Sorry, I Love You.

ao3 smut

Hello friendosssss :)

You might be shocked to see an update on here after a couple years of hiatus😅 and unfortunately it's not a real update...
I've been really really struggling with my creativity ever since the pandemic and the only solution that has reignited some of that old spark again is writing very non-committal fanfics😅

Which means this chapter is not a part of the real SILY timeline but instead, a little fic of Howl and Fisher having a study date at his house. And of course, things get naughty because Howl really can't help himself lol And I have another fic of my SILY characters in the works so hopefully I'll have that done and posted soon. Spoiler alert, it's a very dirty foursome between Howl, Fisher, Zoe, and Teddy, so if you've ever wanted to see how that would work, it's coming!

If you want to read more stuff from me, I'm posting on AO3 under the same username! Please leave a comment if you do read! Nothing motivates me more than knowing people are reading and enjoying!
Hopefully, if I really do find my rhythm again, I can return to this story. Literally NOTHING means more to me than SILY and I will do anything I can to keep this story alive!

I LOVE YOU GUYS!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOUVE SHOWN OVER THE YEARS!! 💗💗 }

Wyatt stood at the door with his arms crossed over his chest and his face contorting in a frustrated snarl as Howl stood before him. Despite the cold, Howl wasn't wearing a jacket. He was standing in the snow in skinny, torn, black pants with far too many chains and buckles on them, a sleeveless band tee, and chunky combat boots. With the hint of smudged eyeliner, the face piercings, and the massive tattoo on his forearm, he looked like the emo grim reaper about to haunt their conservative suburban house.

He was Beetlejuice, here to drive everybody mad with that cocky smirk on his face and the mischief in his eyes.

"Let him in," Fisher demanded impatiently from behind his stubborn brother.

Wyatt held Howl's overly confident stare, hoping the delinquent could read every single warning his glowering eyes pierced into him. Wyatt was Fisher's older brother, and as much as he tried to be supportive of this little relationship by allowing Fisher to invite him over, he was still fiercely protective. He didn't want any funny business going on under their father's roof. Fisher was only a kid and it was too risky fooling around in this house.

If their father got even a whiff of debauchery, Fisher would be sent straight to a catholic boarding school to never be seen again. Or worse, some kind of fucked up correction camp....

"You know the rules," Wyatt reminded his little brother as he stepped aside, watching Howl with fiercely precise eyes as he stepped into the house. "I want the bedroom door open and you come when you're called. If you ignore me for even a second, I'm coming up and crashing your little party."

Fisher's shoulders slumped and his lips curled in annoyance. "It's not a party. We're studying. Stop acting like we're wild, sex fiends or something."

Howl smirked at that, placing himself suspiciously close to Fisher as he stared down at him. He towered over him like a looming prophecy of unholy possibilities. It was written all over his face; every fantasy a sex fiend could possibly imagine. Fisher didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he was used to it now, but Wyatt did and it rubbed him the wrong way.

With Fisher so naive and clueless to the thoughts written all over his boyfriend's face, Wyatt worried he would be too easily preyed upon.

That was one of the things Howl liked most about him though. Little did Wyatt know, Fisher liked being prey and Howl loved to pounced.