Seventeen Forever - PoynterJudd - 1/6
Title: Seventeen Forever
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/6
Rating: 15+
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Fluff and a bit of Adventure. A very Alternate Universe.
Summary: Two boys become friends and fall in love. Is it right to destroy one’s life if it means being together forever, or should you just let them go? Is there even a right thing to do?
Warning: A few swear words every now and then. Abuse and death are themes in this story.
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry, Dougie or anyone else. This has never happened, nor am I insinuating it has.
Prompt: Disney Challenge, i chose Tuck Everlasting; the movie was based on the novel of the same name written by Natalie Babbitt.
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Running through the forest, I dodged the low branches of the wallow trees and jumping over the large roots of the oak trees that have never changed. The trees never lost their green foliage; they always looked so pristinely perfect, like every other shrub in virescent forest.
I slowed down, approaching the destination I longed for. It had been over seventy years since the last time I had walked these woods, yet I was able to recognise my path to the spring perfectly. As I approached the slippery grass that covered the ground became more vibrant, frozen in its perfect state. The trees became shrouded, as if preserving the secret I had stumbled upon over a hundred years ago.
I moved under a low branch, the last one standing between me and the spring, being met with the almost picturesque image of the spring. It looked exactly the same as it did the first time I saw it. Beautiful and magnificent, sending such trust to the outside world.
I walked to the springs opening, leaning against the old willow tree and sliding down it. I settled gently before drawing my hands into the cool water and taking a sip. A small shuffling in an opposite bush startled me, pulling me away from the cursed water.
“Whose there?” I called out, afraid of someone discovering the secret of the spring, or worse my family’s secret.
“What are you doing here?” a high-pitched voice asked, stepping out from the shadow of the flora, a few meters away. The voice belonged to a young boy, no older than 12. His hair was dyed blonde, a little too long to be spiked upwards like it currently was. He was wearing a pair of cut-off pants, and a baggy tee shirt. He looked rather fearless for a boy so young.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” I drawled, taking in the boy’s physic more closely. His bone structure looked a little old for him, but none-the-less was beautiful. He would turn into a handsome man. And in some sick-twisted way- I was enjoying the view. “The real question is-what is some young thing like you doing in these parts of the woods?” I asked, my eyebrow arched as I eyed his form one more, this time making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Just… exploring,” he shrugged, his head bowing and watching his feet play with the ever-perfect grass beneath him.
“You shouldn’t be in these parts of the woods. I think you should leave,” I said honestly. I needed to get rid of this boy, the last thing I needed was another casualty on my hands.
“Why should I?” he asked, his head whipping up, his eyes boring into mine. He moved closer hesitantly, “I own these parts of the woods” he said standing over me. His icy cerulean eyes bore into mine, as if studying me.
“Trust me,” I said, standing from my position and towering over the boy, “these woods aren’t a place for someone as young as you”
“I’m thirteen” he snarled through his clenched teeth as his eyes narrowed to thin slits as he glared childishly up at me. “I’ll be glad to leave after a drink,” he pouted, nodding his head towards the spring I had previously drunk from.
“You cant, it’s poisoned” I smirked down at his innocent face. He would surely be gullible enough to believe my lie.
“I saw you drink it” he sidestepped, trying to get towards the spring’s opening, failing as I managed to block him.
“Well, I’m feeling sick now” I coughed gently, trying to convince the young soul to leave.
“You don’t look sick. And you cant stop me” me said trying to reach down to the pellucid liquid.
“Stop” I yelled out gruffly, grapping his upper arm and dragging him away from the water. His eyes shot straight to mine, a slight dampness within the blue showing me the pain I was inflicting on the weaker boy.
A fearful sob left his mouth as I held his arm tighter within my grasp. I would surely mark the boy, but that was the least of my problems. He knew about the spring, maybe not the exact the details of the curse, but he knew. And I had no other options.
I pulled him away from the opening, moving as far away from the spring as possible. At first he protested, his heels digging into the ground, until he finally gave up, only weakly complying while trying to shrug himself free every now and then.
After a minute he stopped complaining and I started to panic. I was kidnapping this boy, and sooner or later he would realise this. I started running through the forest, almost dragging his smaller body behind mine. I was pulled out of my haze by a whimper as the arm I was holding dropped.
