Inspired by the GL poem, Love and Hate by soras-girl-74, on DeviantART. (This isn't a GL fanfic, actually, it's a BL, but it goes along the same line/principle as it.)
Attention!: There will be Mpreg in this.
((I am still working on Heroes Rise Again, but this came to mind and I wanna know what y'all think of it.))
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Introduction 1: Pip
The blonde British teen named Pip Pirrip stared up at the starry night sky as he sat down on a bench in front of Stark's Pond. He brushed the strands of his hair that fell from the front of the dark gray beret to rest in front of his golden eyes. He loved clear summer nights, it gave him a chance to not only actually wear a red t-shirt with his usual dark gray shorts, but it allowed him to just relax and clear his mind. That's what he'd miss whenever he had to go to England for college in only a few months - he had to live with his roommate near the university for a month before the semester began - the quiet summer nights of South Park, Colorado.
Pip lowered his head to look at the dirty pond in front of him. In the faint moonlight, the water looked black and beautiful with the bright green lily pads, some of which actually had pure white lilies on top of them. A light breeze blew past, sending the slightest ripples across the water. He smiled at the sight, the mild beauty of night couldn't be seen during the day no matter how hard one tried to look for it.
But as much as he loved how beautiful the night was, he had to admit that he'd prefer to be under a roof.
It had been nearly a week since the blonde had slept safe in a house. The woman he'd been living with had suddenly decided to go to New York City with her sister without warning him. He'd gotten home one day to find the doors locked and a note on the door telling him to stay with a friend for three weeks. It hadn't even been a week and he was already hating living in the park, in alleys, and in abandoned cars near his friend Kenny McCormick's house. He supposed he could've asked one of his friends, Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny, Tweek Tweak, or even Clyde Donovan, but he'd hate to impose.
Suddenly Pip shivered and wrapped his arms around his torso as he drew his legs close to his chest. There hadn't been a gust of cold wind or anything, it was just that he felt like someone or something was watching him…closely. He nervously looked at the scarce amount of trees around and behind him that lined a short path leading to the buildings of the main street through the small mountain town.
After a moment to allow the feeling of being watched to pass, Pip relaxed against the bench again. No one was around, at least he hoped so. As long as there wasn't anyone hiding in the trees anyway.
He looked back up at the dotted velvet sky and smiled again. "Such a peaceful night," he murmured.
Smoothly, a pair of pale white arms wrapped around the Brit's shoulders. A black tattoo of a snake wrapped around a thorned cross adorned the right forearm and the nails of the hands were painted jet black. The tall black-haired, red-eyed teen behind Pip smirked and breathed into his ear, "Hello there, my Pip."