Shady

This was frustrating Pratik. He threw the papers down and started pacing again as the others started talking. Someone was toying with them. And he didn't like it. He passively ...

Brought to you by @ShadowVyper and @whatchamacallit Pratik is a seventeen-year-old "troubled teen" that tends to keep to himself and assumes the worst about people and their motives. Lillian is ...

Derik let out a sigh of relief as Kaz seemed to fall asleep, still leaning on him. He hoped to the gods above that Kaz wouldn't remember anything when he ...

Kaz seemed to be making more sense -- he must be coming around. Derik's heart raced, trying to think of when to pull away. He certainly didn't want to be ...

Derik was regretting his choices from this entire day. He wished he would have just Transported away from the guards. The prison, the escape, this -- it was too much. ...

Derik could barely handle it anymore. He wanted to say that they made a good team instead -- that much was true. But he couldn't bring himself to maintain the ...

"That you do," Derik agreed. If Kaz didn't kick his ass by the end of this, Derik would do it for him. He was morally and ethically opposed to literally ...

Derik's chest suddenly went so tight he couldn't breathe. This was heartbreaking. And Derik felt so scuzzy for letting Kaz believe that he was his best friend, rather than a ...

"You're not going anywhere," Derik said firmly, not quite sure why he was so adamant -- or cuddling -- with a man he'd just met. But it still broke his ...

Derik had never felt so conflicted in his whole life. Well, that was an exaggeration. But still. He was conflicted . He felt absolutely horrible about letting Kaz believe that ...

It was kind of heartbreaking. And, Derik didn't quite know what to do. Now that he was trapped on the ground with a large man lying almost directly on top ...

Oh fuck. Kaz neglected to mention this part. What was Derik supposed to do now? Was there anything that could be done? At the very least, what he was doing ...

Derik furrowed his brow, looking down at him, concerned. For the shit Kazimir had given him when he'd been brought in, it seemed to be knocking him on his ass ...

"Yes, I took you to grass," Derik said flatly. "With my fruit magic." Despite his deadpan, he was rather concerned. Transports felt bad any time, and Kazimir was drugged on ...

"Ahhh fuck!" Derik hissed. He'd hoped for more time than this to recover. But, this was it. He racked his brain to think of a place he could take them. ...