High School Dreams 4:"Hey you."
A Year in Heaven
by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M
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I turn and find a vision of heaven framed in my doorway. He's early.
"Hay, yourself." I can hear the rumble of desire in my voice. Gods I'm glad I my rommie is out. It's going to be a trial to finish packing already.
"So are you all ready to go?"
"Almost," I grin at him and unceremoniously dump my last few books into a box and close it. "Just get this stuff in the car."
All my boxes are at the apartment already, so you've got the whole car." I'm entranced for a moment by the way he moves. He's just wearing jeans and a muscle shirt, his favored casual outfit, and it shows off his body to devastating effect. If I know this place at all there'll be girls dropping around before too long to find out who the visiting stud is.
And he's all mine.
The thought brings a dizzying smile to my face as I watch him, oblivious to the rest of the world. Three years of school on opposite sides of the continent and we're moving in together. I hadn't even dared dream of this when it started.
He pads right across the room and loops his arms loosely around my waist nuzzling me softly for a moment. "Come see the apartment I got for us," he purrs as I melt into the embrace. "You'll love it."
"If you can stand living there, I'm sure it'll be more than I would think of." I grin and nuzzled him back.
"It's nothing until it's got you," he says, his lips catching against mine for a brief kiss. "C'mon. I don't really want to be putting on a show for your friends."
"Neither do I," I purr under my breath. "Let's get there so we can properly ravage each other."
The reply doesn't come with words, just a deep lusty purr. Oh gods I want him. He hovers by me just for a moment and then steps away, lifting one of those boxes I've been lugging around with ease. I don't bother hiding my appreciation for the way the muscles bulge in his arms.
I don't bother to hide my lusty look before picking up a lighter box. Not only will it save my back, but it's a great way to watch him.
He doesn't seem to mind. Hell, he probably loves it. Together we make fairly short work of the boxes, three or four trips up and down the stair see it done, although it seems wrong somehow to be packing boxes into Daren's sleek car.
There's a remarkable number of people just floating around, happening to be in a position where they can see the muscular, devastating handsome kat who's helping me move out. He flashes a grin and a suggestive glance at a couple of the girls, and somehow rather than making me jealous it makes my cock pulse in anticipation of just how much more he'll do to me.
I know he's mine. That everything that matters to him is for me. It makes the looks and such he gives others as a matter of course no more a source of jealousy than a handshake or hello.
I can't believe this is happening. I'm really moving in with him. It'll make finances easier too, not having to cover rent.
Finally the pair of us are left standing in my room, and I don't think it's ever looked so empty. Darren's got the last couple of things tucked under his arm and looking at me expectantly.
"Nope, just getting our tails home." I grin at him.
"Mmmmm ... I've got plans for that tail too." Oh gods. He could recite a shopping list in that voice and it'd make me want him.
"Good," it's all I can say, all I can think, my mind and soul consumed by that voice. I'd fallow it anywhere.
"So let's get going. We've probably got time to unpack and then get some take out or something. Then ..." he grins that grin, "Well, that'd be telling."
"I have a different order in mind." I grin at him as I slip into the car.
"Oh really?" He asks with a grin as we slip down into the car.
I wait for the doors to shut before answering. "I want to suck you dry and coat your fur in white before we get to the bed."
"We'll drink each other then," he purrs as he leans closer, setting one hand square across my crotch. "It's been too long since I had your cock between my lips."
"Oh, gods," I can barely breath, barely think, all I want is him.
"Not too much longer now," Darren purred as he gunned the engine. "And I'll finally have you all to myself. For good."
I should correct him, I know I should. But I can't. It's so far in the future, and he's so close.
I'm hard beneath my pants, and if the arousal saturating the air in the car is any indication he probably is too. I have dreams about the moment when his cock pushes into my ass, or through my lips, but just sitting next to him in this car has me so much more keyed up. I've never understood how he does this to me.
And it doesn't take long before I don't care. My own hand is there, pressing against aroused flesh as I thrust up against it. I don't care that we're in traffic, or that he's only sitting next to me, or that I'm still dressed.
"Hey, c'mon Ty," Darren tries to joke but I can hear the tension in his voice. "That's not fair. Just a few more minutes."
