Tom finished up in the bathroom and headed down the stairs, following the savoury aroma of freshly cooked bacon. He reached a hand over to the stacked plate to take a strip, but his hand was slapped away.
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Our marks. Our pain. Our love. (TomTord)
FanfictionArt is by Lyric or Aesthetic_Prince. This is just a random thing that I'm doing where each update is just one paragraph long. I'll be using the au where when someone would write on themselves or when they'd get hurt, the same will happen to their s...
