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*hugs Awww! Thank you big sis ^^!!

((Why the hell didnt I see this before? Thank you!))

I just love my little sis, and I won’t let anyone else have her!

((Just though I should post something.))

Scarlet: You know.... reasons...

This boss terrified me T..T

It was endearing, in a way, to see the two together. Monster Mary's face was twisted in amusement as the figure underneath her swung gently back and forth from the bar; horrifying noises emitting from the other's mouth that probably was either singing or laughter. Monster Mary couldn't understand what the doll creature said but it didn't matter; it was clear that the two were having fun. Occasionally, the bloodied hands would slip from the bar and the doll would fall down onto the floor. Scarlet would scowl and give another roar before the Monster woman laughed and helped up the insanely tall being with her long tentacles. Then Scarlet would jump and grab Monster Mary's bar, swinging on the metal frame once again.

They both finally had what they wanted: Scarlet had her mother and Mary had her child. While the bodies of the suffocated woman and the dismembered girl had long been disposed of, guilt and negative memories made sure that Mary and Scarlet would be able to play together forever.

((OOC: Weird ficlet it weird XDDD))

You know why I love the endings with this scene in it? Not just because it's insanely sweet and definitely something that touches you after all the insanity, but because of the raw emotion here.

Murphy's been in prison for God knows how long and, if the monsters are anything to go by, he's afraid of people. Since Charlie's death, he's been living through hell: going to prison, breaking up with his wife, getting unsatisfying revenge, watching Frank being bashed and, of course, Silent hill.

Then not only Anne says she forgives him, but she pulls him into a hug. Murphy probably hadn't had any human interaction for a long time. Anne's hug is probably the most normal and affectionate thing that's happened to Murphy since his life went to hell that the close up of his face really shows how much he's just embracing the forgiveness.

This is easily one of my favourite scenes in Silent Hill- it's really the end of that long road... Isn't it Mr. Pendleton?

Forgiveness

((OOC: Reblogging here because its an OTP, beautifully written and NO ONE -besides me- writes for the other kids in homecoming)) ((*sobs grossly* ITS SO SAD ;-;))

Yeah, wrote this in like an hour x__x

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I haven’t written fanfic in years, so don’t hate too much @___@

SILENT HILL DISNEY PRINCES!

Sorry Shattered Memories Cheryl... I forgot you... but I have something special planned for you and Laura!

Silent Hill Disney Princesses: [link]

Silent Hill Disney Villains: [link]

((OOC: Josh's response to this: [link]))

EEP! J-Josh! *hides away her daydream* Um... Um.... I... DOLLS ARE NOT STUPID! *runs inside of her house and locks the door*

The Scarlets get all of the love.

((Fun fact: Alex was supposed to be in the picture paired with Doll and Scarlet but it was too hard to fit him.))

Well... since you all enjoyed the Silent Hill Disney Princesses: [link]

Enjoy the SH Disney Villains!!!!

... Just... Yes. Everyone needs to follow this blog right now.

Silent Hill Whores Blog is finally here!

Follow the adventures of Stripper Murphy and Sassy James as they try survive Heather Mason’s brothel of Silent Hill chaos :D

Chapter 1: Threesomes with Mr. Townshend.

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Hey! Dolls aren't stupid. *sees rapid movement of arms* Eep! *hides back indoors*

"It's not your fault"

-Charlie Pendleton

I'm so happy you're back Big Sister Walter! I missed you *hugs*

I love my family! Anyone can be part of it!

((Provided Female!Walter doesn't get crazy possessive over her little sister. ^^))

We tried to base it on personalities (and the fact Heather is the only one with boobs) Alex is Iron Man because, though his temper if of Steve's, he's the only one who shows 'magnificent bastard' qualities. Also Henry and Cap. America are totally awkward derps at times ^^.

Mary would be Loki.

