whats up bitches, bros, and non binary hoes. Im Kiren, your friendly neighbourhood smut writer. This blog WILL be 18+ so keep that in mind. All children will be smited. I write mostly original stories but I do want to write some fanfics. It's gonna be mostly smut but usally not full on pwp I write plot. It's also mostly mlm so go away homophobes I will also smite you.
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Summary: It’s Wayne’s birthday. His friends set up a surprise party for him.
A semi-canon short story to celebrate the anniversary of His Heart in My Hands.
Note: OMG ITS BEEN A YEAR AND IM STILL CHOPPED!! happy anniversary yallll. cant believe its already been that long (Seriously i thought id at least have act 1 done by now) i was gonna have a drawing to celebrate but i kinda been lazy/busy but i dont have a artwork of wayne and arlo that i really like again just dont really have alot of time to finish it rn. i also keep making these damm promises i cant keep like i keep saying ill fil in the void with fanfics but i havent written shit bruh. so im not gonna say shit this time lmao. i will say i do have like 3 stories i wanna do. 2 of them being originals while one is probably gonna be a reader/soap fic (cause i wanna treat myself lmao) not sure when or how im gonna write them was thinking of writing both at the same time kinda deal. might help with the writters block(?) i have with His Heart. IM IN NO WAY BURNT OUT CAUSE I CANT GET THOSE FUCKERS OUTTA MY HEAD but the drive itself to write is uhhhhhhh sometimes there idfk. anyways i aint giving up. think i said this before i will finish this story no matter what. heres to antoher year (hopefully i at least have act 1 done :(() and enjoy lovelies <3
“How much longer do I have to be blindfolded?” I asked Make as he guides me…somewhere.
“Eh, don’t worry about it. We’ll be there before you know it. Just…watch where you step.” Mark says as he’s guiding me.
“I’m literally blindfolded, Mark.”
It wasn’t long after class that we were all walking home when Mark invited me to hang out. I thought it would be fun for all of us to hang out together, but then he said it would just be him and me, as I watched the others go ahead without us.
I thought it was strange at first, and it didn’t help that he kept looking at the clock while we were playing in his room. It must not have been more than half an hour when he said he had a surprise for me.
And that’s how we got here.
“So…you going to tell me what’s happening?” I ask as I continue going in blind.
“We’re almost there, gosh, you’re so impatient,” Mark complains.
I swear, if this is something dumb, I’m going to kill him.
“Ok, we’re here.” He says when we come to a stop.
It’s weird, I feel like I recognize the smell.
I hear the sound of a door opening, and Mark pushes me forward.
It smells like…home…wait, are we-
And as soon as I realized where I was, Mark pulled the blindfold off me.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A roar comes out from familiar voices.
As I recover from the blinding light, I find myself in the living room of Arlo’s house, filled with streamers and balloons. My friends are all wearing party hats, cheering me in. My parents, with Arlo and Dan’s parents, were off to the side, clapping for me.
“…” I stand there blankly for a second, the gears rotating in my head. “OH MY GOSH IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!?”
“DID YOU SERIOUSLY FORGET!?” Dan yells at me as everyone starts laughing. I couldn’t help but laugh alongside them.
Everyone comes together wishing me a happy birthday. Kai and Mark saved up together to get me a gift. Dan, with her creative mind, made the most cursed shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And I love it. My mom gave me a new journal and a pen. Mark thought it was dumb, but I knew it was the high-quality stuff. Arlo and Dan’s mom got me a cool T-shirt with a werewolf graphic. Said it's mostly their idea, but I appreciated it nonetheless. Their dad gave me another bouquet of forget-me-nots. I didn’t really know what to do with them, so my mom said she’d put them in the same vase as the last ones for me. My dad…already left. Said he could stay for a short while. I think I was glad he even showed up. Ethan gave me a book I’ve been eyeing for a while. Actually, I never really said anything about it before, but he said he just noticed I’ve been wanting that book for a while.
