Mason Van Helsing is an interesting character who is the living definition of the word contrast. However, a trip to one of the biggest tattoo conventions of the year blurs the lines, the boundaries between Grace and him, beyond recognition.
Beyond repair.
For a heart is an unstable thing, prone to damage by use and Time.
For the mind is a cage, the key either in one's own or perhaps another's hand.
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My Fair Lady.
Warnings: Knotting, swearing/cussing, stepbrother x stepsister, size kink, strength kink, lowkey toxic co-dependent relationship, Mason is extremely possessive yet also boyfriend material, smoking, unprotected vaginal sex (ALWAYS do it safely, lads and lasses), cnc/dubious consent (ALWAYS ask for consent), choking, bad body image, implications of self-harm
"I hate you - so much Tripp."
More confusion because, once more, wasn't this a good thing?
"Why did you have to say that? What if," A little quieter, just above a whisper. "What if we mess up our friendship?"
"But what if we don't?"
"You don't know that," I bumped his nose with my finger.
"And neither do you. So, why don't we give it a shot?" He bit down on his bottom lip, hesitation and worry filling his gaze.
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This is literally a story that follows the plot of two best friends realizing their feelings for each other, yes, I know, very cliche, but I enjoyed writing it. There will be mature LGBT+ content, so if you don't want to read those chapters or this story, skip it.
Highest Rankings (that I'm aware of): LGBT+: #3 , College Romance: #2 , Gay: #19 / GayPride: #2, Gay boyxboy #1