I'm sorry...

http://askscarletfitch.tumblr.com/post/22887479123/mary-would-be-loki

Mary would be Loki.

http://askscarletfitch.tumblr.com/post/22899731593/im-sorry

I need some help with this Silent Hill tribute/Mep part. I use the new imovie program (the one with blue screen) and I'm not sure what effects I want to add to this. Any advice/contribution/ideas are appreciated.

-Pikana

Silent hill Children as Teenagers

Left to right:

Laura Sunderland: Rebel Princess

Joshua Shepherd: Artsy fool

Scarlet Fitch: Diva

Joey Bartlett: Earthbound jock

Nora Holloway: Bookworm baby

Charlie Pendleton: Adorkable child

I iz pretty

Scarlett Fitch, Silent Hill: Homecoming.

Listen to the song as you look at the pic ^^

((Henrietta is the best ^^))

"... is it weird that I'm two cups bigger then Carol?"

((I swear I respect Murphy... He's my favourite character! Honestly!))

((...I think this is the part where I'm kicked out of the SH fandom...))

There are three things I know about you: You care for me. You healed me. You saved my life.

There are three things that I know about me: I trust you. I am thankful for you. I love you.

-Eileen Galvin

((Shippers gotta Ship. Henry/Eileen ftw ^^))

Eileen as Catwoman, Elle as Black Canary and Anne as Huntress

Parody Lyrics: "Birds of Prey" From Batman the Brave and the Bold. Puns thanks to me and my friends XD

----- Eileen: Good evening, all you gentlemen Monsters, creeps and crooks Anne: Men in tights come after you And still you're off the hook Elle: For those who scare and terrorize It's the dawn of a brand new day All: YOU SCUM CAN SIMPLY CALL US THE ONE AND ONLY BIRDS OF PREY Eileen: Heather Mason's got a strong swing Anne and Elle: Pretty strong that little thing Elle: Henry's deeds are really swell Anne and Eileen: But who will bring him out of his shell? Eileen: Travis' truck, can't finish last Anne: Too bad sometimes he's just too fast ;) All: While all the boys can always save the day No one does it better than the Birds of Prey (The one and only Birds of Prey) While all the boys can always save the day No one does it better No one does it better than the Birds of Prey Eileen: Alex Shepherd has heroic traits That is when he's shooting straight (Elle: Hey!) (Eileen: I'm just saying) Elle: Harry Mason's always courageous Anne: His little girl, less outrageous XP Elle: James Sunderland can expand Becomes a pillow in our hands :D All: While all the boys can keep you monsters at bay No one does it better than the Birds of Prey (The one and only Birds of Prey) While all the boys can always save the day No one does it better No one does it better than the Birds of Prey Eileen: Murphy throws that chair from his hand What a weapon, what a man... :O Elle: Check out that thick, sexy belt Sure can make a girl's heart melt <3 Anne: He's always right there for the save... I'd like to see his secret cave ;) All: While Cupcake does things in his special way He'd do it better with the Birds of Prey (The one and only Birds of Prey) While Murphy always seems to save the day No one does it better No one does it better than the Birds of Prey (Birds of Prey)

Eileen: Meow ;)

Anne: *socks her in the face* My man!

((Not fix something... fix someone. Like... him... and his head... XD))

((Im horrible XP))

SILENT WHORE

Starring:

Harry Mason as Shattered Memories Harry

James Sunderland as a sexy police officer

Henry Townshend as Nurse Eileen

Heather Mason as Princess Heart

Murphy Pendleton as Cupcake

Alex Shepherd as Corset Cynthia

((I swear I respect these characters! Yes I know the portion is off but... umm... no excuse.))

((When I'm mad that I have a biology test tomorrow I do fanservice... go sue me xP))

Please ignore this.

I know Im going to hell.