We had our fun playing party games, eating cake. When I blew out the candles, the only thing that I knew I wanted to wish for was for my friends to always be in my life.
…
“BUT, NOW, THERE’S NOWHERE TO HIDE!”
“SINCE YOU PUSHED MY LOVE ASIDEEEEE!”
Mark and Kai a duetting on a song for karaoke. Honestly, they’re kinda good. I know Mark’s been looking into getting into music, and I think he’d do pretty well. I’d definitely be his number 1 fan.
We were cheering for them as they sang into their mics, then I noticed that Arlo wasn’t next to me anymore. No one else seemed to have noticed. I looked around searching for him when I saw him heading out the back door.
I got off the couch and followed him before placing my hand on the doorknob.
“I’M OUT OF ME HEAD!”
“HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOOUUU!”
“HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU!!”
I smile back behind me. I was really lucky to have friends like these.
I open the door in front of me.
A white flash blinds me for a moment.
Adjusting to the night of the city from the balcony of my apartment.
Arlo, leaning over the railing, looking into the horizon.
He has changed a lot since then. He looked older. His eyes were tired after everything he’d been through. What I put him through.
I changed a lot, too. Filled with scars of the past. How much I had to go through just to be here today. I look behind me and through the glass, Mark and Kai singing karaoke together with friends, new and old, cheering them on. But now with a lot more alcohol. I went through a lot to keep them in my life.
“C’mon, they’re not that bad.” I joke as I approach him.
He turned to me, realizing I was there. “Mark, probably. But, I swear, Kai’s gotten tone deaf,” He joked.
“Like you could do any better.” I smashed my hip into his side lightly. We chuckled together.
I reached into my pocket for a pack. Putting a cigarette between my lips, blocking the wind of the city as I light it. Looking back up, I see Arlo with his hand reaching out towards me. I give a slight smirk as I place one in his hand.
“Didn’t know you smoked,” I said.
“Not that often.” He turned to me, waiting for a light.
I turn to him, adjusting the cigarette in my mouth, touching the flame of mine with the tips of his in his mouth.
The colour of his red eyes showed shock.
“Didn’t you want a light?” I ask after pulling away.
“Well, ya. But a normal person would have just given me a lighter.” He said, blushing away from me.
“Oh…oops.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Ya, but you love me.”
“…”
He takes a puff before turning back towards me. He reached behind and pulled out a flower.
“A forget-me-not?” I asked as I slowly took it from his hand.
“I hope you still like them.” He said, embarrassed.
"Arlo…” After everything we've been through. You should hate me. You should never have forgiven me. You’re the last person who should still be in my life. “Thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life.” I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. I think I hear Mark cheering from inside.
yo its november! and ive only written 4 days (day 5 is still wip and that bitch is really long oops) i do still plan on continuing as a I said but ya even I didn't expect to be this behind lmao. schools been a bitch and probably will continue to be but ill still keep at it. also I do know what day is coming up so dw I got something planned for (hopefully I actually get it done before the then...actually fuck I'm giving it prio and gonna get working on that asap) anyways I really hope yall enjoy the rest of the days I got coming up
ayo happy october yall. you know what that means….ITS TIME TO GET FREAKY. just kidding. well for me at least. originally I was gonna do a drawing challenge for the month or something. then I got angsty. so here we are lol. like last year we’re going to mostly be falling Arlo and Wayne.however instead of a disconnected story for each day/kink this ones going to be a (kinda) coherent/connected story. (you'll see what I mean. eventually lol) also I'm like super busy with school so while I have every day planned out with notes and summaries I don't have them all written yet. we’ll probably have to go into November BUT I DO HAVE A STORY/CHAPTER FOR ALL 31 DAYS THIS TIME (I might be doomed)
(also im unfortunately only going to be posting on ao3 which you can find the link below)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I ran towards the fallen Arlo. The flames that once engulfed me is replaced by an all too familiar empty cold.