I know I whimper but somehow I manage to still myself as he drives.
We pull up in front of ... well it's not really an apartment building. Not quite. There are four postboxes out the front so I assume there's four separate apartments, but each one must still be pretty big.
"We'll come back for your stuff," Darren says as he gets out. I'm not about to argue. He leads me through the side gate and across the courtyard, I can't believe I'm about to move into a place with a courtyard, and in through a door.
I don't get a chance to see anything of our place though, he's got me right up against the wall, pressing against me, the hard lump in his pants grinding up against mine.
"Oh gods Ty. Oh gods, cum."
It's way more than I need and I roar, thrusting against his body without thought to anything but the smell of our sex and lust. He follows me over the edge a few seconds later, his body pressing in hard against mine as he roars and trembles in the grip of orgasm. We stand there pressed against each other for several seconds, gasping and panting as we recover ourselves.
"'I can't get enough of you, Darren," I whimper against his thick neck. "I just can't."
"You're gonna have all you want from now on love." That word. It sends shivers down my spine when he says it.
"Don't think that's possible, love."
"Well short of getting some naked boy-toys in I can't think on any way to get you more," he jokes breathlessly.
"I don't want boy-toys," I breathe. "Just you, Darren. Just you."
"And you've got me," he whispers softly. "Top to tail, and everything in between."
"It's all I need." I whisper into the kiss of my life.
I can hardly catch my breath when our lips part. I definitely need to sit down. Oh gods.
Oh, gods he is so incredible. And we're both still dressed and he does this to me.
"I think unpacking can wait, I want to see our bed."
He grins and shifts his arms around me, sweeping me up of my feet and into his arms. He's usually so gentle with me; it's easy to forget just how strong he is. He carries me through a few rooms into our bedroom, but I'm not watching anything but him. He lays me out of the bed and then covers my body with his own, drawing me into a searing kiss and rubbing our hips against each other as I moan into his mouth.
I've godda be in heaven. I just must be.
Despite that, the kat on top of me is very solid, very hot, and very turned on. I want us out of our clothes, but I keep picturing him with my cum sprayed across the glossy black fur of his face. The movement of his tongue as he licks some of it off. The intensity of how he took me.
Thank you, whoever has given me this incredible kat for a mate.
His lips break away from mine and for a moment he just lays there, his breath washing over my neck. "Gods," he murmurs, "If it's always like this I'm gonna have some sort of heart attack from all the sex."
"Hell of a way to go," I purr back, working my hands into his clothes to get them off him. "But I think it's cause we haven't been able to touch in so long."
"I guess if I have to check out it'd be best to be with your arms around me and my cock deep in your ass."
"Or quietly in the night, wrapped in your arms," I add in a soft croon. It's my dream at least, to fall asleep in his arms and just not wake up one day.
It's not going to be for a long time Ty, no matter what," he nuzzles me softly. "We've got a hell of a lot of good times in front of us."
"Oh, yeah," I shiver in his arms. A good shiver. "Maybe when your fur is gray."
"Ugh," he makes a face. "I hate gray fur."
"Maybe you'll turn silver then," I purr, stroking his shoulders and nuzzle him. "Or are you just going to keep it dyed?"
"I dunno," he shrugs. "Dying would be a pain in the ass."
"And a long way off," I nuzzle him again. "You'll be black for a long time."
"Unless I'm white," he murmurs, closing his lips against mine to kiss me again, effectively ending the conversation.
It take my brain a moment to realize what he meant, and that sets of a deep moan as my hips thrust up against his.
He grinds back down against me, recreating for a moment the heat and the need of minutes before as we press our bodies together. Then he lifts himself off me, taking a deep shuddering breath and stripping his shirt of.
"We need to do something about these clothes, or I'm gonna come in my pants again."
I grin up and made quick work of my shorts and shirt, taking advantage of the faster time to roll to my knees and swallow him as he's getting his shoes off.
His cock's already wet with seed from his previous moment, thick and clinging the way his does. His already ready to blow again, I can tell from the way his cock twitches between my lips. With my nose against his fur the scent of his desire is intoxicating, the knowledge that I have this effect on him as powerful as the taste in my mouth.
I just love how I turn him on, just as much as what he does to me. I love how he cums when I suckle and caress the rough length with my tongue and throat. He tastes so delicious.
