Wizard parents

If I was to explain who I am you probably wouldn't understand. But I'm going to explain anyway.

I am Harley Reaper, a wizard and my magic is demon slayer magic. That means my magic runs on souls (I really don't like that part, makes me seem like a psychopath).

So I was sent to the underworld with a ring leader to find a box. A box that would feed me souls so I wouldn't have to kill when I turn 18. Wes, doesn't seem all there (if you know what I mean); he's distant.

I miss my sister, Harriet. Back at the clan we're known as the Reaper twins. We are the most feared in the clan but our family -the Reapers- is the most feared out of all the main wizard clans.

I have no idea who I am anymore, Wes is the only one I have left. We're lost in this forsaken world.


6. Chapter 6

I woke up in a bed. A double bed with weird smelling sheets. An arm was around my waist and I was still wearing yesterday's clothes.

I then notice that my head isn't on a pillow, it's on Wes' bare chest. I sleep diagonally so I can only imagine what Wes had to go through trying to sleep.

I turn my head to look up at Wes, I don't really want to wake him up because he's still asleep. But I have questions that need to be answered.

"Wes, Wes, Wes." I shake his shoulders.

"Let me sleep." He moans and rolls over, his arm takes me with him. I land with my head dangling off the bed but my body crossed over Wes'. Great. I try and shuffle myself off but Wes keeps his grip firm.

"Wessy-Poo! Wake your lazy ass up!" I finally shout. All the blood was rushing too my head, I didn't like it. He bolted up, I rolled down his chest to the bottom of the bed and fell off.

"Oww!" I shrieked. Wes's laugh carried through the air.

"Asshole. You could at least help me up." I say pushing off the carpet.

"What's the fun in that?" He's on all fours on top of the bed and looking at me strangely as I stand up.

"What?" He pounces on me then and pulls me back to the bed. His fingers lightly touch the sides of my torso and he gives me a mischievous grin.

"No." I say but Wes moves his fingers too quickly and tickles me.

I'm laughing like a little girl who's got lots of candy. My laugh is horrible, to my ears anyway. It sounds like a donkey trying to give CPR. I think Wes hears something different, something better? I hope.

"St-op... Pl-ease..." I notice that my shirt has risen up and I pull it down. The fabric is nice, a little like cotton but more like polyester. Or maybe 50/50?

Wes does something completely unexpected, especially with a bare chest and he has a V-line. I'm not going to think about his six pack either. Who am I kidding? WES HAS A SIX PACK AND A V-LINE! Holy shit my hormones are raging. Back to what Wes is doing. Wes pulls up my shirt , just above my belly button. He placed his mouth over it and looked me right in the eyes.

Then he blew a raspberry.

"Oh my god." I laughed my ass off at Wes's childish-ness. Wes started laughing too, he fell back besides me. Our knees were both in the air but our feet were touching the mattress, like the rest of our bodies. Wes started laughing into the pillow, I ended up rolling on my side and laughing at how ridiculous Wes looked laughing into a pillow. If anyone were to hear us they'd probably think we were mad. I suddenly realise the reason why I got Wes up.

"Wes, where are we and how did we get here?" I say bringing him back.

"You fell asleep on the roof so I got us to a hotel closer to the portal. We're in California, San Francisco. "

"You're saying we went from Brookings to San Francisco in a couple of hours?" I look at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, I used Wizard Portals." That makes sense.

"Sweet, right I guess we should get ready? I'll go in the shower first." I go off the bed and look around for my suit case.

"Unless you want me to join you?" Wes wiggles his eyebrows.

"Maybe another time." I flirt back. I've never actually flirted with anyone before, proper flirting I mean. It's probably because I don't have time for it, but why would that suddenly change around Wes? Wes is just some really important wizard who was told to get some stupid box with me, stole my first kiss and shared a bed with me.

Oh shit.

Oh holy fucking shit.

Oh holy mother fucking shit balls in my god damn underpants.

I like Wes.

"Oh fuck balls." I kick my suitcase.

"What?" Wes looks at me curiously. His hair is in front of his face and he keeps trying to blow it.

"I-uh, think I forgot my hair brush." I say with a sweet smile trying to ignore the fact I said it for a completely different reason.

"You're a bad liar. What is it really?" He says standing up and walking over to me. Whatever you do, don't think about his V-line and six pack.

Dammit! Well that plan failed.

I felt my cheeks heat a little.

"I-uh thought that, uh, you have a nice ass?" It came out more of a question than a statement. I flushed in embarrassment.

Wes kind of just stood there, a small smile formed on his. It got bigger, and bigger until it turned into a grin.

"Really? You don't think it's big?" He said in a really girly voice and fluttered his eyelashes. Wes is now right next to me.

"Not at all girlfriend." I say in a girly voice too, then slapping his ass and winking.

Well, this is not at all a scaring moment in my life.

Not at all.

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