I instinctively let go and turned to watch the younger boy. He curled up into a ball, nursing his ankle through teary eyes. I looked down, a deep sympathy running through me as I crouched down to become level with the crying boy.
He flinched away from me, crying harder into his ankle. Without thinking I scooped him up, into my strong arms and ran. I ran as fast as I could in the general direction of my old home. It wasn’t until I heard the harsh crackle of gravel from the path to the small cottage did I realise what I had done.
I pushed through the door, running straight to the couch and placing him down there. I ran to the freezer, puling out a bag of frozen peas and returning to the distraught boy.
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly, focusing on the swollen ankle. I tried to resist the tears that begged to be released. I had pulled this poor boy into my secret; he didn’t deserve such a fate.
“Thank you” He whispered, sniffing gently as he tried to subtly wipe away his tears, a sudden silence falling between us. “Who-“ he stared before shutting his mouth and a thoughtful look spread across his face. “What’s your name?” he restated, watching me intently as I fiddled with the frozen bag on his leg.
“Didn’t your parent’s tell you to never speak to strangers?” I asked moving the bag slightly up his leg, hearing a slight hiss from the boy’s thin lips.
“My parents are dead” he responded dejectedly, hunching his shoulders as he suddenly became vulnerable. “Dougie” he spoke softly into his lap. “My name’s Douglas Poynter”
“Nice to meet you Dougie, Douglas Poynter” I chuckled to myself at the childish nature of Dougie.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” he asked, the hope shining through his naive question.
I looked at the boy, weighing my options. He had already seen the spring and my home, worst-he had seen me. Knowing my name would not cause any further harm, he already knew enough.
“Its Harry Judd” I sighed removing the makeshift cool pack from his ankle and letting it heat up.
“Harry Judd” he whispered, my name sounding so enthralling coming from those lips. “So, Harry Judd” he repeated audaciously, a cheeky smile across his face. “How old are you?” he asked his eyes travelling rapidly up my form.
“Too old for you” I chuckled returning the frozen bag to his ankles. A small gasp resonating around the cottage.
“I want to know” he insisted leaning up onto his elbows, slightly sitting up, our eyes in line. “Please”
“I’m one hundred and seventy three”
“I’m serious” he glared, trying to look past the façade he thought I was putting up.
“So am I”
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/6
Rating: 15+
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Fluff and a bit of Adventure. A very Alternate Universe.
Summary: Two boys become friends and fall in love. Is it right to destroy one’s life if it means being together forever, or should you just let them go? Is there even a right thing to do?
Warning: A few swear words every now and then. Abuse and death are themes in this story.
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry, Dougie or anyone else. This has never happened, nor am I insinuating it has.
Prompt: Disney Challenge, i chose Tuck Everlasting; the movie was based on the novel of the same name written by Natalie Babbitt.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Running through the forest, I dodged the low branches of the wallow trees and jumping over the large roots of the oak trees that have never changed. The trees never lost their green foliage; they always looked so pristinely perfect, like every other shrub in virescent forest.
I slowed down, approaching the destination I longed for. It had been over seventy years since the last time I had walked these woods, yet I was able to recognise my path to the spring perfectly. As I approached the slippery grass that covered the ground became more vibrant, frozen in its perfect state. The trees became shrouded, as if preserving the secret I had stumbled upon over a hundred years ago.
I moved under a low branch, the last one standing between me and the spring, being met with the almost picturesque image of the spring. It looked exactly the same as it did the first time I saw it. Beautiful and magnificent, sending such trust to the outside world.
I walked to the springs opening, leaning against the old willow tree and sliding down it. I settled gently before drawing my hands into the cool water and taking a sip. A small shuffling in an opposite bush startled me, pulling me away from the cursed water.
“Whose there?” I called out, afraid of someone discovering the secret of the spring, or worse my family’s secret.
“What are you doing here?” a high-pitched voice asked, stepping out from the shadow of the flora, a few meters away. The voice belonged to a young boy, no older than 12. His hair was dyed blonde, a little too long to be spiked upwards like it currently was. He was wearing a pair of cut-off pants, and a baggy tee shirt. He looked rather fearless for a boy so young.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” I drawled, taking in the boy’s physic more closely. His bone structure looked a little old for him, but none-the-less was beautiful. He would turn into a handsome man. And in some sick-twisted way- I was enjoying the view. “The real question is-what is some young thing like you doing in these parts of the woods?” I asked, my eyebrow arched as I eyed his form one more, this time making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Just… exploring,” he shrugged, his head bowing and watching his feet play with the ever-perfect grass beneath him.