Part of a Skype RP i'm doing with GoddessofAnubis. She's Greedler and I'm Alex getting raped )X

*prepares for all of the followers leaving*

Murphy/Henry incest fic

Done by request for a certain someone ;)

Warning: Alternate universe, teenagers, incest, fluffy. Fluffy... cheesy... FEEL THE FLUFF. Yaoi. Mentions of abuse and fluff.

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It was late at night when he finally walked into their shared bedroom. He would have slammed the door shut, if he didn’t know that the hinges would break, but instead closed it gently. As soon as the reassuring ‘click’ was heard, the seventeen year old locked the door from the inside. The only good thing about living in Silent Hill’s most rundown apartment was that it was close to a locksmith. Along with his brother, he would walk down to the smith, as often as they could, and would ask if they could have some of the old locks. They had collected an impressive amount of bolts, clasps and latches over the years and had attached each and every one onto their frail door. When he had finished putting every lock in place, the security made the exit look like a foreboding, chained fortress. Just how they liked it. Despite the darkness, the tall man didn’t bother with the room lights: his quarters were already dimly illuminated by the lone streetlamp outside. The teenager carefully walked past his shared chest of drawers and the scrapbook-covered table towards the two pathetic-looking, single beds. He stared at the occupied bed, gazing at the unmoving body of his beloved. He slowly sat down, causing the old furniture to loudly creak as the extra weight was added. “Murphy?” Despite the lithe figure being still under the worn blanket, the brunette knew that his younger brother was awake. He never went to bed before midnight. Neither of them did. Murphy smiled gently, letting his hand stroke his brother’s dry face in confirmation. Upon contact, he felt his whole body light up and joy course through him. Murphy loved his brother. He loved him very much. It was getting to the point his affection was considered past brotherly. “Hey...” Murphy whispered, “you okay?” Of course, he never had time to question his feelings. He had to make sure his brother was alright. He always did. The figure under the blanket shuffled and sat up, revealing his thin, younger brother, Henry. Henry gave a sharp nod, sending his messy hair over his eyes and suddenly resembling a puppy. Murphy chuckled but the thin teen flicked his hair off his face and glared, unamused. The laughter died quickly and there was silence between the two. “He hit you again, didn’t he?’ His tone made it sound more like a statement then a question. While the tone was monotonous, his narrow face was drenched in worry and concern. It was very discomforting to his sibling, being used to seeing Henry’s default ‘poker face’, and Murphy was forced to look away from the scrutinizing gaze. He broke their routine today and Henry was anxious. Of course he was. He had every reason to be. It was the same everyday. After school, the two would usually go home via bus, hurry up the stairs to their apartment and do their chores: Murphy cleaning up the usual drunken mess and Henry cooking dinner. Then they would head straight to their room and hide behind their locked door. Until the next day, they would remain in there and occupy themselves with homework and idle chatter. All because they didn’t want to see their father. Murphy hated the routine. He hated it almost as much as he hated his father: a pathetic, drunken-mess of a man who had enough strength in his punches to kill an ox and a liver stronger then that. It sickened him to no end that both he and Henry had to cower in fear from him everyday, despite they were both nearing adulthood. For ten years, the Pendleton brothers had lived like frightened rats. Murphy had hated every minute of it. The nightmare began when their mother died- after a horrible car accident. He couldn’t remember much before her death, but he knew that he had felt happy before then. They all did. When she so abruptly left, their father broke. He soon fell into depression and turned to excessive binge-drinking. The drinking got him fired from his respectable job and forced their small family to move to the once-prosperous dump known as Silent Hill- where he now worked, for minimum-wage, in a factory. His drinking only got worse then. His depression then turned to sick aggression and he began taking it out on the boys. He blamed them for their sweet mother’s death because she had been speeding to pick up her sons from school. He would yell how it was their fault, and how he wished they were never born, before punching Murphy in the face or throwing something at Henry. Mostly, he would pick on Henry. Both of them had considered trying to get away from this awful place. None of the police or child care services gave a damn about what was happening in Silent Hill (they had given up on crime there- Silent Hill was the slime at the bottom of the barrel) so Murphy had tried, two years ago, getting a part-time job to rustle up some money. Just enough money to get them both away from that terrible man. The plan didn’t end well. When he had arrived home from his first day at work, he found that his father had come home early and, the then thirteen-year old, Henry crying in a corner; glass shards (from his father’s beer bottle) lodged into his arms. Henry was the more reserved and sensitive of the two. He was very awkward and extremely shy; possessing ‘doormat tendencies’ their father loved to exploit. While Murphy wasn’t beyond ramming his fist into his father’s beer belly; Henry took the abuse given. It was like he had an aura that asked people to bully him. It was around him at school too. Bullies picked on Henry all the time; so Murphy had to protect him there too. Henry wasn’t completely dependent on Murphy but the older boy took it upon himself to be his shield. It had always been this way. “Did dad hit you again?” Henry’s light, unintentionally-calming voice pulled Murphy out of his tired, zoned state. Slowly, the youth placed his hand on Murphy’s shoulder forcing the emotional man to look at his straight face. “Tell me Murphy... did dad hit you?” “He didn’t hit me.” The young man hated the concerned look the other brunette was giving. He was looking at what a mess he was: Angry red marks and bruises... along with one lone scar on his prominent cheekbone. Henry was always looking so concerned and sad.