Especially when he's so turned on.
He leans back, supporting himself with his arms as my tongue plays over his length. He moans loudly, it barely takes me any time at all to bring him right to the edge of orgasm, given how turned on he's been. Bring him there and hold, moaning and whimpering so sweetly.
He thrusts up, growing desperate for me to let him get off. As delightful as this is, I don't have it in me to deny him this.
I cup his balls with one hand, feeling as they draw in against his body. It's only another moment before his thick white seed gushes out into my mouth and down my throat. I so love how he sounds when he cums, how he tastes as feels in the moment I bring him. I just so love him.
I smile and lick my lips as I lift my head from his groin again, looking up to fin him gazing back at me, desire shining from his deep liquid eyes.
"You still taste incredible," I purr and shift up to kiss him. I swear I will never get enough of this kat.
He lifts his arms to hold me as out lips are locked together and we fall back onto the bed. It's so good, it's hard to believe there's going to be an entire year of this.
An entire year of him beside me.
It's enough to make me think about my career choice. The digs will take me away from him so often. As much as it's what I want of my life, I want him in my life so much.
How on earth does he do this? We haven't even been back together for an hour and already I'm considering giving it all up for him. The scariest thing might be that I actually could. He insisted on paying all the rent on this place anyway, there's not much doubt he could take care of me if he had to.
But I love the digs, the exploring, the touching things no one has for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Could I really give that up, after the tastes of it I've had? I don't know, right at this moment, I think I could. But forever?
I don't want to think about it. Instead I just bury my face in his fur, breathing deep of the rich scent of his arousal, and knowing that he loves me.
"You need to go upstairs and change," my gorgeous, nearly naked panther tells me as I walk into our apartment after helping at the study hall. I think he repeated himself, knowing what seeing him only in a towel was likely to do to my attention.
"Okay, into what?" I have to ask, nearly daring him to compare to the offer in front of me.
"You'll see," the he smirks, glancing briefly in the direction of the stairs. "Go on, we're going to be late."
"All right," I had I can never tell him no. Despite what I'm leaving, I am curious what he has in store for me this time.
I go up the stairs and through into our room. Is that a suit laid out on the bed? It is. He's brought me a suit. Looks like it's going to be one of those nights.
I feel the soft sigh escape my lips as I strip and change into the uncomfortable getup. Admittedly, it's not nearly as hard to wear as the store-bought ones, but I still hate these things. As much for how they feel as what they mean. It's going to be a very long night with very little sex.
On the other hand Darren looks absolutely incredible in a suit. Then again, I'd think he looked fantastic in absolutely anything, and definitely in nothing but fur. It's got a bow tie, a real one not one of those ones you just hook together. I always have trouble with these.
I'm still messing with it when I step down into the living room.
"Here, let me get that," hey says, still just wearing that towel as he steps up and ties the tie as easily as if it were his shoelaces. He steps back and runs his eyes over me, smiling. "Ooohh yes. I was sure I'd got your measurements right, but seeing it on you is so much better."
"You do realize this qualifies as cruel and unusual torture?" I chuckle softly, eyes that incredible body so blatantly on display for me.
"No, that's an early morning management meeting," he smiles. "Now I need to go upstairs and change or we really will be late ... and that will throw everything out." He flashes me that grin, the one that shows his teeth and completely disarms me. Then he's on off up the stairs.
There are moments I swear he's trying to kill me like this, and I can't raise a single objection as I wait.
The suit's nice though. I'm not exactly an expert on these things, but I know the way Darren's mind works. He'd never accept less than the best for us. It's still strange the way he throws money around, but he has it to spend, and I can't much complain about how he chooses to spend it.
It is fun to be spoiled like this.
Especially when it means getting to see him come down the stairs in that suit. People have the wrong idea about clothes. It's easy to look sexy when all you've got on is a thong, on a pair of shorts. What's really impressive is when you're so sexy it shines through something a staid as a black suit.
And does he ever. And I know he knows it, not to mention my take on his looks. I'm sure I'm staring at him lustfully.
Sometimes I'm amazed we get anything done, the way we indulge ourselves and each other. Especially given how desperately I want to pounce on him right now.