It was my fault. I’m fucking pathetic. It should have been me.
Snow starts falling from the sky covering the ground beneath me. My eyes flicker between the body before me and my blood covered hands.
No. No! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE!
I try to shake his body to try and wake him up.
“Please,” I whisper to myself. “I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t fast enough. It’s all my fault. Just, please. Please wake up.” I shake the body more. It’s cold. So cold. My hands. “I couldn’t protect you. I promised I would, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry, please wake up. Wake up.”
They’re not going to wake up.
Yes he will.
You’re already too late.
No, I can still do something.
The past is already set.
“ELIAS, PLEASE!”
I look down at the body of a young boy. Covered in snow. Cold, like my hands. I-
“Arlo,” I look down at Arlo's body. I put my snout on his neck, feeling for a pulse. His heart is still beating. I take a large sigh of relief. My own heart finally starts to calm down. My vision finally returns to me as I’m finally snapped back to the present.
I take a deep breath.
“Ethan, I need help.” I call out to Ethan’s mind.
“Where are you?” He replies in my mind.
“Deep in the forest. Closer to Arlo’s house.”
“I’m on my way.”
…
I’m curled up next to Arlo’s unconscious body. I can hear his heartbeat and breathing. It is calm and steady and that’s all I can ask for. But I need to get him back home. To his dad.
“Wayne.” I hear Ethan call to me.
“I’m here.” I perk my head up to be easier to see, but I already know he knows exactly where I am.
I see him run over already in his wolf form. He looks down at Arlo. Then I see his nose twitch when he looks toward the other wolf I killed.
“I need help to carry him to Dalmund.” Even though he’s young, since he’s an alpha he’s naturally larger compared to me. He nods and opens his maw and picks up his arm. I help him put Arlo onto his back.
Once Arlo is secured, we start moving back to Arlo’s house. He moves carefully to make sure Arlo isn’t disturbed. I stay close to his side.
We walk by the corpse. It lays there unmoving.
“Rogues?” He asks. Of course he already figures out the situation.
“Ya. They attacked Arlo, I ran to save him. Well, more like help him.” Even as a wolf, I can tell he is curious.
“You telling me, he was putting up a fight with a wolf?”.
“Mhmm, he used some fire magic…” I consider telling him what happened to me, but I’m not even sure if it was real.
“Alright, well in any case, once we get Arlo back I’ll have a search in case there were more rogues.”
“Okay.”
I rather he’d stay, but he’s right.
…
After a while, we arrive at the back of Arlo’s house. It’s the middle of the night so we aren’t surprised there's no lights on. Besides…
“Of course Dan is still up.” Because she would.
“So, what’s the plan?” Ethan asks me.
“Huh?” I tilt my head.
“I mean, how are we gonna get Arlo inside.”
That’s a good question. We can’t use the door. Window maybe, but the only one open is Arlo’s and that’s on the second floor. We also can’t shift back as Dalmund told us he was the only one to know about us…
I got it.
I look up at Dan’s window. Hopefully she doesn’t have her earbuds in.
“DAN!! DANNNN!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAA!!!!” I bark at the window. I run towards the door and start scratching at it. I run around in circles trying to make as much noise as I can. Ethan stands off to the side with an unamused look. “DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?!!” I snap at him. He rolls his eyes and shortly after starts barking with me.
“What the hell?!” I hear a familiar voice yell out from the window. I turn to see that she’s very confused, scared, and tired. “Arlo?!” Her eyes widen as she sees her brother on top of the large wolf. She runs off.
We move closer to the door waiting to be opened by her. However, I hear more than a single pair of footsteps.
The door swings open revealing Dan and Arlo’s mom to be there. Uh oh.
“What the hell?” She questions what she's even looking at. Her son, who should have been in bed, is unconscious being carried on the back of a wolf. Her heartbeat too is at an alarming rate. He’s gonna be in so much trouble after this.