“Don’t lie to me.” He said stiffly. Murphy felt his empty stomach churn at the words of distrust. “I never lie to you.” Sometimes he kept things from the fifteen year old, like his feelings, but he never outright lied. Henry usually could spot the deception immediately. “... He didn’t hit me. He came with a knife.” “What?” Henry’s voice was dramatically softer in disbelief. He was unable to speak. He didn’t have to. Knowing him so well, Murphy could read most of his brother’s thoughts off his face and body: and he cringed when he realised the scale of panic Henry was in. If Henry was anything like him, he would’ve yelled: “Why? What did you do? Why were you so late? You missed the bus! I was worried sick!” He reached out to comfort his brother but the youth shook his hand away and stared at his body. Murphy sighed. He didn’t want Henry to be upset like this. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I got detention at school.”  “For what?” The expression flickered off his face, replacing itself with mournful curiosity. “Sullivan, Sewell and Napier were bullying you at lunch, right?” The brunette nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “Well... after Eileen took you away, I... kinda got into a fight with them.” Henry’s eyes widened again. “What the hell? Are you crazy?” Again he saw his brother’s panicked traits. He resisted the urge to bring his brother into a hug and reassure him with empty words.  “I had Anne for back up.” Henry looked up at the mention of Murphy’s best friend. “She has one, mean roundhouse kick on her. Took Sewell down in two hits and gave him a bloody nose. I tried to do the same with Sullivan but that didn’t work as well. I fell over.” That released the tension out of Henry. It was as close as Murphy was going to get to a smile or a laugh. “Are you crazy?” Murphy gave him a simple smirk. Was he crazy? No... generally Murphy was just inattentive in class, suspicious of everything and he kept to himself. He was normal as you could be, given his circumstances. But was he crazy for Henry? ...Yes. Yes, he was. “Maybe I am...” “Okay. I can accept that...” Murphy heard his tone and knew it was time to cut the weak jokes. “... Continue please.” “Well... what’s there to say?” He shrugged. “Mr. Coleridge stopped the fight and he sent the five of us to the principal’s office. For some reason, bloody principal what’s-his-face didn’t believe me when I said I was fighting for you.” Murphy noticed his brother fidgeting- something he would do when he was embarrassed or caught off guard. Silence continued to linger around them. “Well... since it’s Friday, we had to stay in school until seven and do shit I barely even remember and... well... then they called up our ‘charming father’.” “And then he got mad.” Henry cringed. “And then he got mad.” Murphy repeated with a sigh, thankful that his younger brother didn’t ask about the car ride home and remained oblivious to his painful ‘detour’ to a parking lot. He didn’t doubt that Henry had heard their fighting when they returned. Murphy suddenly wondered how long had Henry been waiting for him to come up. Henry’s body was tense, practically screaming that’d he’d been worried sick. He hadn’t he seen his brother’s face like this- so emotional- in a long time. Murphy slowly placed his larger hands over his beloved sibling’s. “Don’t worry Henry. I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Have you seen yourself in the mirror Murphy?" If he was being yelled at, Murphy probably would have found it easier to cope. This was just Henry talking to him in his tender but disappointed voice. Murphy felt his gut flip. The man shamefully looked away again, trying not to look into the troubled green eyes. He knew exactly how he looked but he didn’t want Henry to worry: he wanted him to feel as safe as he could in this hell hole. Murphy had to be strong for the both of them. Like how he always was. Suddenly, the young man felt a palm on his face. The hand cupped under Murphy’s chin turned his head back towards his dearest brother. A faint blush began to