He's not having any of that though. He flashes me another devastating grin, slips his car keys into his pocket and then opens the door for me. "Shall we go?"
"Sure," I shake my head with a chuckle and grumble for the start of what is likely to be a very long night.
The up side is the sex when we get home is always incredible, and very long.
Very, very long.
But for now I just go along for the ride, and with Darren at the wheel that's very easy. He drives just as wildly here as he did back home, despite the traffic. I wonder sometimes why he doesn't get arrested ... I guess he just knows what he's doing.
He has managed not to get in a crash after all. Or maybe he has enough money to make sure the cops don't bug him. Either way, it's a rush to be in the car with him, in more ways than one.
And it never takes us long to get where we're going.
This time it's a tall, glass building, not so unlike a number of other tell expensive glass buildings in the city, although I'm sure he's never brought me to this one before.
"Up to the roof," he says as we get out. "There's a restaurant."
"Good," I purr and press as close to him as the manners that go with these costumes permits. "I'm hungry."
We get a lift to ourselves, and it offers us a moment in which we can press closer together, enjoying a long, burring kiss as we rise. Another in the string of unbelievable experiences he's brought me.
Then the door opens and we step out together onto the roof. It's amazing. I've seen pictures of oriental gardens before, miniature plants and an incredibly meticulous attention to detail. I never expected to be standing in the middle of one of the top of an inner city skyscraper.
It's almost enough that I don't notice he's still got his arm around me as a waiter leads us to our table.
The surroundings, the panther still touching me ... he's definitely going for one of the more appealing evenings in a suit from the look and feel of things so far.
The table is set in a little opening in the garden, like everything else it's been placed with exquisite care. It's as though there couldn't possibly be anything else except a table here. I'm not really paying attention to anything as we sit down, I'm still trying to take it all in.
"What do you feel like?" He asks softly. "Wine? Sake? Just tea?"
"Tea," I nodded distractedly. Alcohol would not be a good idea right now. At least I'm guessing that's what sake is.
I don't quite catch whatever it is he says to the waiter. I'm not sure that it was English though. It would hardly be the first time he spoke in the language native to the restraint theme. I rather wonder how many languages he has stuck in his head, at least enough to make scene here. It must be quiet a few.
It smells incredible here. Almost as incredible as it looks, and he feels, so close to me.
"Teriyaki, sukiyaki, tempura, sushi, sushimi ... any preference?" He's going over the menu. I hadn't even realized we had them.
Sushi ... something with fish I think. "Not really," I smile at him. "You always choose well."
It's very much the truth. I've always enjoyed what he chooses, even the things I still can't pronounce.
"We'll get a bit of everything then, the food here is absolutely incredible." The same impeccable care that was demonstrated in the surroundings was echoed in the waiters. Almost makes me wonder if they're listening in for perfect moments to appear. The waiter pours our tea and Darren spends almost five minutes explaining exactly what he wants, all of it in completely fluent ... I don't even know exactly which language that is.
Whatever he's saying though, seems to be perfectly understood by the slender Siamese tom. I'm perfectly content to let him handle it all. I may fake it well, but I am so out of my element here it's not funny.
But judging from the tea, and his taste, I have no doubt the food will be unbelievably good.
That's something he never fails to manage.
"So," he says, smiling and returning his attention to me as the waiter head off, well armed with instructions. "How's your project going?"
That drags my attention away from the incredible garden around us. "A little ahead of schedule," I grin. I don't know if he's brought it up to relax me or genuine interest, but he knows I can talk forever about my work. "Though it's a pain sharing grounds with the Paleontology division, even if we are responsible for their being there."
"Sounded like a good idea at the time huh?"
"Professional courtesy," I have to chuckle ruefully. "We both study old stuff buried in the ground. We do tend to find things for the other."
"I guess you would," he nods, taking a sip of the tea. He looks so absolutely confident, in control. "Just don't let them push you around, or I'll have to come by and sort them out."
"No one messes with me on my own dig," I tell him with a predatory smile I doubt he's seen before. Privately, it still amazes me I have such strength out there. "I wouldn't mind seeing you out there, though."
"I know," he says with a little sigh and a nod. "It'd be easier if it was a little more accessible."
