, such as going back in time to adopt Tom, or existing as a disembodied voice in Tom’s head, mentoring and guiding him through the ups & downs of his unfortunate childhood circumstances.

Many of these fics ask the question, could Tom have turned out differently if he had experienced a better, kinder upbringing? How much of Tom's nature is nature versus nurture, and how much influence can Harry even exert? These questions and more are explored in the >1 million words of Harry-raises-Tom Riddle fic linked below.

See here for Part 1 of this theme: Voldemort-Raises-Harry Tomarrymort Recs 🤍

47 Days to Change by snow_owl01 (E, 201k, complete)

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle are enemies, born adversaries, prophesied leaders of opposite factions. An unfortunate tale of one man's failed attempt to mold young Tom into a decent, law-abiding citizen. Instead, as Fate will have it, young Tom grows up to become the same twisted psychopath, who is hell-bent on winning the love of his adoptive father, Harry's consent be damned.

A Single Love by Vera_DragonMuse (E, 23k, complete)

If Tom had been raised by Harry instead, would he have grown up to be Lord Voldemort?

Animus, Anima by @maiathoustra (M, 145k, complete)

In limbo, Harry doesn't choose to go back to the Forbidden Forest to face Voldemort. He makes another decision and finds himself in a baby's body: little Tom Riddle. Years pass that intimately bind the orphan and his imaginary friend into a hopeless and incestuous relationship. Indeed, all the odd events of Tom Riddle's life happen in spite of Harry's presence: could he be the one who provokes them? This is Tom Riddle's entire life, as close to canon as possible, if he shared his body with Harry Potter (and fell in love with him).

complete by @cindle-writes (E, 9k, complete)

Everyone had always said that Voldemort was an alpha, and Harry didn't have any reason to presume otherwise. When he travels back in time to adopt Tom Riddle out of the orphanage, it never occurs to him there'd be any issue. What Harry doesn’t realize is that Tom is actually an unbonded omega.

Eudaimonia by @duplicitywrites (E, 16k, complete)

Harry travels back in time to save Merope Gaunt from dying. He takes her in, heals her illness, helps her when she gives birth to her son... and then falls prey to her love potion. Despite his lack of exposure to the outside world, it doesn't take Tom long to realize something is off about his parents' marriage. It takes even less time for him to decide his loving father deserves better.

Growing Pains by @whisprchrysalis (M, 113k, WIP)

June 24th, 1995. The night that Lord Voldemort regains his human form and attempts to fight Harry to the death, their wands collide, shared by a beam of gold light. And then, Lord Voldemort's volatile, recently-regenerated human form morphs into something else entirely. Into his seven-year-old de-aged self. Now he's young Tom Riddle, fresh out of Wool's Orphanage.

Paved With the Best Intentions by @perhaps-sunlight (M, 81k, WIP)

Instead of dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort de-ages into an infant. Until he becomes old enough to be legally executed, he will be magically bound to Harry.

The Abyss by AislingSiobhan (E, 36k, complete)

Nietzsche was right: when fighting monsters, Harry should have been more careful not to become one himself. That didn’t matter anymore. It was too late to save himself, yet he could still save the world from Voldemort. But who would save Voldemort from him?

the babytrap series by @cindle-writes, @crowcrowcrowthing, @duplicitywrites (E, 5k, complete)

This little boy, barely five years old and Tom Riddle in miniature, boasted beautiful emerald eyes. “A piece of you,” Tom said lightly, kissing Harry’s cheek in greeting, “and a piece of me.”

the eternal flame by @duplicitywrites (E, 25k, WIP) — with lovely art by @kagariasuha and more lovely art by @chiocchi

There’s a well-dressed older man who enters the orphanage asking after Tom Riddle. The man’s green eyes fix on Tom’s face, searching and searching. His expression is conflicted, sad and hurt. Almost like he’s grieving, only that doesn’t make any sense because Tom is right here. “My name is Harry Gaunt,” the man says, the tenor of his voice soft and faltering, a reflection of Tom's deepest, most secret anxieties, “and I’m here to adopt you.”

Times, he remembers by SpitFire97 (T, 4k, complete)

A green-eyed stranger whisks Tom to a distant future to prevent the Dark Lord from getting to Tom. It’s not his fault he misunderstands.

Three Turns Should Do It by @vdoshu (M, 284k, WIP)

When Harry tried to cast a Patronus to save himself, Sirius, and Hermione from hundreds of Dementors, he created a paradox, and found himself ripped out of time entirely. Many years earlier, Tom Riddle was just a lonely boy who wanted to be happy. But history was written by the victors, and the monster of Lord Voldemort was not what Harry found when he was no longer adrift. Time was a tricky thing, and fate, even trickier. It would take plenty of friends, and family, and just so much time, but maybe—maybe—together they could change fate.

What He Grows To Be by @k-s-morgan (M, 267k, complete)

Tom Riddle is a frightening coil of darkness, cruelty, and greatness, and changing him is Harry’s only hope for saving people he loves. Going back in time, he takes Tom from the orphanage, but his optimism shatters with every year they spend together. Tom still longs for darkness. Tom stifles him in his possessiveness. Tom is fixated on him to the point of destroying the world just to keep him. But Harry loves him. And the future changes.

“Would you like to come with me?” by @chiocchi (SFW, art)

The Wool’s Orphanage adoption scene. Adorable heartwarming art piece.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #harry raises tom riddle

252 notes · View notes

thebibliosphere · 9 months

Note

Telling you cause I don't know who else to tell: Have you heard, they've made a tv-show version of one of those wattpad werewolf stories? Those "Oh I'm mated to the alpha but because I'm a loser he rejected me" stories

Forgot to mention it's named "Fated to my forbidden Aplha"

----

Oh god, they did what? I see ads for those stories all over my Instagram feed. They're always unhinged.

240 notes · View notes

s-rosie · 4 days

Note

Plz can u make Avery’s hc ? Thaaaaaaankkkssss

AHAHAHA MY FIRST ASKKKK!!! sry it took me so long to get to, im really busy but im so happy to make this. i hope you like it😊

Avery is a really good painter and painted a mural on the wall of her future baby’s nursery

avery has low iron and is dizzy all of the time (im projecting)

ave loves kids and whenever she meets kids that are fans, she gives them gifts and makes sure to give extra attention to them

she has a collection of snuggies because she is always cold (low iron)

she is a huge disney fan and sometimes dresses up as her favorite characters to heal her inner child

ever since she got a better group of people to surround herself with, she cries more often because she feels safe around them

even tho it she lived in a shitty town, she sometimes gets homesick for Connecticut and visits

she has a stuffed animal collection

her guard is always up, so if someone even comes up from behind her (not even trying to scare her), she will scream and possibly hit them (on accident, its just her reflexes)

when reading texts, she has the wildest expressions and everyone finds it hilarious

she has watched all of those shitty short movies (think “fated to be- my forbidden alpha”) and sometimes nash will watch with her

ave started taking ballet classes and she is surprisingly good, considering how clumsy she is

avery is obsessed with making those tiktok transition videos (like when they snap and they are dressed)

she says the most out of pocket things sometimes and the others religiously quote them (xander even got some of them made on t-shirts)

she can drop it down low, but only does it on special occasions

ave can pole dance (not in a dirty way) and only max knows she can (when she does in front of max, max throws cash at her, so ave stopped doing it in front of max)

she is an excessive nail biter and will not stop even if her nails are bleeding (and if there are no nails left to bite, she will bite the skin around her nail and cuticle) (im projecting again)

ave loves strawberries and all strawberry things, jamie got her a strawberry cardigan, and she wore it all spring

she is allergic to metal and has to put a clear coating over jewelry so she can wear it

avery is insecure about her looks because of haters, but she decided that she would document her insecurities and imperfections so little girls that look up to her would be confident in themselves and see that you can be beautiful and confident no matter what you look like

ave learned sign language so she could talk to fans (especially kids) with hearing loss

she owns many pairs of expensive pajamas, but only wears an old, beat up pair from before she got rich, or jameson’s pajamas

she has a media trained smile, but when she gets really happy, she smiles so big her eyes close and everyone finds it adorable

avery goes on rants sometimes about how surreal being rich and famous is

when she meets famous people, she acts normal then calls max and just rants about how star-struck she is about meeting them

these are the hcs!!! i hope you like them💖 please give me more requests anout ehat to make next. tysmmm

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #grayson hawthorne #libby grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #maxine liu #headcanon #tig headcanons

35 notes · View notes

fleet-of-fiction · 5 months

Text

Jake Kiszka x Narrator & Sam Kiszka x OC.