spread over Murphy’s cheeks as his blue-grey eyes met Henry’s green-amber ones. Under the faint, gold-ish light, the two brothers just stared intimately at each other. Henry opened his captivating lips, to say something, but he quickly closed it. The action made Murphy realise how badly he wanted to fuck morals and kiss him right there. Their faces were so close and their lips were almost touching. He just needed to lean slightly over... He didn’t. “Henry... I’m fine...” Murphy said finally. While his face moved away, his hands slid up to affectionately hug him and close the small gap between their bodies. Henry then grabbed his wrists, tears starting to crawl out of his eyes. “No... You’re not Murphy...” The pain laced on his face showed that he wanted to yell. “You never are. You’ve been hurt again and stop trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt.” His voice was wavering as he fought back his tears. Murphy just sat there as Henry’s grip tightened. “Please... please just stop taking hits for me. I’m old enough, now, to take care of myself...” Murphy pried his hand out of the younger one’s hold. His thumb brushed the stray, salty drops off his brother’s face. Henry didn’t fight him. “Do you know how much it hurts when I see you bleed? When I see you in pain? When I know it’s because of me? Why do you do it?” His voice got fainter with every sentence. “I’m always making you unhappy...” “No you’re not.” “Then you enjoy getting hit? Why do you keep putting yourself into these situations?” Henry looked away. “...Please tell me.” “Because I’m your brother and... I love you. I will always protect you.” He said slowly, practically without thinking. Henry brought him into a hug, one that he eagerly returned. Murphy let the night take the noise as they held each other; soaking up every detail of the embrace. He could feel his brother’s heart beat through his chest; his body heat surge up and Henry’s breathing- slow, deep and nervous. “What else?” Henry asked suddenly. “Huh?” “What else?” He insisted. The older brother tried to part away but his sibling kept him from moving too far. Henry looked at him. “What do you mean?” Murphy asked as he looked down, not daring to directly meet the younger man’s eyes. Another burst of silence followed. Then Murphy suddenly felt Henry’s sweet, forbidden lips against his own. He could hardly believe his utterly adorable brother was making out with him. Murphy just froze as the person behind the lips found he wasn’t resisting. Suddenly, the teenager flipped Murphy onto his back. Murphy’s surprised yell was broken by the second, more sensual kiss. Henry shook and pressed harder against his brother, slithering his tongue into the reluctantly-eager mouth. Murphy gave a small moan, writhing as Henry continued to kiss him. As much as Murphy wanted to continue their mouth warfare, he knew that this... this seemed wrong. Did he actually feel how he did? Or was Henry using him for comfort? Murphy placed his hands against Henry’s thin frame and tried to push him off... only for his hands to be slapped away. Henry changed his target, taking advantage of his brother’s shocked reaction to his aggressiveness, and began to nibble and lick his neck. Murphy bit back a moan as the warm saliva slicked onto his flesh. Henry’s sensuous hands ran up the older teen’s body, feeling the curl of Murphy’s muscles under him. “H-Henry! W-what are you doing?” Henry entwined their fingers and pushed himself up, straddling Murphy’s hips. “Come on! I mean g-gah!” Henry brought his face down to Murphy’s. Contrary to his actions, Henry didn’t look at all lustful. Instead it was a shy, adorable face that screamed ‘please fuck me.’ “I love you Murphy.” Murphy could feel his heart stop. “And... if you don’t love me back... it’s okay. Just... let me pleasure you for a while.” Murphy’s mouth was filled by Henry’s tongue before he could respond. The limber fingers snaked their way to the loose, green shirt; picking the buttons off as Henry’s mouth danced in and out of Murphy’s. The older brother moaned as Henry licked the bottom of his lip and began to suck it.  