"I guess so," I have no nod. It's not an hour into the brush, but I guess that is quite a ways for him. I have to wonder if he's figured out that this is probably the closest dig I'll ever have. "It's not so far I don't come home most nights, though."
"Thank goodness," he grins. "We've had enough time apart."
"For a lifetime," I nod. As much as it's the truth, I know it's only just begun.
"Absolutely," he says nodding. "I've been thinking ... we should go away for a while over the academic break. I'm pretty sure I can get a week or two off."
Two weeks, over winter break? I know my body must be telegraphing my torn shock. It's the perfect time to get in good with the museum and I kind of said I would, but gods, it is tempting.
"I have work at the museum," I start, thinking furiously over finals schedule and just when I'm supposed to be where. "But I can get away for ... eleven or twelve days. The last half of finals week and the week after it through Monday."
"You'd rather spend time in a dusty old museum than having fun with me?" His tail snakes under the table, brushing against my leg. He's not playing fair.
"N-no," I stammer as I take a sharp breath. "No more than you'd rather go to business meetings than sleep late with me."
"It's OK Ty," he chuckles softly, "I know it's important for you. I would like for us to be able to get away though."
"It's only going to be a couple days sort of two weeks," I say weakly. I hate it that he can make me feel guilty for doing what I have to.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know full well he'd support me money-wise; he already is to a large extent. The museum and this degree is what I want to do. What I've wanted my entire life. He just asks so little for what he gives me, I feel like a heal for turning him down, even a little.
"We'll have to make sure every day is worth it then," He says with a smile.
"I'm sure we will," I purr softly and smile back on reflex before trying my tea. The cup is odd, with no handle, more like a small bowl than a cup, really. It tastes good though. A little bitter, but good.
A few moments later another waiter arrives with bowls and steamed rice, which he sets and serves out for us. He exchanges a few words with Darren, who nods.
"The first course will be along shortly," my panther explains.
"When did you find the time to learn so many language?"
"I don't know them all this well," he chuckles softly. "It's very useful when dealing with overseas customers to be able to speak with them in their own language. Even being able to order dinner makes them feel more at ease."
"Just enough to get by, in most?" I have to chuckle. That's my panther. Do the least amount of work needed to look good.
And damn, but he always looks good. I'd much rather eat him than the dinner he has planned, but the rice will have to do until I get him home. That is, if I can figure out the sticks that pass for silverware here.
"Only mostly," he replies with a grin. "I have to admit I've been showing off a little bit, I've always liked this language and the food ... ah, speaking of which this looks like our pork arriving."
"Smells good," I purr. I do love it when he shows off. He looks even better, as hard as that is to believe. "And you know what you showing off does to me," I give him a wink and watch him work through the offerings until the eating sticks make scene enough to use.
"You just wait until later," he purrs, his voice dropping to a low rumble. Oh Gods. He might look respectable but I'm sure I know where his mind is right now. Because it's exactly where mine is. I know he knows just how much that voice gets to me, just how bad I want to jump him, to hear him roar and feel him hot and hard inside me.
I swear he must enjoy these tests of control. He must, the way he keeps doing this.
He just flashes me a grin and starts with the pork, handling the bizarre cutlery with ease. I bet that's to make dealing with foreigners easier too. Though if he enjoys this food, he probably studied this more.
At least the sticks aren't as difficult to use as trying to remember which knife or fork to use in a formal presentation dinner. And the company and food is much better. I have to give him that, he has excellent taste in food.
The pork is ... well, I don't think I've ever had anything quite like it. The meat is very tender, the flavor rich and spicy but not really hot. I like it. A lot.
And it's not at all a surprise. I always like the food on these outings a lot. But this is better than most. I think I'm going to share his liking of this food. I could get very used to this kind of food. I'm sure other places we could eat like this regularly aren't quite so good, but if it's even half this incredible, I'm going to like it.
I bet it's good cold and reheated too.
The thought makes me giggle, and I almost choke on one of those delicious morsels. It's just so inappropriate to the setting, to be thinking about microwaved takeout surrounded by such a perfectly crafted environment.
He notices, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "Are you OK over there?"
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about the food." I smile at him, reassuring. "It's incredible, even by the standards of these dates."
"We had a lunch meeting here last week," he grins. "Isn't it great?"
