Hedwig Oneshots

Eyeliner

He cried into her strong arms. He couldn't put on eyeliner for his life, he had just discovered. "Honey," she soothed, running her hand over Tommy's light brown hair, "it's okay. Only a little got in your eye."

"But it feels like a lot!" He wept some more. 

Hedwig sighed. What right had she to be so in love with this boy? This Dungeons and Dragons playing Jesus freak with a fish on his truck. It was wrong, she knew. He was a child still. But how could she ever resist him? 

He reminded her so much of who she had once been, before the dread day where her daily sunbathing had been interrupted. Tommy may be a bit of a cry baby, and he complained, but he wasn't stupid. He was smarter than smart. He really was sweet, and had so. Much. Passion.

Something Hedwig needed to fuel her. He looked like David Bowie. His blue eyes were the same color as her own. He was tall and thin, and although he was pockmarked all over his face, that face was beautiful. But who cared about all those flowery, pretty descriptions. 

To put it simply, Hedwig found Tommy hot. Really, really hot. Sexy, even. And she knew he thought the same of her. Was it gross for her to love and lust for a teenage boy, while she was in her early mid 30s? Frankly, she didn't care. Besides, it was even hotter if it was wrong. 

Hedwig knew that if she took care in molding him to be the great rockstar she needed, and he wanted, that in the end they would be one. Tommy was destiny; he was knowledge personified. Ancient, deep knowledge. He held the answers to her endless questions, to her being. But she couldn't be tricked again. She had to make sure he was the other half.

AN: Sorry these are so short.