monsters at home (h/l)
title / monsters at home
rating / nc-17
word-count / 22,000
pairing / harry/louis
summary / high school!AU. everyone’s eyes are on harry, the beautiful, charming new student. harry’s only got eyes for the school golden boy: football captain louis tomlinson, whose homophobic father complicates matters a bit.
warnings / homophobia, verbal/psychological child abuse, outing, non-explicit violence, some rough sex, overstimulation
disclaimer / i own nothing
author’s note / title comes from conner youngblood’s “monsters.” a million trillion thanks to the ridiculously wonderful flimsy, best beta ever/general cheerleader/louis to my liam/etc etc. Also a billion thanks to galaxy-soup, who is always so lovely and helpful, as well as checkthemargins, randominity, aliferuined, and everyone else who let me babble to them about this fic!!! You are all so incredibly wonderful.
Clean up, clean up. || Cass & Marc
Maybe it was the centuries that had passed, but people had gotten so trashy and irresponsible. Once the house was empty, there was pure disaster all over. Nobody even bothered to lift a finger to pick up a napkin and throw it out where it corresponded. Cassandra has always been very old school when it comes to these things, figures. So seeing a house trashed the way Marc’s house was made her stress out. She could feel herself tense up and that feeling would not go away until she cleaned every spot of the house down to the very last corner. “I’ll start in the kitchen. We’re gonna need it in the morning.” She told Marcellin as she walked over to the destroyed kitchen. There was wine all over the counter and chip crumbs all over the floor in addition to the red plastic cups and plates all over the place. The blonde knew she wasn’t going to be able to sleep knowing the house looked that way, so she didn’t waste any time in grabbing the Clorox and all the sponges and cloths she could find. “So talk to me. I can clean the whole place in no time as long as I’m entertained.” Cassie smiled over to Marc while wiping the counter. She liked listening to his stories. He made everything so interesting and honest. She wasn’t wuite sure what his intentions with her were just yet, but he made it pretty clear they weren’t the usual intentions a man has with a woman. He was a true gentleman, behind his asshole attitude to prevent people from seeing who he truly is of course.