Bonds: a krattcest fanfic part 3Don't get anyBonds: a krattcest fanfic part 3 by Z-ZharK-K
First comes denial
Last night... Was magical
Why why why are you doing this to me?
Martin, my brother, the lover I've always wanted
It can't be
Then comes anger
You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
How are you doing this to me?? Did last night mean nothing to you?? Were you just playing? You're so cruel
Then comes sadness
Now that you found it
"Chris... I think we shouldn't do this
Hardest words to speak
I can feel his heart breaking
But... That's just gonna last a while. Isn't it?
He'll get over me
He'll find something better...
Not this sick bastard that is me
Now that you feel it
You've gone off the rails
Last comes acceptance.
Of course he wants nothing with me
I'm His younger brother
He can't feel the same about me.
You'll go to hell
For all your dirty mind
Bonds (a Krattcest fanfic) chapter 2: realizationWhat is itBonds (a Krattcest fanfic) chapter 2: realization by Z-ZharK-K
What is it that’s driving me so crazy right now
Thinking this kind of stuff
This is my older brother we’re talking about
I feel like I wanna hide and squeeze every bit of him
And please every bit of him
I’m just having this giant stream of thoughts
Every time I see him
When did this start?
Was it when we were exploring the forests of Polynesia and he handed me his jacket, and I felt goosebumps all over my body?
Was it when he got a girlfriend in high school and seeing them kiss made me sick to the stomach?
Or was it even before, when we went together everywhere, and he took my little hand in his
Well… we still go everywhere together…
He exits the room, heading towards to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He leaves me with these thoughts, staring at his bare back
It’s just that today it was too much. I made a joke about him having a crush on Aviva and he asked whether I was jealous
Yes – I said
Why, why, why did I say this, obviously h
Bonds (a Krattcest fanfic) chapter 1: temperatureWarmBonds (a Krattcest fanfic) chapter 1: temperature by Z-ZharK-K
I wake up and the first thing on my mind: warm
Fuzzy like an arctic fox’s tail
I look at my side and my brother’s blue eyes
He’s hugging me from the side, that’s where the warm is coming
The number of heartbeats on Martin’s bed
Music in my heart, because we cuddled to sleep and it felt so nice
I feel so nice right now
-Good morning – he smiles
I’m humming some sweet tune I heard on the radio a couple of days ago – good morning
The sound of that tune reminds me of our childhood
Of the fraternal figure of my older brother
He’s showing me an insect whilst our mother calls us for dinner
The kitchen’s radio
A hot platter of mashed potatoes
The sweat on my back, my eyes looking at the bottom of the upper bunk bed
Icy like a penguins feet
What we did last night
It wasn’t right
It was my fault
He’s still asleep, I hear his breathing and recall his moans from last night