Chapter Two

Summary: The Jones Family are new additions to the sleepy community of Beech Run. A tight knit scattering of rural houses, where everyone knows everyone. Deeply religious and overbearingly strict, the daughters of the family are kept under lock & key by a fanatical Father and submissive Mother. They watch from bedroom windows as their neighbours, The Kiszkas, draw intense curiosity and desire to be free. Madness of youth , hope & obsession collide to bring the danger of forbidden love to poetic ends. (Era A/U)

A/N: This chapter is particularly seeped in religious doubt. There's sexual activity in church. Spanking and cock warming and talk of it being a punishment from God. If you are particularly religious or have any trauma regarding this I urge you not to read. These views are the views of a character I have created and do not directly display the views of the writer.

Warnings:Religious trauma. Parental trauma. Intense emotions including desire, obsession, grief and yearning.Loss of virginity.Explicit sexual activity.Heavy praise kink.Severe edging.Oral sex m/f.Fingering.Masturbation.Dirty filth talk.

Summer 1984

I would have taken a thousand punishments in the wake of the memory of that hazy afternoon. Surrounded by tall grass and the sound of crickets on the breeze. Jake, and his exploration of my body, like a dream that I'd yet to wake from. Still frames in my mind, of his mouth and his eyes and his voice. I could still smell his flesh long after I parted from him. Consumed by it even as I stood at the foot of the stairs, beyond the hour of our curfew. My fate already sealed.

Jolene was unrepentant. The flush of her cheeks and the ravaging of her hair telling a story that she would never utter in words. I knew better than to ask. But when she'd appeared, breathless and without remorse, I knew that Sam Kiszka had been gifted with her heart, and perhaps more.

I don't think either of us came away from that afternoon exactly as we'd arrived. If innocence was the price paid, I felt a little richer for what I'd received in return. Perhaps a bird with clipped wings losing it's feathers, only to find that beneath there was an even greater bird just waiting to fly. That was how I imagined myself. On the verge of taking flight.

"Explain to me, boy."

Dad was standing in the hall, formidable and with a rage simmering away beneath a steady gaze. I'd only ever seen him this vexed once before, during a time when he'd been forced to reconsider the limits of his power over our brother. I thought, perhaps, that Ben would take his moment to exert his mounting power. But he wasn't the alpha, not yet.

"Car trouble, Dad." He replied nonchalantly, throwing his jacket on the bannister. "We're only a half hour late."

He would lie for us, but only to better serve his own needs. If he wanted to take Harriet Dinsmore out again and use the car, he'd have to pretend that nothing nefarious had happened out there while he was meant to be our escort.

"Don't you lie to me, boy!"

The way he spat the words out made me flinch. Instinctively reaching for Jolene's hand. The two of us ravaged and ruined by those boys, softly acknowledging that flower petals had been plucked in those fields. And we would take whatever punishment would accompany it.

"I had a phone call from Mrs. Dinsmore. Thanking me for my son getting Harriet home at a reasonable hour." He said, meeting his son at eye level. "And then she also happened to mention that young Lewis had been glad to see my girls down at the creek today."

I sensed the fear in Ben's eyes. The boy he once was never too far away. Bolstered by his freedom and the reluctance to lose it, he backed down immediately. And my lungs deflated.

"I left them in town, I swear." He pleaded, "I didn't know they went to the creek. I swear, Dad!"

It was pitiful. The way his cheek was turned as our Father struck it. That painful retrospect of what he could or should have said playing over and over in his mind as he looked directly at us. As if somehow Jolene and I had caused this. As if he didn't understand quite fully how free will worked just yet, and he'd had a choice. He could have told the truth.

"I'll deal with you later."

There was a look of reproach as Ben stormed up the stairs, clutching his cheek in a shame that was yet to properly manifest itself. He'd treat us like ghosts for the rest of the summer, but we truly didn't mind.

I was sad to see him go, still. Without the focus on Ben it meant that it was my turn to feel my Father's wrath. A wrath that he truly believed was descended from God himself. Sometimes I wondered if the truly believed that, or if it was a diocese of lies he told himself in order to sleep at night as the tyrant he truly was.

"I expected better from you." He said, standing with his finger extended at me. "I expect my daughters to uphold the values of this house and the church we embody. Not go against my word at the first opportunity."

He cast his eye towards Jolene, who would stand firm. She'd finally experienced something worth holding on to. Something she would protect, even in the face of God's wrath; which seemed to always wear our Fathers face.

"Dad, we're sorry." I apologised, although the validity of it felt like a sin within itself. "We had every intention to go into town with Ben. It was awful hot though, and we just wanted to cool off by the water. We didn't know that there would be others down there. Promise."

There were flecks of spit in the corners of his mouth as he leaned in. A tremble of his lip as he tried to keep his tongue in check. I could see my Mother lingering in the kitchen door way, like a shadow that bore no use without the shade she dwelled in. Both of them prisoners to their own demeanours. I hoped that there'd been a time, once, where they'd known how it felt to lay down and feel what I had felt that afternoon.

"Proverbs 19:9 - A false witness shall be punished, and a liar shall be caught." He quoted, as he often did, when he needed witness to his tyranny. "And I'll not have liars for children."

I didn't feel much like a child. And he would see me punished like the young woman I was becoming. Yanking me away from my sister, digging venom into my flesh with fingertips that intended to bruise me.

"You'll go to the church. And you'll pray on it until the sun comes up. And if I don't find you on your knees, you'll stay there until supper tomorrow."

Jolene knew better than to protest. Her hands flew to her mouth as he handled me out of the door and out towards the car. Her silent pleas for him to let me go left on the tip of her tongue. I wouldn't struggle. And she knew that I would go to my punishment as willingly as she would go to hers. And somehow, we knew, that we'd meet in the aftermath.

I was grateful for the sweet coolness of the church floor. The ebb and flow of a breeze that in the shade was a welcome respite from the summer heat. My knees were bent, pressed into the red velvet tuffet as I rested my elbows on the solid wooden edge of the kneeler bench. Genuflecting to the lord with my fingers entwined and a solemn knot in my stomach.

That was where he found me. Alone in my retribution. The gentle click of the church door alerting me to his presence, although I didn't turn and look. I allowed the echo of his footsteps to guide him towards me, my eyes burning into the effigy of Jesus Christ on the cross. My knuckles white, palms growing steadily more sweaty.

In the candle light it appeared as if Jesus was smiling at me. And I wondered if it were a cruel trick to lull me into thinking that I was absolved. The devil painted such a beautiful picture in my mind, and he arrived just when I thought I could be saved.

"I followed you." He said, his voice echoing against the rafters. "I didn't think he was going to leave you here, though."

He would know me in my anguish. I dared to turn my head a little, greeting him with a soft apology for the state in which he'd found me in.

"You should leave, Jake." I whispered, afraid that if my voice carried any higher God himself would hear.

He was wearing the same shorts, sunburnt shoulders now covered by a light blue shirt. Half of his hair tied back, the rest tumbling down against his neck. As I swallowed, I realised my mouth was unflinchingly dry. The sight of him an unholy memory of what he had done to me mere hours ago.

"I'm not leaving this church until you do." He assured me, slumping down onto the dusty floor, his back against the kneeler. He propped his forearms up on bent knees and sighed heavily. He didn't ask me to stop praying. He just...sat there.

"You'll be here until dawn." I warned him.

"So be it." He replied, without hesitation. "If I'm the cause of your punishment, I'll be the remedy too."

I didn't quite know what he meant. I didn't dare ask him to explain. The darkness was drawing ever closer and the temperature was dropping. The candles flickered in the encroaching draft, and my knees began to give way. The warmth of the afternoon felt like a fever dream. And he could feel the way my body began to tremble against the enormity of it all.

"Here." He offered, rising to press himself against my back, "Lean against me."

He took a little of my weight, but still didn't make me stop my prayers. He was like scaffolding around me, holding me up as I tried to right the perceived wrong I had done. His body still felt warm and tender against mine, his breath exhaling on the line of my jaw. His chest against me, arms tucked around my waist. I felt completely detached from the divine. As if my soul wanted nothing more than to dwell with Jake.

"We didn't do anything wrong today, Bonnie. You know that, right?"

I wasn't a moral compass on what was right and what was wrong. All I knew was that I'd done something which merited the endurance of midnight prayer. I couldn't speak to it, the softness within which I recalled the heat of the afternoon. It had me tongue tied as I tried to speak to God and beg for his forgiveness for such wretched wickedness. The wickedness of pleasure.

But God didn't speak to me that night. The only voice I could hear was Jakes.

"Do you want to be punished?" He asked, "For what we did?"

His question caught me off balance. My breath caught a little and a tiny, almost indiscernible gasp escaped my lips. This involuntary move made him hold me a little closer, a little tighter. Pulling my body up and more earnestly against him.

"God see's everything." I replied, trying to breathe against his palms that were flat to my sternum. "I'll be punished regardless."

He breathed an amused little sigh into my ear.

"If God see's everything, he's an immoral voyeur who knows that the flesh he created cries out for touch." He explained, taking the liberty of wrapping his fist around the hem of my dress. "Don't you think what we did down by the creek was a gift from God?"