Murphy shivered as the night’s chill crept onto his torso. The aroused brunette on top of him ran his fingers down his scarred, chiseled chest; tickling him slightly before his sibling’s mouth moved yet again to his taunt nipples. At his touch, Murphy flushed a gleaming red. While this was literally his horniest fantasy come to life, he was still hesitant to respond. As much as his body was screaming for him to take control and fuck his brother senseless, Murphy kept restraint. Henry was fifteen. He wasn’t supposed to have his first sexual experience so early, especially with his brother... right? A surge of pleasure snapped Murphy out of his stupidly rational thoughts. He looked down to see Henry, looking uncharacteristically coy and downright sexy, licking his torso. His hands had already slipped down to his belt and had started prying it off. Murphy yelped and began to struggle a bit. He had to take care of his little brother- not be tempted by him and possibly traumatize him for the rest of his life. “You want me... don’t you bro?” He wasn’t talking dirty. Henry stated it like the fact it was. Here he was, almost screaming in complete ecstasy at the attention given, and Henry was just... being Henry. Murphy moaned, struggling to resist the feelings given by his precious brother. The younger man licked the nipple again, accidentally rubbing his chest against Murphy’s bulging pants as he slinked up. His body was screaming wildly now. He couldn’t... he had to resist all of his brother’s incubus-like temptation. And then something occurred to Murphy. Just because he didn’t want to ruin sex for both of them; didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in a little taste. It was Henry’s turn to give the yell. Murphy wrapped his previously-idle hands around his waist and   flipped the two. The bed squealed as Murphy fluidly pressed his mouth against the similar shaped lips: rolling his tongue around and absorbing the taste of his forbidden fruit. Henry’s breathing quickly became ragged and harsh as Murphy kissed him more intensely. He closed his eyes and began to croon in the back of his throat, arousing Murphy further. Thick hands began to roll down Henry’s sides, stopping at the curve of his hip while the other teased the thin pajama pants. Underneath his hands, he felt Henry’s muscles shudder and tense, as if preparing itself for what was to come. “Murphy...” Instead, Murphy took the hands out of his pants and took off the younger teen’s pajama top, showing his ensemble of scars. Murphy knew his brother hated them- how he had to always see them and how they would never go away. He hated Murphy seeing the ugly mark too: the boy tried to take his shirt back but Murphy threw it to the other bed. He pecked Henry’s lips gently and the two looked at each other again. Slowly, Murphy moved down to his body. With a hard bite and grind, he started to make large hickeys over Henry’s scars. Henry moaned and shuddered as Murphy replaced the heinous marks with ones of his own. Abuse was concealed by love, comfort, affection and a hint of lust. It took most of his willpower to not go any further and the rest of it to not stop when he accidentally made Henry bleed. While raw and painful at first, Murphy’s emotions began to speak through the new red/purple marks forming on Henry’s body. The sky had started to glow red when Murphy finished sucking Henry’s fingers. Although both of them were both eager for the other’s bodies, Murphy backed away and embraced the younger boy into a hug. “Let’s stop here... okay?” He whispered. Henry panted heavily, glancing up in sexual frustration. “Henry... I know... it’s been hard on both of us but this isn’t the way to lose our virginity. Come on... when you find that special someone... do you really want to think of me?” “Yes.” Henry groaned, unintentionally grinding his body against his brother. “... Let’s stop here. Alright?” Even though he said it in the same way, Henry listened to him. The young man backed away and sat in the middle of the bed. He