The first time Lily saw Declan, he was standing barefoot in the middle of the forest trail, his white shirt soaked from the rain, clinging to the lean, muscular frame beneath. His dark hair dripped water into his eyes, but he didn’t flinch—just looked at her like he’d been waiting forever.
He was a stranger to her small mountain town, and rumors followed him like shadows. Some said he was a writer escaping a broken past. Others whispered he used to fight fires, or maybe start them. But Lily didn’t care for stories. She cared for the way her chest tightened when he smiled like he was trying not to, or how he touched the world like it was breakable and precious.
“I didn’t think anyone else hiked this trail,” she said.
“I don’t think I meant to,” he answered. “But somehow… I ended up here.”
They ran into each other again. By the time autumn laid gold across the trees, Declan had become a habit, a presence in Lily’s life she couldn’t imagine doing without.
“I wasn’t looking for this,” he admitted one night, “You make me want things I promised I wouldn’t want again.”
Lily’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then want them anyway.”
Declan kissed her like he was starving for hope. And in that kiss was everything he couldn’t say—regret, longing, the ache of finally being seen.
And when the winter came, Declan stayed.
Not because he had nowhere else to go.
But because Lily had become his somewhere.
They had sword fights with their penis’s for the rest of winter.
He was a stranger to her small mountain town, and rumors followed him like shadows. Some said he was a writer escaping a broken past. Others whispered he used to fight fires, or maybe start them. But Lily didn’t care for stories. She cared for the way her chest tightened when he smiled like he was trying not to, or how he touched the world like it was breakable and precious.
“I didn’t think anyone else hiked this trail,” she said.
“I don’t think I meant to,” he answered. “But somehow… I ended up here.”
They ran into each other again. By the time autumn laid gold across the trees, Declan had become a habit, a presence in Lily’s life she couldn’t imagine doing without.
“I wasn’t looking for this,” he admitted one night, “You make me want things I promised I wouldn’t want again.”
Lily’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then want them anyway.”
Declan kissed her like he was starving for hope. And in that kiss was everything he couldn’t say—regret, longing, the ache of finally being seen.
And when the winter came, Declan stayed.
Not because he had nowhere else to go.
But because Lily had become his somewhere.
They had sword fights with their penis’s for the rest of winter.
by Person #556 May 9, 2025
Get the Declanmug. The laziest person to ever exist, he is a certified pedophile and a couch potato. He smells very bad and I hope he showers for once in his life
by Not Declan. May 21, 2024
Get the Declan James Metzlermug. A man who loves maccas, hoes and cars. He has a very squishable boob and likes Trans people more than his own mother. Also is obsessed with the saying "it's my way or the high way". Honestly someone should put him down already
Declan is a femboy
by Samuel.F April 9, 2024
Get the Declanmug. An ugly ass fuckboy who will pretend to be into you and ask you out just to fuck you and then leaves you. Also has a very hard time nutting.
by littyboi420 February 21, 2020
Get the Declanmug. If his name is declan he is the most handsome,sexiest beast in the whole world if he's your boyfriend keep him. He's like a god
by Whalepp69 October 3, 2020
Get the Declanmug. by big chonker October 26, 2020
Get the Declanmug. A boy who is incredible at singing, knows how to make a girl laugh, and it just an amazing person in general.
by Doggy_123456789 January 26, 2020
Get the Declanmug.