When I thought about it like that, like it was God's hand guiding me into sin, I didn't want to believe in him anymore. And not because the God I'd been raised to fear might have been a foolish idea created by men who desired control over others, but because there seemed to be no God that could ever satisfy me.

"What are you saying?" I asked, keeping still as he pulled my dress up, revealing my underwear to the altar.

"Puppets. All of us. Moving around by the command of one puppeteer." He continued, his voice low and commanding. "All seems a little... inconceivable. Doesn't it?"

I was powerless to stop it. The thrum of blood beating in my core. The way it seemed that every muscle and sinew in my body seemed weak against his strength.

"All these moving parts, tethered by invisible strings to a hand nobody can see." He preached now, tucking the back of my dress into my bra strap, viciously pulling down my panties until I was fully exposed where I knelt. "You could kneel at this altar for hours in penance and feel nothing. Or you could let me help you feel something."

"You blaspheme." I whispered, closing my eyes as he slipped a righteous palm down the curve of my ass.

"You blaspheme!" He growled, "Against yourself, against your body...against me."

Perhaps I did. Fear was the definition of every corner I'd ever turned. Fear of God. Fear of my Father. Fear of wanting something I knew neither of those things would ever allow. It all seemed trivial though, somehow, when Jake ran such careful hands over me. When I could feel his body responding to mine. Heavenly, almost.

"Proceed, then." I allowed, fingertips digging into the bench. "If you're here to make me feel something. Go ahead."

If Jake was here, perhaps he was sent by God to instruct my punishment? Or maybe it was all just a bunch of nonsense. Maybe he was here because he wanted to be? Maybe all of this was just fuelled by nothing more than two people who wanted this?

I could feel the trembling in his body as he prepared himself. My underwear languished at my knees, my dress pulled up so that my entire lower body was on display. I remained in my kneeling position as he pulled himself back, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want to be punished, Bonnie?" He asked again.

"There is no God, is there?" I almost sobbed. "Only us?"

"Have faith in me." He replied so softly, his hand slowly riding down my thigh. "I'll never worship anything but you, Bonnie. I swear it."

I'd never forget that night in the church. The way my fear in God died and in it's place was planted a new found obsession for pleasures I'd been repeatedly denied.

Jake was nothing if not gentle with me. The soft rise and fall of his hand as it skimmed the inside of my legs, parting them a little where I knelt. His arm was pressed against my collar bone, keeping me steady when I might weaken. His subtle whispers were for me, not even God was privy to them as he spoke directly into the shell of my ear.

And then I knew his purpose. The slow roll of my body as he leaned it forward. The sharp recoil of his previously gentle palm as it reeled back. And the bitter sting of it as it connected with my flesh. The sound echoing around the church walls. And my silent scream ringing out into the far reaches of my mind, unable to flow out of my mouth as I bit down heavily on my lower lip.

Jakes hand lingered on my ass. Squeezing it as he centred himself. The very act he'd just performed seemed to draw such high levels of arousal that his breath seemed to cease for a moment. His mouth resting breathlessly against my shoulder as he pulled back once more. This time the connection was even more unyielding. And he moaned, digging fingertips into my tissue where I knew it would bruise.

Each time he spanked me I could feel myself drawing closer to something divine. Not God, not a deity I could believe in. The tears of it dripped down my inner thigh and rolled down my leg into the fabric at my knees. This was something else. Something only Jake could give me. My senses were entirely heightened. The sound of it against church rafters. The sting of it on my reddened skin. The pain of each squeeze as he revelled in it, and the way he seemed to go deeper into an arousal he could only speak of in feral groans with each snap.

"Your silence wont make a difference." He said, noticing the droplets between my legs for the first time. "Your body speaks where your voice will not."

I was still learning. "Once more." I urged.

I needed it. Whatever this feeling was. I craved it. The way his reactions made me wetter and wetter. The way his ministrations made it unbearable for him. The way I knew it was because of me that he damn near sank his teeth into the flesh at the base of my neck. Fighting for his life as he breathed harder. Kneading my ass cheek, rolling his palm over the heat.

"Tell me how much you need it." He begged, "Tell me how much you need my palm across your sweet little ass."

I began to think, perhaps, that he needed it more than I.

"Is it wrong how badly I need it?" I dared to ask, my voice quiet and small.

"No." He breathed. "You don't have to be pure if you don't want to be."

He did it again. Harder. With more vicious intent. The sensation of it sending ripples through my flesh and down into the folds of my beating pussy. That time I couldn't hold myself together. Whimpering so wretchedly that the candle flames danced in my breath.

"Again." I beseeched.

He didn't preach to me again that night. He pummelled his hand over my ass repeatedly until I gushed a river. My cries finally finding their voice. Ascending like a choir into the bell tower. With each switch of his wrist he grew more insatiable. And it seemed that he couldn't bear it any longer once he was done with me. Almost as if all it would take would be one more strike to make him ravage me.

He was exhausted by the time he hastily pulled up my panties. Ruffling down my dress, making it appear as if he'd never touched me at all. Nuzzling against my neck, his nose pressed against my jaw. Trying to swallow and breathe, like he'd lost all control. And despite the drop in the temperature, his brow was covered in a sheen of sweat.

I fell helplessly into his arms. My legs buckled under the weight of what we'd done. And he held me tenderly. The hand which had executed my desired punishment now brushing back my hair and lovingly stroking across my temple. I didn't reach orgasm, neither did he. But there was this strange comforting feeling I knew we both shared that something had inexplicably changed there in the church that night.

Once we had both calmed, we found ourselves tangled in a sweet embrace as we sat on the cool church floor. He coiled a light touch beneath my chin, cupping it in the curve of his index finger as he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. And he kissed me with all the uncontrollable arousal he'd supressed. His tongue explored mine. His gentle lips soft like pillows, opening and closing at slow intervals to allow his tongue to retract. Pulling back just enough to look into my eyes as daylight began to turn the black night into a pale blue hue.

"Why don't you ever stand up to him, your Dad?" He asked, playing absently with my fingers as we held each other. "You're eighteen. Surely that has to count for something?"

I knew he would ask eventually, I thought perhaps it would have come a little later.

"It's not like it is at your house." I sighed, "Your parents actually care about what you want. I don't think my Dad ever stopped to wonder if any of us wanted any of this. It just... is."

He stroked the back of my hand and curled both of his around it, closing around it like an oyster shell. "It doesn't have to be."

I wanted to join him in his hopefulness. But with the sun coming up I knew that I would have preferred to face the consequences of him being there alone. Another punishment. Another atonement for something I'd done that felt good.

"You'd better go before he gets here to pick me up." I responded, with my heart sinking even as the words spilled out. "I don't want you to have to deal with him."

But Jake was staunch. Sometimes I forgot that he was older than me.

"I'd take him on in a heartbeat if it meant that I got to keep you." He said reluctantly, sweeping his lips across my cheek. "Find what you love...and let it kill you."

The day I met Jake was the day that everything started to make sense. The night I spent with Jake in that church was the night I knew why. The pieces of my life finally started to fit. And there was no joy to be found in anything except for him. And I knew that I was irrevocably in love with him. Doomed, some might say.

Jolene was sitting in the window as I arrived home. Her forlorn morning stare reaching out to me through the glass as I climbed out of the car, the journey home wordless and without any conclusion. My Father had simply walked into the church, ascertained that I hadn't fallen asleep at my post, and opened the door for me to walk outside.

The weary walk to my room was peppered with my Mother taking my cardigan at the door and sheepishly asking me if I was feeling alright. I felt a sense of betrayal from her that usually simmered below the surface, but that particular morning it raged so aggressively I could barely look at her.

"May I go to sleep now?" I asked, ascending the stairs as my Dad silently nodded his approval.

No sooner had I opened the door, Jolene flew to it. Dark circles painted beneath her eyes, as if she hadn't drawn a wink of sleep either. Her nails bitten down to the quick and almost manic as she gripped my shoulders.

"Did Jake find you?" She demanded, frantic as I tried to sit at my desk. "I saw him, his car sped out of the driveway after Dad took you out. He looked pretty pissed."

There was a strange sense that my head was under water. It felt like my ears were blocked and my vision blurred. I hadn't slept, I'd been on high alert. And every time I thought it was safe to, I forgot that it hurt to sit down.

"Yes, yes... he found me." I sighed, pulling off my dress and slipping into my night gown. "We can talk about it later, now I really need to sleep."

She continued to fret as I climbed into bed. I hadn't realised that my body had been tensed, my muscles suddenly relaxing as I pulled my blanket around me. In here nothing else mattered and I closed my eyes. Feeling Jolene's unease as she lingered on the edge of her bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Let me sleep, Jo." I said, eyes still clamped shut.

She hesitated a little before responding.

"I had sex with him, Bonnie." She whispered, forcing me to open my eyes.