“I think they’re friendly,” Dan speaks first. “Maybe something to do with their witch stuff. Like familiars or something.” Should I be offended that I'm being compared to a familiar? I look towards Ethan and he gives a look to just play along. I bark in response to Dan’s comment. “Oh, see they understand us too.” I lower my head to try to ease the very panicked looking mother. This seems to have worked.
“If they’re sent from Dalmund it should be fine,” She turns to me and Ethan. “Can you two come in and bring Arlo to the couch?”. I bark once to signal we understood her. I turn to Ethan and he nods.
We follow them deeper into the house until we reach the living room. They help get Arlo off Ethan and put him on the couch.
“I’m going to call your father. He left earlier for something. Can you get the first aid kit from the kitchen?” She asks before going to another room.
“Pack meeting.” I hear Ethan tell me as Dan leaves us with Arlo.
“What for? Why is my father there?” I ask him.
He just shrugs or at least implies it. If it was actually a pack meeting, wouldn’t me and my mom need to be there too? Even if not us, Ethan at least should be there, being next in line as alpha.
Why do you even care?
“Okay, got the first aid kit,” Dan walks back into the room with a small case in hand. She kneels next to the couch and opens the case on the floor. She examines Arlo’s body, but doesn’t seem to find anything too strange. Just dirty. “Do you guys know if Arlo got any injuries?” She asks the two wolves in her living room. Honestly, not surprised she's taking this so well.
I think for a bit trying to remember what happened. There was one close call, but I grabbed them before they could. Of course there was that small time frame where I wasn’t there.
My legs spring up as I hop on top of Arlo. The sudden movement shocks Dan for a second. Oh, so she’s still freaking out on the inside, good to know.
When we were carrying Arlo back, neither Ethan or I could find any external injuries. Maybe internal, but I highly doubt that to be the case. There’s only one thing that comes to mind on what could be wrong. I move closer towards his face. I can feel him slowly breathing out and sure if he was awake he would feel my hot breath. I tilt my head downwards and close the gap. I place my foreheadon his.
“What the fuck is happening?” Dan says confused but with a slight chuckle. I would probably find this funny too if I were in her shoes.
Ethan makes a low growl hoping no one could hear his jealousy. I could.
I feel the heat of our bodies intermingle, but something is wrong. I lift my head and bark at Dan.
“Huh, what’s wrong?” She asks.
I point to his forehead. She must have gotten the message as she moves towards Arlo and puts the back of her hand on his head.
“Oh shit, he has a fever.” She gets up and heads to the kitchen and fetches a wet cloth to put on his head.
“Your father will be here soon. Did you figure out what’s wrong?” Kora returns and takes a seat next to Arlo.
“I think he passed out from a fever.” She answers.
“What was he doing outside this late with a fever?”
Dan just shrugs causing her mother to sigh. “I’ll go grab a glass of water.”
…
It’s been about 15 minutes.
We waited for Dalmund to return home. Ethan said he’d stay till at least he gets back. I told him it was alright and it would probably be better to investigate before the trail runs cold, but he insisted. We cuddled up on the floor next to the couch. Dan sat next to us while her mother kept checking up on Arlo.
My ears perk up at the rustling of keys outside. The door swings open and Dalmund bursts in looking out of breath. He looks around and his eyes lock with mine. Then he turns to his son on the couch before rushing over.
“Dalmund you have a lot of explaining to do!” Kora scolds him.
“I know, I do, and I will. But first let’s make sure Arlo is ok.” He replaces the wet cloth on Arlo’s head with his hand. “Magic fever.”
Dan perks up at the word magic. “Magic fever? What makes it different from a regular fever?” “It’s caused by an overuse of magic. It’s mostly common in beginner witches, however it can happen to anyone.” He explains. “Some also call it mana sickness. More practiced witches would know their limit to avoid this. Its symptoms are similar to a normal fever and it can be taken care of with the same methods.”
“Can you do anything to cure it?” Kora asks him.
