Vampire king

WHEN WE GET REALLY HAPPY LIKE THAT

WE SMILE 

AND CANT STAY STILL

“One of the most horrifying things about war is how it leaves children fatherless and motherless.” The most powerful way she could dramatize that idea, she says, was to kill a set of parents that were dear to readers. “I had no intention of killing [Lupin],” says Rowling. “But then it dawned on me he had to die.”

Derpy Disney.

Word count: 1867 Pairing: Hijack Smut week / Day two /Masturbation

Hiccup was quiet as he closed the apartment door behind himself to shut out the world, the stress of a long day at school and place his school bag down on the arm chair that was kept by the door just for that very reason. Long fingers began running through auburn hair, streaking it with oil and grease from his engineering class, tinkering with engines and putting them back together after taking them apart. It was tiring, but Hiccup loved it all the same. Though he hated the way he smelled during the after math slash clean up. But it was much better then smelling like fish or something as he thought of the times his father and family friend Gobber would go fishing and return smelling of the swimming, scaled creatures themselves.

"Hey Jack, you home?" He called out loudly into the apartment, moving to remove his usual fur lined jacket that protected him from the November chill and incoming winter that was making itself known in the college town. "Jack?" he called once more to both his best friend and room mate. The two had pulled together the funds for an apartment, deciding sharing a place would be easier and nicer then dealing with the dorms and the chances of getting an asshole for a room mate. Or worse. Pitch and Snoutlout. And so far, the two were correct and were having the time of their young college lives as best friends and room mates together. Yet it was the silence that was getting to Hiccup as he made his way through the apartment, thoughts on a shower. Silence with Jack was unusual and honestly, it was worrisome with the hair dye loving teen. The last time Jack had been silent, he had fallen asleep in the bath and had nearly drowned himself dreaming he was falling in a lake of calm with the moon over head. Hiccup quickened his steps, all thoughts of a shower from his mind as he went to the far end of the small apartment and to Jack’s room which was across from his own. The door was cracked open. Okay, that wasn’t so weird, Jack did that to make sure his room stayed cool or when to lazy to bother so most of the time. Peeking into the room, green eyes widened and ears flushing scarlet at the sight, the sounds and words coming from his best friend. No, not the words, the single word. The name coming from his lips.

“Hiccup.”