#ckeckmate

Hi anon! I wish i had just discovered drarry fanfics too. 

The first fanfics that come to mind are 

Turn by Saras_Girl. If you could change a thing of your past, what would it be? To me, a masterpiece

Checkmate by Naadi. I didn’t love the ending too much, but it’s a brilliant and unique plot. The author is a very talented fan artist too.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill. Party games are my weakness. So lovely.

Every fic by Femme. She’s amazing.

He pulled Kieth's hair hard as he stared into Kieth's tear filled eyes," Why do you do this? Over and over, Kieth. Do you like ti when your mother cries?" He snarled.

Kieth grabbed his father's wrist to try to pry his hair loose. The scrawny eighteen year old was unsuccessful and all he got out of it was a firm shake from the older man.

"Why can't you just fuck girls? Be normal in some way? Soiling my last name, I should disown you but then you will ruin your mother's name." He growled and Kieth struggled and tried to pry his father's hand lose to no avail.

Garret Langston shook his oldest son then slammed him into the wall, kicking him in the side as he fell to his knees. He wrapped his hand into the long messy strands and lifted him to his feet again starting to drag Kieth down the hallway. Kieth groaned and shook his head, fighting as hard as he could to not be forced into the bathroom. His father didn't care.

Kieth lifted his hand up and muttered in quiet, choked off, french, a large concussion of air shoved he and his father back against the hallway wall and knocked Garret's hand loose. Kieth fell to the ground and started to crawl away.

Garret grabbed Kith by the ankle and slid the boy to himself. Grabbing Kieth's hair he bent the young man backwards and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him to the ground.

Kieth's eyes widened as his airway was cut off. He was going to do it this time. He was going to kill him. Kieth was about to die. He clawed at Garret's wrist and choked, tears pouring down his face and his eyes begged his parent not to do this.

He put a hand on Garret's chest and the older man glared," You use that birth defect on me again boy, I'll break your neck." Kieth felt like his lungs were on fire as his father leaned in close and the doorbell rang.

His father stood Kieth up against the wall and loosened his grip. Long, gasping, desperate breaths, Kieth felt he was going to pass out, in and coughed roughly out. 

"Hold your hand out." His father commanded. Kieth shakily held out, palm up, glancing down. his father emptied a while pill bottle into Kieth's hand and forced his fingers closed.

"These will make you feel better and get you out of our hair...." His father snarled, pointing to Kieth's bedroom. He went to answer the door and Kieth looked down, opening his trembling hand slightly, sobbing to himself. 

It wouldn't hurt anymore.

He glanced the direction his father went and then locked himself in his bedroom and sat on the bed.

yes .-. but it looks funny