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bluebirdsfeathers · 2 months ago

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Her Office

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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader

Summary: Wanda tried to get to know you a bit better before you start working together but an innocent question bring out painful memories.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), Past verbal and physical abuse, Slight hinted at homophobia, Mommy issues bc i have them too, power imbalance?

A/N: sorry this took so long. uni is really kicking my butt right now and just when i thought i'd have time to write my research supervisor gives me a 400+ page book to read.

Inspiration

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me… and for my sister!” Pietro joked as he helped you clear out your desk. You’d made yourself at home over the past few months working for him. You were sad to be leaving but excited to be working for Wanda, also incredibly nervous, like throw up into the recycling bin near the printer nervous. Not that that had happened of course.

“But seriously, we are going to miss you down here. Don’t go forgetting about us.” He patted you on the back handing you the last of your stuff.

“How could I forget you? I’ll be down here like every other day wont I? Wanda visits all the time.” you reply with slight confusion. Wanda was always coming down to check on things, like she must do with all the departments. You assumed most of your job would be to accompany her many visits around the building. Staying close and taking notes on what she says like you’d seen Theo do.

“Yeah, she definitely was just coming down here for routine check-ins.” Pietro mumbled with the faintest air of smugness of someone who knows something you don’t has. Before you could register what he said, the doors on the far side of the room swung open and in came Wanda.

Her stride exuded confidence as she made her way over to you and your now empty desk. Her hair was slightly messy, shirt untucked, and instead of her usual high heels she wore flats.

“Got everything?” She sounded short of breath, like she had just been running. “The elevator to my office is being inspected so we’ll have to take the stairs.” Without another word, Wanda started walking back towards the door pausing to look behind her when she sensed you hadn’t moved. “Come on those 15 floors won’t climb themselves.” Suddenly her slightly dishevelled appearance made sense. You took a deep breath and gave one last look at Pietro, who seemed to be going to great lengths to not laugh at his sister, before following Wanda.

The stair well was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. Tall grey brick walls and bright white lighting. It seemed to also double as extra storage space judging by the stacks of boxes and pallets back here. You only seen them briefly while getting your monthly fire safety talks from a very unenthusiastic Dr. Banner, who once again felt the need to remind the group he had much more important things to be doing than this. As much as you found the man funny, he’s short temper made him a little scary at times.

People yelling had always been something you weren’t fond of. Your mom had always been so angry with you for not behaving like she wanted. The constant being told to sit, speak, and act ‘like a lady’ throughout your childhood had led to so many arguments. Femininity was just something you never had an interest in and the pressure to fit in from your family only made you reject it harder.

This never made the yelling easier, instead it had only made you desperate to avoid that sort of conflict. Wanda yelling the other day had scared you in a way you hadn’t felt since you were a child, and you were now desperate to make sure you were never on the receiving of her rage.

“Y/n, careful.” You had been so lost in thought you’d missed a step and stumbled forward. Wanda who had been talking non-stop about how inconvenient the elevator maintenance was stopped to help you pick up some pens that had fallen from the box you were carrying. “Do you need some help with that? It looks heavy.”

You saw this a challenge.

“No I’m fine, I’m very strong.” Wanda gave you a smile as she placed the pens back into the box touching your hand as she pulled away before turning around to continue climbing the stairs. Your face immediately flushed red.

“Only 4 more flights to go.” Her voice echoed off the bare walls was she turned another corner. You let out a sigh, the box was actually really heavy.

Once in her office you placed the box on an empty desk in the corner of the room. It was pushed up to the window and gave you an amazing view of New York. It was only then you realised how high up you were.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda came up behind you making you jump slightly, all this achieved was making the red head chuckle slightly. “You’re so jumpy you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” You gave a small smile. Being alone with Wanda was terrifying and exciting all at once. The reality of the situation hadn’t really sunk in till just now. It was going to be the two of you, alone, very often from here out.

“Can I ask you something?” You nervously asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt not daring to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.

“Of course you can, darling.” Her final word rattled about in your brain momentarily making you forget what you even wanted in the first place.