gave a slow, defeated nod. Without words, Henry shifted over and, taking his cue, Murphy slid under the covers into the single bed with him. Murphy tiredly cradled his brother, placing his face in the other’s soft hair. Henry cuddled against his body, just enjoying his brother’s closeness. They were content and now were beginning to cool down. Quiet descended and the two were suddenly still. They remained in the cuddling position for such a long time, Murphy thought his brother was sleeping. The sun was rising and Murphy knew he wasn’t going to sleep. The man reached out to touch his brother’s face stopping suddenly the smaller teenager spoke. “... You probably hate me. I’m sorry.”  “I don’t hate you.” He murmured back. “I just don’t think either of us are ready for this yet. I don’t want us to rush into something that we’re not sure about.” “So you hate me.” Henry repeated. “Henry... I love you.” He said firmly. Although his voice was level, his heart had started convulsing rapidly. “I’ve loved you from the time you were born... as a brother... and...” He died off. Henry’s breath got slightly louder. “...I’m not saying you don’t know how to feel... but you can’t confuse love with...” “Love with comfort. I know and I haven’t Murphy.” The younger man interrupted. Henry shifted in his arms. “And I know I have feelings for you... far beyond brotherly.” Shame laced his voice. “You’re always there, protecting me and I love you for that and more. You don’t just ‘make’ me feel better like Eileen or Alex. You are the reason I feel better. I feel better just having you around.” He trembled as Murphy tensed. “As long as I can remember, it’s always been you holding me and... and... I just can’t explain it. I only realised tonight... last night... how much you mean to me and how madly I’m in love with you.” His voice trailed off quickly, as if he wanted to saw more but was too embarrassed. Murphy stared down at Henry before hugging him closely. Henry whimpered in a child-like manner. “Please... don’t hate me...” “I don’t. I could never hate you.” Murphy kissed his brother on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve loved you like I should love someone else? Do you know how many hours I’ve spend wondering about how I should confess my feelings for you? I’ve loved you like this longer then I should. I wanted you so badly bro.” He squeezed him. “Do you want to know why I can fight? You fixed everything and made things right for me. Just by smiling you gave me the will for me to survive and a reason to fight. You never knew it, but you've done so much for me; just your presence gives me courage. You were always there to encourage me to do my best and the only one to give two damns.” Henry gasped as Murphy finished his sappy confession. “You are the only one that I love... The person who gave meaning to my life is you...” Henry stared up wildly at Murphy. Then, slowly, he kissed him again. “Do you... you mean that?” he asked, breaking the short-lived gesture. “Yes... every word.” Suddenly Henry gave a small yawn, causing Murphy to chuckle. He pulled the blanket a little higher. “Now I think it’s past both our bedtimes. Go get some sleep.” “But what about dad?” “Father can go fuck himself and make his own breakfast. I’ll make sure he won’t do anything while you rest.” Henry frowned slightly. Murphy gave a sigh before kissing his brother on the forehead again. “Goodnight Henry.” Slowly the teen’s eyes hesitantly closed. His worried face dissolved into tranquility as his brother moved closer to him. Murphy’s eyelids soon followed and they both relaxed into a peaceful sleep. “... Murphy... thank you... for loving me.” 

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It's fantastically horrible XP Thanks for reading this crack. XD

For a fanfic that I worked on and then I scrapped.

Basically it's Maria convincing Harry he's not real...

Yes... I do ship this very hard.

Lemme call you Silent Hill.... 'cause things will really get freaky when I'm inside you.

I have no idea. Someone just shared it with me...

I'm sorry... XD