I wasn't really sure what I'd expected her to say. That perhaps they'd exchanged a sweet kiss. That she'd let him trail his fingers up her shirt, but nothing quite so absolute as the full act.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reluctantly sitting up as a beam of morning light began to creep in through the crack in the curtains.

She rolled her eyes and began wringing her hands between the folds of her night gown nervously.

"That's why we were late to get back to meet Ben." She explained, her eyes trained on the closed bedroom door. "All of this is my fault. I should have been the one doing midnight prayer. I'm the reason we were late. I'm the one who committed the sin."

She'd endured her own type of punishment. I could see it in the way she couldn't settle. Her knees in a frenzy as they shook up and down, her fingers in her mouth as she continued to chew on her nails. I opened up my blanket and invited her to lay with me. Immediately she drew the same calm as I had from being shrouded in pillows and blankets. Our bodies side by side as I hunkered down with her. Something we hadn't done since childhood.

"Was it what you wanted?" I asked, delicately pushing her hair away from her tired face. "With Sam? Did you do it because you wanted to?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Of course I wanted to. He didn't make me do anything. Maybe I got caught up in the moment, but he was gentle with me from start to finish."

He was just like Jake. She weaved a tale so soft and seeped in romanticism that I was swept away with it. The way he'd offered her his hand to hold. The way he'd wanted to show her where all the fish liked to gather at an old bridge further down the creek, and they'd sat with their feet dangling off the edge talking about nothing of consequence. It sounded like a perfect summer afternoon. And she'd let him kiss her on that bridge for the first time, her and I locked in our unfolding stories at the same time.

"One minute we were kissing on that bridge and the next he scooped me up and carried me to the river bank. I don't think either of us had any idea what we were going to do. It just...happened."

She didn't have an inkling of regret. Even though she was sleep deprived, there was a sparkle there in her eyes as she talked about him. About the way he'd soothed her with caresses, assuring him it was what she wanted when he would have stopped. Calling her his little grasshopper because she'd been so excitable. He'd been slow and careful with her, repeatedly asking if she was ok throughout the whole thing. Taking care not to hurt her. Promising to shoulder the brunt of any punishment laid out.

"He's going to ask Dad for permission to date me." She said wistfully, "I told him that it didn't matter whether he asked for permission or not, that we'd never be allowed to date. But he was adamant. He said he wasn't going to let it come between us."

Our secrets were ours to keep. I knew that the minute Sam Kiszka crossed that street and onto our porch that they would unravel. I wanted to keep our secrets safe. It didn't matter how many punishments we endured. Jake seemed to understand this. His was a far more mature and level headed approach. Jake would have followed me anywhere, in pursuit. He would have snatched me up and taken me anywhere I pleased. But he knew better than to try to defy a man who was neither sound nor reasonable.

"I know he think's that he's doing the right thing, but he can't ask Dad to date you. It'll only make things worse." I worried, careful not to bring my own intentions into it.

Jolene's eyes moved down. Gentle disappointment laced in her heavy breath. When she looked up it was with forlorn dismay. A film of tears threatening to spill over her lashes.

"He's in my bones now, Bonnie." She sniffed. " I want my chance with him in every life time, not just this one. Don't you understand that?"

Such a romantic little thing, she was. I carried the bruises of the sexual deviances of what I'd done, but she'd known something I'd yet to know. A secret that was all hers, that I was no part of. I wondered why Jake hadn't tried to have sex with me, why her and Sam had come to it so soon? She was so eager to have everything so suddenly, part of me wondered if she hadn't instigated it herself.

It didn't really matter. Her mind was so staunchly set that I couldn't argue with it.

"Ok." I conceded. "Well, did it hurt?"

The swell of her smile was enough to keep me awake. The fissures of a giggle threatening to give way.

"A little." She replied, "I didn't know what to do at first. He laid me down and touched me, told me it was so that I'd be ready. And then he kissed me all the way down until his mouth was... you know...and then he kissed me there a little while. I don't know what came over me, I just knew that I'd let him have his way after that."

A flush of pink rushed to her cheeks. She seemed more awake than she had been a moment ago.

"And then... it was like a hot knife cutting through butter. Smooth and slow. And I could feel it sting, but only for a moment. And he asked me if I was alright, he never stopped looking into my eyes for any hint of pain. I just kept nodding, trying to keep it together. Not knowing if I should make a sound or stay silent. If I should move and let him do all of it. I just laid there for the first few minutes, taking it all in. Like even as it was happening I knew I'd recall it like a dream."

Theirs was a sweet summer love. A tender fairytale I could see a shadow lingering behind. But I didn't dare tell her. I hoped that it was stay where it was and leave them be. She deserved a summer of love.

It made me wonder what was going on in Jakes mind. The opportunity to descend into sexual madness had presented itself twice now, and twice he hadn't tried to take my virginity. I questioned whether it was a long game he was playing, or if he simply did not desire to have it.

"Did you do it with Jake?" She asked, almost as if she'd heard the reverb of my thoughts.

I couldn't lie to her. "Not all the way. With him, it's like he's playing this long game. Almost like he can't bear to take it too far too soon."

I knew she would think that I judged her. But what one brother would do wasn't always going to be what the other did. She was well suited to Sam, and yet their shared penchant for chaos was the face of that very shadow I could see behind them.

"Do you love him?" She asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes as the sun crept in.

That was something which seemed to have a more simple response. I didn't know his favourite colour or the way he liked his eggs cooked. I didn't know what songs he liked to listen to in the car on long journeys, or if he ever sang in the shower. These were things I ached to know, and resolved to know in due course. The little things. It was the biggest thing which drew me to my conclusion.

"He took a risk coming to the church last night." I replied, feeling my eyelids grow ever heavy. "For that alone, I will love him."

It felt as if I'd only closed my eyes for a moment. I was drifting from a dream that I wouldn't remember when I opened them. I could hear familiar voices rising, my name somewhere on the breeze. Perhaps I was still dreaming? Somewhere in the distance I could hear my Father's voice. His venomous sermon waking me, and I sat bolt upright in a panic that I hadn't known would come.

I had no sense of the time. The sun was beating down from the centre of the sky, my curtains rippling in the warm summer breeze as my window sat at half mast. And outside the peace of the afternoon was broken by the sound of my sister's screams.

I grabbed my robe off the hook on the back of the door and flew downstairs. The front door was wide open, so rarely was it ever left like that; I knew immediately that something was wrong.

My Mother was standing on the porch, pacing a little as she watched from her safely appointed spot in the background. My Dad was standing at the foot of the driveway, holding Jolene back as he pointed an ominous finger at Sam. He was flanked by his older brothers, who were trying to convince him to pull back. Jolene was crying. Tears streaming down her face, begging to be let go of. Trying to rip at Dad's shirt, like an animal caught in a snare trying to fight for it's life.

The moment I appeared Jake's eyes lost their focus. He let go of his brother. Bile began to rise in my throat and I shook my head, terrified that he was about to move towards me. The very motion of my head seemed to break his heart. He would have made his claim, would've fought for me. But now was not the time.

"Please, Mr. Jones. Just hear me out!" Sam pleaded, trying to reach for Jolene. "I love her, Sir. I wont hurt her, I promise!"

It was as if he couldn't feel the push and pull of his daughter who wriggled on the end of a hook that only he had the power to reel in. He barely shook against the onslaught of her efforts to break free. His eyes burning into the boy who had come to ask for his permission.

"You set foot over here again, boy, and I'll call the police. You hear me?!" He threatened, "This is my land. My daughter."

Josh was still fervently attached to Sam's shoulder.

"With all due respect, Sir, my brother is a good person. He doesn't mean any harm to your daughter." He reasoned, holding a palm up towards my Dad to signal a cease fire. "We only live across the street. Only seems natural they'd take a liking to each other."

He didn't know it, but he was kicking the hornets nest. I wanted to intervene, feeling useless as I stood there with a voice that couldn't speak and feet that wouldn't move. I felt no better than my Mother as I watched the screen door over at the Kiszka house fly open. Their sister appeared, trying to explain what was going on in violent hand gestures, as their Mother stormed across the front yard and over to where her boys were trying to avoid a scuffle.

"Marie, come and take your daughter." Dad said calmly, shoving Jolene back towards the house as my Mom scurried down the porch steps to retrieve her.

I stayed close by. I didn't know what else to do.

"Boys, get back in the house!" She demanded, pulling them apart like rubber bands. "Mr. Jones, I know you're a well respected pastor in this town but I don't like your attitude towards my family. We welcomed you in to the street, we were met with indifference. So I'd kindly ask that you don't raise your voice or your hand to my son again!"

The way she stood there, fierce and unflappable. I'd only seen her a handful of times, taking groceries into the house or tending to her flower beds around the edge of the porch. Sometimes she would sit with Mr. Kiszka on the porch of an evening. The two of them sharing a drink and watching the world go by. That sort of slow living I thought only existed in movies.

"You keep those feral mutts away from my girls." Dad argued, that terrible finger of devout judgement mere inches away from her face.