"It really is," I smile, meaning it more than I usually do. "I was thinking that this kind of food must be available on a level we can eat more often. The pork is amazing."
"The pork, yes I think we can, although the sukiyaki that we're having later is really only worth it if you come somewhere like this. Not that you aren't gorgeous in that suit."
"Oh, you," I can't believe his teasing sometimes. "This just isn't a place to come a couple times a week. I really like it."
"We could come here as often as you wanted," he says seriously. "It's not a problem."
"I'm sure it's not," I purr with a smile. I know he'd do anything for me he could. But how to explain that as much as I love the food, there's not the time or inclination to eat like this that often? "You know how I usually eat on the run. Having this kind of food in my regular diet with the burgers and burritos is something I'd like. You know, the take-out version of it for everyday, and here when there is time to properly enjoy it."
"Yes, I know exactly what your eating habits are like," he says with a smirk. He teases me about it often enough. "But as it happens I think I might know a place where you can get what you might call the budget version."
"I'd love that," I purr with a smile. "And this, and you. How you enjoy spoiling me."
"You deserve it," he replies, those big liquid eyes catching mine. "I love you Ty."
I feel my eyes close as I melt inside completely. What that panther can do to me with just his voice. I love him so much. I never feel like any reply is adequate when he says it like that.
"Now finish your rice," he couldn't possibly fit any more smirk onto his face. "The next course will be here soon."
"Of course love." I purr deep in my throat and turn my attention to the perfectly steamed rice and the rest of the pork.
"You really know how to arrange an incredible meal, Darren." I tell him softly as the last of the meal disappears. I know I've never tasted food this incredible.
"It's not finished yet Ty."
"I'm sure you're going to show me the impossible and top this," I smile at him.
"Well it is pretty impressive," he admits with a smile, nodding towards something behind me. I twist around in my seat and see the waiter approaching again with a large glass dish. It's on fire.
A raise an eyebrow at that. "Fire eating isn't one of my skills, you know."
"You're not supposed to eat it while it's actually burning," Darren chuckles.
The waiter sets the dish down between us and provides us each with a smaller dish. I can feel the heat of it on my face. He produces a lid to the larger dish and covers the fire over, starving it down in only a few seconds. What I can see when he removes the lid again seem to be melon balls, entirely undamaged by their pyrotechnic treatment.
I don't say anything; I don't have any clue what to say. It's definitely interesting, but I can't see how this can top the pork, unique presentation not withstanding.
The waiter spoons Some of the melon out for each of us, then sketches a little bow and leaves. Darren spears one of the melon balls on his fork, thankful we don't have to try and eat these with those other awkward things, and pops it in his mouth.
If I've learned one thing in life, it's to give anything a try once as long as it's not immediately fatal, and I secure one from my bowl and sniff it lightly before sliding it from my fork. The flames were from alcohol, and the melon soaked in it.
"Interesting, definitely." I nod. It's an odd mix of flavors, definitely not unpleasant, but not as good as the pork.
"It was worth it to see your face when you first saw the flames," he says with a playful grin.
I bet. I vaguely remember stories about such things, but I've never seen it before. It must have been quite an expression.
"It's definitely the most unusual dish I've ever had," I chuckle softly. "Do you think you'd come home with me for the New Year holiday dinner?"
"Uh, I might be able to yeah. What date is it this year?"
"The twenty-second," I smile at him. After four years together, it's long past time he joined the family.
"I'll see what I can do. I think we've got a conference party coming in around then, but I might be able to come see your folks and still get back in time."
"It would mean a lot to me, if you could manage," I smile at him and lean over to kiss his cheek softly.
"I know love," he murmurs softly. "I'll try, promise."
"That's all I ask for," I smile softly at him and try another melon ball. The taste does grow on you.
Darren nods and leans back in his chair, spearing another melon ball for himself. "I'll let you know."
High School Dreams 4: A Year in Heaven
NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is None Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Medium Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
35 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written April 1, 2003 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Vorex
Setting: Generic Furry
Primary Races: Cheetah, Panther
Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M).
Pairings: Tyden Swyla/Darren Pending
Blurb: Moving in together has it's ups and downs, but for a year, the guys are together and know it.
Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.
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