“If this was a regular fever I could probably alter his body temperature, but this is caused by his body speeding up his magic recovery and basically going into overdrive. There’s nothing we can do besides let him rest.” He answers. It doesn’t exactly ease her mind, but she accepts it nonetheless.
“How long will he be like this?” She asks.
“Normally a day, but considering it’s his first time, his body won’t be used to mana sickness and the whiplash of excessive use of magic might take longer for him to recover from.”
After a moment that looks like contemplation from her, she finally sighs, her shoulders finally resting. “Alright. I’m trusting you with this sweetie.” She walks over to Dan, who looks like she's about to ask a million questions. “C’mon, you still have school tomorrow.” Dan snaps out of her magic infested trance and reluctantly heads back upstairs to her room. “We’ll talk about your dogs in the morning. And just so we’re clear, no we can’t keep them. You know my mother’s deathly allergic to them.” She glares at me and Ethan one more time before heading to bed. Dalmund could only sheepishly nod. Scary.
Dalmand does one more check on Arlo before coming over to me and Ethan who’s been waiting at the side. As per usual, he places a hand on each of our heads to link us to him. “Alright, give me the rundown.” He looks expectantly at Ethan assuming he would know more. But it was me who called Ethan, which we disclose by just turning his head to me. “Waaaayne…”
…
“I see.” He responded after I explained the encounter.
“If it’s alright with both of you, I would like to scout the area just in case there’s any more rogues” Ethan speaks out as I finish explaining everything.
“Yes, of course Ethan. Just be safe.” Ethan puffs some air before turning away.
Before he does however, he turns to me. He tilts my head down to place his forehead on mine. He keeps it there for but a second before dashing out. Silly.
“Our little alpha really has a liking to you, doesn’t he?” Dalmund asks.
“Hmm? What do you mean?” I ask back.
“You’ll find out when you're older.” He pets my head gently, much to my confusion. He gently touches the flower still tucked behind my ear. Honestly after everything that happened, I almost forgot it was still there. “Oh, Arlo finally gave you your flower back?”
Huh? Wait, was this the same flower Kane gave me a few years back? That’s… I probably should store this somewhere better when I get back.
Dalmund kneels in front of me cupping my face. He lifts my head slightly up. “I forgot to ask, but are you alright?” The question made me realize how tired I actually was.
The whole thing has been a rush of emotions and energy that it seemed to have finally caught up to me. My knees bend as I fall to the floor, catching myself.
“Hey, take it easy now.” He comforts me as I feel his warmth surround me.
“I’m fine, you should be worrying about your son.” I say as I feel my energy slowly recovering thanks to his magic.
“As far as I’m concerned,you’re my son too.” He turns to look back at Arlo who’s lying there, but looking much better for wear than before. “You really care about my son, don’t you?”
“Of course-I mean…” I bark out without even thinking.
Dalmund laughs at my embarrassment. “It’s alright. I’m honored really, thankful even. I’m just glad my son has someone like you in his life.”
“I-” Do I really mean that much to him? “I should be the one that’s grateful. He means…alot to me.” But what exactly does he mean to me? “It makes me happy to even have him be in my eyes.” Is this a normal feeling? “...I-I think I love Arlo.”
..I think I love Arlo.
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Note: HEY YA IM BACK (not really) BUT LIKE I MEANT TO POST THIS FOR PRIDE MONTH BUT COMPLETLY FORGOT and then i got busy with artfight…then i got busy traveling to a different country……..BUT IM HERE NOW! but now that i (finally) posted this i will say that i wont be posting any new chapters until i completely finish act 1 (which should be 4 more chapters) no promises on when but I WILL IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO. anyways hoped yall enjoyed this chapter see see you later lovelies <3
This piece is fanart from a scene in Chapter 5 of @stinglesswasp's fic "Seasons", where Johnny is there for Simon in one of his most vulnerable moments. If you haven't already, give this fic a read and drop a kudos/leave a nice comment if you enjoyed!