But she remained unperturbed. Josh and Jake lingered at her back, Jake not knowing whether to stay behind his Mother or come to my side. I continued to subtly shake my head every time I caught his eye.

Mrs. Kiszka, with her arms folded and her eyes wide with rage, kept her lip tucked firmly under her teeth as she weighed and measured my Father. I noticed Ben lingering by the garage door, an oily rag in his hand and the car bonnet propped up as he stared at the chaos unfolding. An onlooker, no better than I. And I hated myself for it.

"If my feral mutts go anywhere near your girls, it's because they were invited." She bit back, keeping her voice low and steady. "It only seems hospitable that we extend the invitation right back."

Such poise and grace deserved accolades. She took a few tempered steps back, raising a cheerful grin as she looked back at the house and regarded only me and my sister.

"Girls, you are more than welcome over at our house any time." She said sweetly, "You know, it's downright cruel the way you keep them cooped up like that during summer."

She gathered up her boys and began the triumphant walk back across the street. I knew the rage that simmered beneath my Father's still frame was unfathomable. He remained where he stood for a few more moments, deftly trying to fight against raising his voice or going over there to continue the fight.

I left him there. Taking Jolene from my Mother, ushering her back inside to calm herself. Utterly broken by the events that had unfolded. I looked back only once, to see Jake staring at me from his driveway.

Dad went into his office and slammed the door behind him, the sound shaking the walls of the house. I sat Jolene down at the kitchen table and made some tea, her face all pink and blotchy from the tears. I could hear the sound of lawn mowers humming outside in the distance, and Ben hammering away at something in the garage.

Like it had never happened.

But it had. And there was no going back from it. Shaken and ruined by it, I sat holding her hand. Trying to ignore our Mother as she appeared, cleaning away the dishes at the sink as if she was looking for something to occupy herself.

"You girls, you know you shouldn't get him angry like that." She dithered, almost as if she couldn't see the state in which Jolene remained in. "It's so much easier to just... not push his buttons."

"And I suppose by not pushing his buttons you mean never speak a word, stay in our rooms and be on our best behaviour at church?" I replied, urging Jolene to drink her tea.

She pushed it aside. "I don't care what anyone says, I won't be kept apart from him."

Mom dropped a glass in the sink. "Oh, Jolene... you know your Father just wants the best for you. To marry a good Christian boy from the church."

"I don't want no one but Sam!!!" She yelled, our Mother flinching back as if she'd thrown hands. "You'll never understand! Just because that's what you did, it doesn't mean that's what I have to do! Look at you, like a frightened little puppy! Scared of what he'll say if you step out of line! I'm not afraid anymore. And if you want me to stop seeing Sam, you'll have to kill me."

I didn't know it at the time, but Jolene had set in motion a course of events that would never be able to wash it's hands clean of the blood that would be spilled. I would often think back to that day in the kitchen and hear the sound of that glass shattering in the sink, our Mother's hand bleeding out under the run of the faucet. And I would wonder what might have been if she'd just kept it a secret a little while longer.

That night, I couldn't sleep. My pattern ruined from the previous night of wakefulness and the day I'd spent catching up. Unable to settle in my bones thereafter, after being woken so abruptly. Jolene had spent hours beneath her blanket, refusing to be comforted. Sobbing into her pillow until her breath had gone shallow and I could discern the waves and depth of sleep that had taken over.

I kept the window half open. The heat still bearing down, even when the sun had set. The trails of the night breeze gliding over my leg as I hitched it over my blanket and tried to distract myself with a book.

The way that Jake had looked at me was etched in every single thought I had. Barely able to eat supper at the excrutiatingly silent dinner table, unable to focus on anything but the way he'd wanted to step to me. That same tangible desire that was being screamed out of Jolene's lungs existed within mine.

Only mine was a little quieter. A little more serene. But no less bold in it's approach. I wanted him so bad I couldn't read any of the words on the page. I had to actively stop myself from going to the window to see if he was waiting there with a sign. I knew that if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself from climbing out and going to him.

I didn't need to wonder, though. The night was so thick with atmosphere, the sound of the crickets had shrouded his movements. It wasn't until his hands curled around the window frame, pulling it open as wide as it would go, that I looked up from my book and felt my heart begin to rage within my chest.

He fell into the room, knocking over my pencil pot as he climbed over my desk. Admonishing himself as Jolene stirred a little, but did not wake. He silently placed the pencils back where they belonged and stealthily moved over to my bed.

It felt as if I hadn't seen him for days. About to whisper my fears as he placed a warm hand to my mouth and hushed me before I could utter one word.

"Ssssh now." He whispered, "You don't want to get us caught, do you?"

I shook my head with his hand still firmly planted there. His body was firm against mine, his eyes scanning my face in the low, golden glow of my bed side lamp.

"You sure do look pretty when you're all tucked up in bed like that." He said quietly, smirking as he released me. "Get dressed. Meet me out on the porch roof."

I glanced at my alarm clock. It wasn't yet midnight. I knew that if I could slip back in before sunrise, the risk would be lessened. I thought about it as I watched Jake climb back out, waiting until he was completely through the frame before yanking off my night gown and carelessly picking up the first thing I could grab out of my closet. Conscious that one creak of the floor boards could wake Jolene.

Would I even care, even if I did get caught sneaking back in? Would the consequence be worth it? I clasped my bra on, pulling the straps over my shoulders as I shimmied into a pair of white linen shorts and a blouse. I shoved my feet into a pair of sandals and knew that the regret would haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn't climb out of that window right then and there.

The sight of Jake in the summer moon, silver light illuminating his side profile as he sat on the edge of the porch roof waiting me, it was all I needed to know that I might never climb back inside the window. He was looking up at the stars, completely enchanted by the expanse of little white dots scattered across the noir. And when he noticed me, his face transformed from one of spacial wonder to one that knew it's home when it saw it.

"Do you trust me?" He asked solemnly, extending his hand for me to take as I climbed out.

He was wearing a muted purple t-shirt, ripped at the hem and paired with a pair of washed out old levi's. His hair hadn't been brushed, I could make out the knots even in the light of the moon. The wild elements of him only serving to make my heart beat faster. There wasn't anything about Jake that made me think that I was about to enjoy a peaceful evening. Everything about him had my danger receptors firing in all cylinders. And yet, I did trust him.

"Why, shouldn't I trust you?" I asked, letting him guide me down the trellis that ran down the side of the porch, his hands reaching for my waist as he helped me onto the ground.

"That very much depends." He fired back, "If your Dad intends me to bring you back without knowing how much I've fallen in love with you, then no."

His words stilled me. There under the moon, he caught me with a gentle gaze that guided me into a kiss that could have been witnessed by every eye in the whole world and I wouldn't have cared. His palm rested on my cheek, his hips angled towards mine. Heaven tasted like his tongue which gently probed into my mouth and brushed over mine, sending a rush of arousal to my beating pussy.

"What happened today shouldn't have happened." He said, keeping his forehead rested against mine. "I can't pretend that I understand why the fuck your Dad is such a narcissistic bastard. But I'll take you the fuck away from here. Just say the word. I've been working at my Dad's music store, saved up enough to get my own car. A little left over, too. We can go anywhere you want. I'll look after you, Bonnie."

I almost died inside at the sentiment. Waves of heat and flutters of excitement churned away in my stomach as he awaited my response. There wasn't a single condition to the way that I loved him. I didn't know how or why or even when I knew that it was love, the exact moment I could have hand picked from the little ones we'd shared. But I knew, beyond all conviction, that I would have followed him into the fire and brimstone of hell if that was where he was destined to go.

Jake made the dead parts of me breathe again. The parts of me that I'd long since disregarded and thought could never be resurrected. And I wanted so badly to honour that. To take his hand and let him lead me as far away from Beech Run as was humanly possible. But I couldn't leave Jolene. Not with the threat of the days events still hanging over her head. Without me, there was no guiding light for her.

"I promise." I whispered against his open mouth. "One day I will ask you to take me away from here. But not yet..."

For now, I let him take me across the street and up the gravel of his driveway. Every light in his house was out, save for the flicker of something glowing behind the half raised garage door.

"I meant what I said." He reminded me, stopping right before he would open it fully. "I'm gonna show you how much I've fallen in love with you."

"Maybe I'll show you." I countered, leaving him a little bewildered as he pushed up the garage door.

"You deserve to have beautiful memories. I really hope this is one of them."

The garage was only a small space. Littered with music paraphernalia. Multiple piles of vinyl in cardboard sleeves. A few stereo systems of varying degrees of use were dotted about. There was a drum kit right at the back and a set of guitars leaning on stands sitting on a moth eaten old carpet. On the walls there were posters, some of them lovingly placed in glass frames and others haphazardly tacked to the wall and ripped at the edges. I didn't recognise any of the faces in the images, but they looked like musicians or from movies. In the centre of the room was a couch with a pull out bed. He'd taken the liberty of making it up, surrounded with pillows and several blankets and comforters like he'd tried to build a soft little nest.