“You shouldn’t be in these parts of the woods. I think you should leave,” I said honestly. I needed to get rid of this boy, the last thing I needed was another casualty on my hands.
“Why should I?” he asked, his head whipping up, his eyes boring into mine. He moved closer hesitantly, “I own these parts of the woods” he said standing over me. His icy cerulean eyes bore into mine, as if studying me.
“Trust me,” I said, standing from my position and towering over the boy, “these woods aren’t a place for someone as young as you”
“I’m thirteen” he snarled through his clenched teeth as his eyes narrowed to thin slits as he glared childishly up at me. “I’ll be glad to leave after a drink,” he pouted, nodding his head towards the spring I had previously drunk from.
“You cant, it’s poisoned” I smirked down at his innocent face. He would surely be gullible enough to believe my lie.
“I saw you drink it” he sidestepped, trying to get towards the spring’s opening, failing as I managed to block him.
“Well, I’m feeling sick now” I coughed gently, trying to convince the young soul to leave.
“You don’t look sick. And you cant stop me” me said trying to reach down to the pellucid liquid.
“Stop” I yelled out gruffly, grapping his upper arm and dragging him away from the water. His eyes shot straight to mine, a slight dampness within the blue showing me the pain I was inflicting on the weaker boy.
A fearful sob left his mouth as I held his arm tighter within my grasp. I would surely mark the boy, but that was the least of my problems. He knew about the spring, maybe not the exact the details of the curse, but he knew. And I had no other options.
I pulled him away from the opening, moving as far away from the spring as possible. At first he protested, his heels digging into the ground, until he finally gave up, only weakly complying while trying to shrug himself free every now and then.
After a minute he stopped complaining and I started to panic. I was kidnapping this boy, and sooner or later he would realise this. I started running through the forest, almost dragging his smaller body behind mine. I was pulled out of my haze by a whimper as the arm I was holding dropped.
I instinctively let go and turned to watch the younger boy. He curled up into a ball, nursing his ankle through teary eyes. I looked down, a deep sympathy running through me as I crouched down to become level with the crying boy.
He flinched away from me, crying harder into his ankle. Without thinking I scooped him up, into my strong arms and ran. I ran as fast as I could in the general direction of my old home. It wasn’t until I heard the harsh crackle of gravel from the path to the small cottage did I realise what I had done.
I pushed through the door, running straight to the couch and placing him down there. I ran to the freezer, puling out a bag of frozen peas and returning to the distraught boy.
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly, focusing on the swollen ankle. I tried to resist the tears that begged to be released. I had pulled this poor boy into my secret; he didn’t deserve such a fate.
“Thank you” He whispered, sniffing gently as he tried to subtly wipe away his tears, a sudden silence falling between us. “Who-“ he stared before shutting his mouth and a thoughtful look spread across his face. “What’s your name?” he restated, watching me intently as I fiddled with the frozen bag on his leg.
“Didn’t your parent’s tell you to never speak to strangers?” I asked moving the bag slightly up his leg, hearing a slight hiss from the boy’s thin lips.
“My parents are dead” he responded dejectedly, hunching his shoulders as he suddenly became vulnerable. “Dougie” he spoke softly into his lap. “My name’s Douglas Poynter”
“Nice to meet you Dougie, Douglas Poynter” I chuckled to myself at the childish nature of Dougie.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” he asked, the hope shining through his naive question.
I looked at the boy, weighing my options. He had already seen the spring and my home, worst-he had seen me. Knowing my name would not cause any further harm, he already knew enough.
“Its Harry Judd” I sighed removing the makeshift cool pack from his ankle and letting it heat up.
“Harry Judd” he whispered, my name sounding so enthralling coming from those lips. “So, Harry Judd” he repeated audaciously, a cheeky smile across his face. “How old are you?” he asked his eyes travelling rapidly up my form.
“Too old for you” I chuckled returning the frozen bag to his ankles. A small gasp resonating around the cottage.
“I want to know” he insisted leaning up onto his elbows, slightly sitting up, our eyes in line. “Please”
“I’m one hundred and seventy three”
“I’m serious” he glared, trying to look past the façade he thought I was putting up.
“So am I”