And all around the room were the dainty flickers of tea light flames. Hundreds of them, lovingly placed and ignited to fill the room with a soft glow that gave me a lump in my throat as I looked at what he had done for me. If he had wanted me to remember this, it would always stand proudly at the front of everything I did that summer.

"You did all this, for me?"

He went over to one of the stereo's and at the very top was a record player. He set the pin into the grooves, and let it begin to spin. I didn't recognise the song, but it set the mood perfectly.

"This is the least of what I'd do for you." He said, pulling me in to slow dance as I rested my head against his shoulder. "And when you finally decide to run away with me, then you'll know how far I'm willing to go."

We made out on the pull out bed for a little while. His smile as I kissed his teeth made him giggle, sharing laughter as we kissed amongst the piles of vinyl and instruments. I could have stayed like that forever, just taking in the memory of his lips and the way it felt to have his arm tucked beneath my head as he pulled me in. Sometimes his hair would fall out from behind his ear and sweep across my cheek, making me shudder at the sensation of it. And he would gallantly tuck it back, taking a moment to catch my expressions in the candle light.

"Tell me what you know about sex." He said, playing with the cord on the waist band of my shorts. "Do you ever think about it?"

I suddenly felt so very small in his arms. "Of course I think about it."

The steady beat of his heart became so erratic I could hear it in his breath. He was doing anything to distract himself, twirling the little string of fabric between his fingers and only looking at me when I hadn't said anything for a while. Like he'd been waiting for me to speak and didn't want to break the spell.

"I know enough about sex to know that I think about it." I offered, "Why do you ask?"

He couldn't look me in the eye, then. Preferring to shoot his gaze at the stereo, the clear plastic hood of the vinyl section propped up like a car bonnet as the pin skipped over to the next song.

"What I did to you in the church... and in the field the other day... I don't want you to think that it's all I want." He sounded sincere, bringing his eyes back to me after he'd finished speaking.

I could see the conflict. His desire to protect me and fuck me at odds with one another. I pulled him into another superfluous kiss. It had been enough for him to do all this for me. To lay the bed out with all the soft comforters and pillows and light all the tiny little tea candles, pick out his favourite music and making sure he said all the right words.

"But I also want you to know that I would do it all again. Over and over. Because your body does something to me that is beyond all fucking reasoning." He trailed his hand down from my throat into the valley of my breasts. "It started the first time I saw you in the window. Took every ounce of strength I had not to get too hard. And then when I saw you coming towards me down by the creek, I felt dizzy for the first time over a girl. I wanted to give you something, something that would make you feel good. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know what you felt like. I couldn't get the thought out of my head for hours, even in the church I wanted to pull your panties all the way down. I wanted to just pull my zipper down and let it happen. But I knew that if I did, I'd regret it. You deserve to be courted sweetly. Not spanked to the edge of tolerance under God's roof..."

"I liked it." I cut him off, his fingertips pushing the edge of my blouse away from the curve of my breast. "I'm not made of porcelain, Jake. I wont break. I've been treated like I shouldn't be exposed to sex my whole life. Like it was a dirty sinful thing that would land me a one way ticket to hell. I don't care where I end up after I die. I just want to live..."

"Then we'll live." He agreed, wordlessly tugging at my clothes until he had taken them off and thrown them down by the bed.

In my underwear, I'd been conditioned to feel shame. But there was nothing but power there as Jake knelt at the foot of the bed and stared at me as if he'd unearthed buried treasure. His tongue sat the edge of his teeth, his eyes moving down from the way my hair tumbled over my breasts right down to the curve of my ankles.

"You ever seen a hard cock before?" He asked, shedding his t-shirt and unbuckling his belt. "I don't want to scare you."

I couldn't help but giggle. "I'm not afraid."

Perhaps there was a part of me that was curiously on edge. It wasn't fear, but as he began to take apart his zipper I could feel the apprehension rise. He didn't take his eyes off me. Carefully watching for my reaction as he pushed his levi's down. Beneath the fabric of his white boxer shorts I could make out the line of his cock. He gripped it tightly, giving it a little shake as he released some of the tension.

"It's not fully hard yet." He explained, "Do you want to touch it until it is?"

I swallowed thickly, the lump in my throat somehow bigger as he kicked off his jeans and scrambled up the bed to lay back down at my side.

"Show me how you like to be touched." I said, letting him guide my hand over the bulge, almost like the fabric between his flesh and mine was a slow introduction to how he liked it best.

"Just wrap your hand around it." He instructed, watching as I coiled my fingers around the shaft. "Yeah, just like that. And then squeeze it a little. And move up and down slowly."

The pulse quickened immediately. A rush of blood taking him to a solidness I hadn't expected. And it made me wet. I could feel the crotch between my thighs grow moist, and he noticed it too. Tracing the line of fabric that had darkened in colour, breathing heavily as he ghosted a feather light touch over my mound.

"I'm trying to take it slowly, but I need to have your body free of these..." He pulled on the waist of my panties, moaning softly as I continued to move my hand precisely the way he'd told me to.

"We're always trying." I mused, rolling onto my back so that he could take my underwear off. "Trying to be good. To work hard. To do what's right. Why don't people ever try to do what they want, what they need?"

"Oh, they do." He replied, peppering my breasts with kisses as he unclasped my bra and threw it down with the rest of my clothes, his body above me as I looked up at him. "They just don't talk about it."

The way he slid down my body, taking my panties with him, I couldn't bear it. " Oh...I guess that makes sense."

His head snapped up from covering my stomach in soft little kisses. His hair already knotted up and fucked.

"For instance, right now all I want to do is make love to you. But that's our little secret. Nobody else gets to ruin this for us. This is ours. Between nobody but me and you. Ok?"

I barely noticed that he'd rendered me naked. I laid there without a stitch on, his body lingering above me as I watched him move back. He was so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes away from how his stomach moved as he breathed. The way his messed up hair sat at his shoulders. Even his thighs were making me feel like I'd never really been alive up until this moment. I'd just existed through out a series of events that had brought me here.

"You have no idea how possessed I am by you." He told me, sliding his hand down behind the waist band of his boxers as his eyes closed a little. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you bewitched me."

There was humour in his inflection, enough that it drew a breathy little giggle as he pulled out his cock. He let his boxers fall to the ground, observing me as I laid on the little nest he'd built for us.

"It's got a hold of me, too." I confessed, "Whatever this is. I'm a part of it."

It seemed to be enough that we were both entangled within this spell. He stood there gently stroking himself as I parted my legs. Letting him enjoy the view, taking in the sight as I watched him right back. He seemed to know the pattern of his own touch, letting his cock stand as he rounded a palm over his balls and left a shimmery trail at his bellybutton as his tip leaked.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Jake."

There were such things as ghosts. Not the people who had once lived and had died, but the versions of ourselves that had been and were never more. I felt like a ghost as he coveted me. My thighs welcoming his body between them and the rush of arousal that flooded every nerve ending was like lightening striking the earth.

I didn't quieten myself for Jake. For him, I did not enter a room as if I were not invited. For him I opened up, offering him my heart and my virginity; the two things perhaps the greatest gifts I had to offer him. And there was no confusion over what it meant to him. He laid down on top of me, holding his weight just enough so that I could feel his intention and taste his breath. The softness of his approach in direct contrast to the unrelenting hardness resting at the unopened door.

"Can you feel that?" He asked quietly, his lips brushing against mine. "It's all for you, Bonnie. All of it."

I knew he was mine the moment he shifted. His weight rolling down, hips dancing forward. And I was a vessel on calm seas. He didn't take his eyes from mine as he slowly entered. The tip just sitting in the tightness, stretching me out and making me wince a little. But it wasn't unbearable. I placed my hands around him, keeping him tethered. Ensuring no part of him would retreat if my expressions betrayed me.

"Ok?" He checked, moving a subdued kiss across my cheek bone, sweeping his lips across to where his whisper entered my ear. "Does it hurt?"

"Just keep going." I urged, certain that the burn and the ache would subside, "Don't stop..."

He let out the most delicious sound as he slowly continued to enter. Moaning softly, his breath warm against my cheek until he was entirely within me. And I could feel his groin rub against my thighs, soft pubic hair against my mound. And there he stayed, leaning up on forearms so that he could get a better look at me.

"I'm not going to fuck you, not yet." He explained, his palms coming to rest against my temples. "I just want to commit this feeling to memory."

I'd never felt more full. Almost like he was nearing the inside of my stomach, the pain and the sting of was worth all the misery of wondering what it would feel like. Because it simply wasn't how I could have ever imagined it.

"I love you, Jake." Was all I could fathom to say, staring up at his intense brown eyes that couldn't seem to look away from me.

He mouthed the words back to me, resting his forehead against mine, breathing a little harder as I clenched my pussy around him. The action was somewhat involuntary, as the inevitable burn began to lay waste to a feeling that was entirely new. With every flex he moaned again, and the melody of it drew a throb from me that almost demanded movement.

"So... tight..." He fought against it, keeping his cock nestled inside me, making a home for it as he buried his lips against my jaw and whispered sweet words that made me fall in love with him over and over again.

He would have stayed like that forever. And I would have kept him there for eternity. But the need and the animalistic urge to thrust was one I hadn't been prepared for. The way my body felt the rigid pull back was a delight. And the slow push back inside was delicious and my senses were spilling over with every thrust, every touch. Every breath and every kiss. Every word spoken and every soft moan. My mouth filled with his tongue, my fingers digging into the soft flesh at his waist. His cock slammed into me, fucked me and made love to me so softly at first and then when I couldn't stop myself from crying out he let himself take it a little harder, a little rougher until we were moving in unison.

"You feel so good, Bonnie." He told me, breathless between kisses, "I claim you..."

"I claim you, Jake..." I panted it, my voice coming out like a desperate whine that didn't quite sound like anything I'd ever spoken like before.

He seemed to like it. Bringing his mouth down to my hard nipples and clamping his lips around them. He sucked so gently, keeping his rhythm so perfectly I could feel my body start to vibrate. Overstimulated and ascending to the stars that he had promised me.

And yet, I had a feeling that he was nowhere near to being done with me.

To be Continued...

@caprisunsister @thewritingbeforesunrise @takenbythemadness @katuschka @its-interesting-van-kleep @lvnterninthenight @writingcold @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @edgingthedarkness @velveteencatch @lyndz2names @nina-23-45 @itsafullmoon y @char289 @dancingcarbon @gvfpal @violetstarcatcher @wetkleenex-gvf @jazzyfigz @gvfmarge @ignite-my-fire

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #fanfic #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf #fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x reader #sam kiszka gvf #sam kiskza #sam kiszka fanfic

98 notes · View notes

lara635kookie · 4 months

Text

Red Crackle Week Day 1: Fantasy AU (One Shot)

It's a tale as old as time.

Vampires and werewolves hate each other. At least that's how It's supposed to be.

There was a very old, almost forgotten prophecy that stated that one day, a vampire and a werewolf would fall in love and have a hybrid child, uniting both worlds.

Neither people believed the prophecy. Although they were in a truce, the war had never ended for the dominance of a strategic part of the forest. So, how could such a couple rise with the animosity between two people who were at war for millennia?

It not only did, but it did with two people in positions of power in their respective groups.

Carmin Sangriall, most known as her modern day name Carmen Sandiego, is the only child of Carlotta and Dexter Sangriall, heir of the Sangriall House, the most ancient house of vampires and the actual leaders of the vampire people today, active since the 17th century.

Graham Clawsharpe, also known as Graham Calloway, his disguise name, is the next alpha of his wolf pack. He was found as a baby, abandoned in the forest, hurt by vampires. The Clawsharpe Clan, one of the most respected and influential group of werewolves, saved him and raised him like one of their own. He rose through the ranks, and when the time came, he accepted his fate as the future alpha, proving himself worthy and suitable for the job. He is set to assume the day the current alpha dies.

And that day is today.

Graham was in his room, getting ready for his destiny.

He looked at his reflection on the mirror. The most important day of his life had come...And the love of his life couldn't be there to watch him.

He sighed. It was time.

He was about to leave, when a bat flew in through the window. But not just any bat.

Her.

Carmen changes into her human form and smirks.

-Wow Gray, aren't you a handsome little wolfie?-Carmen teases him.

-Carm, you know you shouldn't be here.-Graham says, with a serious tone.

-Aren't you happy for seeing me?

-Of course I am. But if someone notices you here...

-I know, I know...I'm sorry. But can you blame for wanting to see my boyfriend become the leader of his pack? That's a big deal for you! I couldn't miss it!

-Thanks. That means a lot to me. Just be careful, okay? Security was doubled tonight.

-So? I know the risks, but if that's what I have to do to be with you, then I'm game. Let it be. I'm down for everything as long as you're by my side.

Gray smiles. Looking into Carmen's eyes, he remembered everything they went through.

They met in a emergency meeting with the two people on Carmen's family castle. Since then, they became friends. They started to spend a lot of time together on the most isolated and unknown places of the vast forest, sometimes even going to parts of the forest that belonged to other magical creatures like fairies, witches and wizards, etc.

With time, their feelings for each other changed. They still cared about each other but there was something else there.

Love.

A burning attraction and romantic connection that neither of them could ignore.

One night, after a picnic date, Carmen took Gray to the clouds. He had never been so close to the moon before. They shared their first kiss in the sky and decided to start dating.

Ever since, Carmen and Gray were living in a secret relationship, hiding in the shadows. What they were doing was not just against the rules. It was forbidden by law and had unthinkable consequences.

Gray should hate all the vampires. He almost died as a baby because of them. But there was just something so magnetic about Carmen that kept pulling him back for more. He wasn't able to stay far away from her for long. Carmen knew that feeling because she felt the exact same way about Gray. She was still looking for the group of vampires who had hunted Gray that night because the thought of losing him, of having to live a life without him on it, it was unbearable to her.

They were both tired. Tired of the act. Tired of pretending they didn't want to hug every time they had to be together! They were tired of having to fight the urge to be close to one another!! They were tired of living on different sides that just couldn't seem to understand each other!!!

They were tired of the war...

Gray's thoughts were interrupted by a kiss. Carmen's kisses had that power of making Gray forget everything around him. All of his problems vanished. It was just him and Carmen.

His Carmen.

She made him the happiest person in the whole entire world. They were meant to be together. All the sacrifices were worth it.

-Are you nervous?-Carmen asks.

-Not anymore.-Gray tells her with a wide grin.

-Good. You're gonna be the best alpha your pack has ever seen.

-God, you don't know how much I hope you're right.

-I usually am.

They both laugh.

-And looking on the bright side, we'll see each other more since you'll be in all the meetings, Mr. Alpha.

-And what's going to be your excuse to appear in all the meetings?

-I'll think of something.

-You always do.

With both of their senses heightened, they hear footsteps coming towards the door. Said and done. Someone knocks at the door.

-The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.-A voice warns him on the other side of the door.

-Thanks.-Gray answers.

When they don't hear footsteps anymore, Carmen whispers.

-20 minutes, huh? I wonder what we can do with such little time.

Carmen shows her fangs and gets her mouth on Gray's neck.

-You know that is a bad idea, right?

-It's what makes it exciting. It'll bring you good luck.-Carmen says, slowly.

And of course, Gray couldn't resist it.

Undoubtedly, that was going to be an unforgettable night.

=================================

" Cross my heart, hope to die

To my lover, I'd never lie

He said, be true, I swear I'll try

In the end, it's him and I

He's out his head, I'm out my mind

We got that love, the crazy kind

I am his, and he is mine

In the end, it's him and I, him and I "

- Him & I, Halsey and G-Eazy

" Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? ×3

Seein' you tonight, f*ck it , it's fine "

- bad idea right?, Olivia Rodrigo

25 notes · View notes

1dmonthlyficroundup · 9 months

Text

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Not Safe For Work by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 23k, Harry/Louis]

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him.

“I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.”

Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?”

“The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

or, the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

＊ Let The Ocean Worry About Being Blue by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]

In a society where young adults go through the so-called Colour Test which determines their affiliation to a Colour - Blue, Yellow, Red or Green - and thus where they'll live, work and socialise for the rest of their lives, Harry is finally about to take the Test. Born and raised in Yellow, he met his boyfriend when he was still a teenager - against the government's recommendation. Louis, however, changed from Yellow to Blue two years ago. The problem: Harry needs to receive a Blue Test result as well, because a relationship between two people who live in different Colours is forbidden.

＊ The Truth In Me by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry & Zayn]

Harry is ready to come out to her best friend. Series. Part 2 of She

＊ Hold On Tighter by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry]

Harry finally has the house to herself again. Or so she thought. Series. Part 3 of She

＊ Take the Moment and Taste It by @hellolovers13 [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

“You made him a bracelet?”

“Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.”

“Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?”

Louis smirked. “You know which one.”

or Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.

＊ Glasgow by @hellolovers13 [T, 859 words, Harry/Louis]

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter. Part 3 of When the City’s Sleeping

＊ Paris in the Rain by @aquamarinedaffodil [T, 17k, Louis/Harry]

“Of course, I want to go to Paris with you,” Harry declares fondly, pushing himself up with one warm palm on Louis’ chest. Pleased, Louis smooths his hands over Harry’s thighs and licks his lips. His vision narrows as his eyes crinkle with the grin unfurling on his face.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” His cheeks heat up as Harry stares at him with a mix of excitement and disbelief in his eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes that have become Louis’ favourite thing to wake up to. Reaching for Harry’s hand on his chest, he interlaces their fingers, pressing a tender kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

I love you, Louis thinks but doesn’t say.

That’s what Paris is for.

— Or Louis attempts his first-ever grand romantic gesture and things don’t go according to plan.

Series. Part 2 of Darling Universe

＊ Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 44k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

＊ A Social Construct by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 7k, Louis/Harry]

Five times Harry and Louis try to lose their virginity and one time they finally do. Part 4 of Swallow My Words

＊ does it always end in heartbreak? by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [E, 47k, Harry/Louis]

It was only when Harry and Niall were on the bus on their way home that Harry got the chance to ask him what he thought of Louis.

“He’s great. I really like him.”

“Yeah?”

Niall nodded. “Think you’ve found a jealous one though,” he added. “A jealous and protective one.”

Harry sighed. “If he stays.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“You think I wouldn’t call you the moment I did so and tell you?” His voice changed, turned a bit shakier, when he continued, “I’m going to. Next date. I just –”

(Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.)

＊ Running Over Thoughts That Make My Feet Hurt by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is the little league coach of 'The Ducklings', the team that Harry's daughter plays for. Whilst she tries her best, she doesn't quite have the skills so Coach Tommo steps in. He offers private lessons to try and help her, and if he gets in her dad's good books? Well that'd just be a bonus.

＊ Are you ready for a new sensation? by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis's never had his toes sucked. Harry can't let that stand.

＊ No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

They’d been so careful the past few years, ever since the twins were born. Two pups were quite a handful. But, the twins just turned four. They’d be nearly five. They knew someday they’d try for more. Was that distant someday finally now?

“Or maybe…” Harry paused unsure how to say what he was thinking. He bit his lower lip, averted his eyes. Would Louis be on the same page?

Louis waited a few moments before prodding, “Maybe, what?”

“Maybe we go without,” Harry said. Dropping his voice, he whispered a suggestion into Louis’ ear. “Maybe you could breed me for real this time.”

Or, An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

＊ Into The Mist by @babyhoneyhslt [M, 15k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

＊ Meet In A Minute At The Rendezvous by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis' sons are on rival high school football teams. And whenever they play each other, Harry and Louis sneak off to hook up in the restrooms after halftime. They've never been caught yet -- and if they were, it's anyone's guess whether people would be more scandalized by what they're doing or who they're doing it with. When their sons are injured on the field, Niall comes to find them.

＊ Truth Is I'm Gonna Dare by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Truth or dare?” Louis asks.Harry takes a sip from his beer. “Dare.”Louis’ eyebrows rise. “Feeling brave, are we?” His forehead wrinkles for a moment as he considers the possibilities, and Harry feels a pang of unease twist in his gut, though it’s quickly drowned by another sip of his drink.A billow of laughter rises up from below, some group of strangers wandering home from their own festivities, and a wicked grin spreads across Louis’ face as he peers down through the railing. “I dare you to piss off this balcony.”

Or, Harry and Louis are groomsmen for Niall and Shawn's wedding. At the bachelor party, they realize they have a few things in common.

＊ Make Me Your Aphrodite by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [M, 16k, Louis/Harry]

“I just – I don’t know." Harry sighs. "I go on so many dates, and they’re all just… nothing. The guys are boring, or they’re terrible in bed, or there’s just no chemistry. It’s just so frustrating. Enough to make a girl want to give up on men altogether.”

“I mean, I did give up on men, like a decade ago,” Louis says, laughing. “Have you tried dating girls?”

It’s meant as a joke, but Harry looks thoughtful. “Maybe I should,” she says. “I’ve considered it, but never actually tried – I mean, goodness knows it can’t be any worse than some of the guys I’ve gone out with.”

Louis blinks. “Wait, do you – are you serious?”

“Why not?” Harry says, pulling out her phone. “I’ll change my Tinder settings right now, look.” She taps the screen a few times, navigating through the pages. “If it doesn’t pan out, then oh well, I’ve had some nice conversations with some nice girls – not the worst thing. Maybe we can even be friends. And if it does…” She smiles. “Well. You know.”

Written for the 1D Astro Fic Fest, based on the prompting heavenly body: Venus.

＊ Ice, Ice, Baby by cherrylarry / @beelou [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

Figure skater Harry takes Louis out on the ice for the first time

＊ (Gimme a Solution and) Watch Me Run With It by @lululawrence [NR, 21k, Louis/Harry]

This second, this minute, this hour, this day... hell, this week the trend was for Harry to feel overwhelmed. He was having a hard time not drowning in all of the responsibilities he had heaped upon himself and it had exhausted him. Beyond that, really. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even remember why he used to be so focused on getting back on stage every night.

Fine. Maybe this trend had been going on for even longer than a week. It might have even been months.

Harry is getting dangerously close to his breaking point, and that is when things start to change, starting with a favorite childhood sweet a member of the touring crew leaves for him in his dressing room.

＊ U-Pop Truck Stop by @kingsofeverything [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

After driving their big rigs all day, Harry and Louis park at the same truck stop.

＊ In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 9k, Louis/Harry]

Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

＊ The Touch of Your Hand by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has decided to bite the bullet and get himself a dick piercing. He knows it’s going to hurt, but what he doesn’t know is how to calm down when he finds himself on the brink of a panic attack in front of the incredibly attractive piercer, Harry. Luckily, Harry is really sweet and offers to help ease his nerves.

＊ Proper Little Darling by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Harry loves the days when Louis makes him dress up pretty and tells him not to go to the loo. Today is one of those days. Their fun, however, does not go quite as planned…

＊ I got me an appetite, now I can taste it by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 935 words, Harry/Louis]

"Haz, are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you, love." Louis asked, hovering over Harry's chest.

"Lou..." The omega whined, bringing his hands to the alpha's butt in an attempt to bring him closer. "You won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Louis asked again, staying rooted in his position until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the omega.

"I'm sure," Harry whined, moving his hands to the top of Louis' thighs. "How about this? If I'm uncomfortable in any way, I'll tap you twice, like this, okay?" The omega demonstrated the movement for Louis, tapping twice on the alpha's upper thigh.

OR Louis and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

＊ (drippin' on me) till my feet are wet by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

They’ve known each other so long, is the thing. More than a decade, at this point; their entire adult lives. They know each other with a deep and abiding familiarity, know each other's ins and outs, hopes and fears, secrets and kinks. There’s nothing hidden between them, and little that escapes each other’s notice.

All of which is to say, Louis knows exactly what Harry’s up to, making this huge pitcher of lemonade and waiting until the lads were out the door to bring it outside and press a cold glass into Louis’ hand. He’d poured the liquid carefully, sunglasses concealing his gaze as he filled it to the top.

“Drink up,” Harry had said, and Louis had, tipping the contents down his throat in one long pull, letting a few drops slip free and run down, chilled and sweet, into his short beard. He’d caught Harry’s eye and held out his glass for more. “Good,” Harry had said, voice deep, and filled it again.

＊ The Beautiful Game (Group Stage) by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 2k+, wip, ot5]

Neil: Right, lads, you ready for this?

LouLou🍋: bloody christ

Neil: Kick on the first game is in three days!!

Leeyum: kick on wut?

Neil: *slaps you* The Women’s World Cup, you eejit! Where have you been?

Leeyum: London mostly

Z: ☘️ gon 2 win it all thn?

Neil: Obviously! Have you seen Katie McCabe play lately?

Z: she is good u rt

Haz: What are we doing?

Neil: Right, there are 32 teams going in. Five elimination rounds. We’ll leave England and Ireland out of it, since we’re all biased there.

LouLou🍋: oh god here it comes

Neil: I’ve assigned us all six teams each. We’re playing old tour rules.

＊ Play for Keeps by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [M, 18k, Harry/Louis]

Aside from being a supportive friend, all Louis expects from being dragged to an annual board game convention is boredom. Then, he meets Harry, and suddenly conventions aren’t as boring as he thought.

＊ Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian [E, 35k, Louis/Harry]

Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down.

Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers.

Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

Based on the prompt: "harry & louis not together but living together get into a fight, and harry goes: "get in the car” “what” “get in the car. we are going for a drive and we are not coming home until we figure this out" “harry, it’s 11pm on a tuesday” “so what. get in.” and they solve their issues and end up having to stay at a bnb cause they drove too far, and guess what yea baby there is only one bed."

＊ The Heart's Home by @homosociallyyours [T, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is alone in the world, working long hours at a restaurant job that barely pays his bills, when he's roped into helping his bosses with a scheme. All he has to do is guard the special catch they've brought in, the one that they expect will bring them unbelievable wealth. But there's a problem: the creature they've caught is definitely half human, with the heart and soul of a human and the voice of an angel. Louis knows immediately that he can't let this mer-squid, Harry, become a wealthy person's dinner. As they spend more time together, growing ever closer, Louis realizes that he's got to find a way to get Harry back to his home-- the sea --even if the thought of losing him hurts and doing it means risking everything.

#28th appreciation #ficrec #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #hltracks #1dsource

52 notes · View notes