“What you said, before,” Finally a coherent thought, “about wanting me, from the start. Was that true?”

“Yes, why would I lie.” Wanda raised an eyebrow giving you a no-nonsense look that you couldn’t if it was fully serious or not.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I just, why didn’t you? You know, pick me the first time?” It was definitely a word salad that came out your mouth, thank God you were better at writing than speaking. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to pry…” you added after Wanda took a second to respond.

“No, no, don’t apologies…” She took a deep breath as if debating what to say. “That first day, I thought you had potential,” she began, clearly choosing her words carefully, “I just wanted to, see if you had what it takes to you know, be mine.”

“Be… yours.” The words caught in your throat as swallowed hard, struggling to speak.

“Be my intern, my assistant.” Wanda rushed to clarify but something inside you felt like her previous words were more honest. Not that you would dare push her on it. “And being my intern comes with a lot of responsibility, so I hope you are ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” You say saluting the older woman, who found the action quite amusing. “What do you need me to do first?”

Turns out Wanda didn’t want you to do anything just yet. Instead the two of you sat across from each other in the strange living room area of her office. Wanda lent back into a large leather armchair while you sat on the edge of the couch, almost velvety, black sofa.

She offered you a tea or coffee but instead you opted for the remnants of the energy drink you had tried to chug on the train this morning. Your choice in beverage clearly wasn’t approved by Wanda but she did little to stop you besides remind you of their negative health effects.

She asked you questions about yourself, clearly wanting to get to know you better but you held back from answering her questions too honestly, scared of being fired or disappointing her which was somehow worse in your head. They were all basic questions, and you asked some back at her.

She wanted to know about your favourite meal, how to you travel to work, where are you staying, and when you were going to get some proper work shoes. Your real answer being when they made comfortable ones but instead you opted to say when you get your next paycheck.

Then she asked something that caught you completely off guard. “How is your relationship with your family?”

“My family?” You repeat to make sure you were hearing things right.

“Yes, your family, you are one of the only interns not from a known family in the city, you mentioned you aren’t from New York originally, they must be proud of you?” Wanda spoke with a warm smile.

You hadn’t noticed but during the conversation you had leant back into the couch. It was like she had given you permission to relax for a change. You didn’t understand why but talking with Wanda made you feel comfortable, almost too comfortable at times making you need to remind yourself she was your boss.

“They umm,” your mind went to the argument you’d had with your father when you told him you were going to university miles away, almost across the entire country, “can we talk about something else.” Your voice shook slightly at the memory.

How angry he’d been, how angry he always was. The same with your mother, always so resentful, never protecting you from him. You spent your first semester coach surfing with a black eye till you had enough money to afford to rent a shitty little apartment.

“Sweetie, it’s okay.” Wanda had seemingly caught on that something was wrong and moved to sit next to you on the couch. She placed her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug that made your whole body tense. “For what it’s worth, I’ve seen your grades and watched how hard you work. I’m proud of you y/n.” Her voice had the same warmth as earlier, it was sickeningly genuine to you.

All you wanted to do was melt into her arms, but you couldn’t this was your boss. She was just being nice, there was no way she would let you get that close to her under regular circumstances. You told yourself you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. You’d seen how ruthless she could be, and it terrified you to think of being on the receiving end. Catching feelings would just make your eventual fuck up ever worse.

Besides there was no way in hell CEO Wanda Maximoff, multimillionaire Wanda Maximoff, Old enough to be your mother Wanda Maximoff would ever have feelings for you in return.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You stood up as quickly as Wanda grip on you allowed. “Sorry.” You hurried to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, locking the door behind you before allowing yourself a moment to cry.

Cruel words from you parents fought the gentle reassurance Wanda had given you. You took a moment to collect yourself. Taking several deep breaths and trying to get rid of the redness in your eyes with a little cold water from the tab.

The bathroom, like everything in Wanda’s office screamed sophistication. The mostly white tiles with the smallest hint of red complemented the plush red hand towels, and several well looked after plants littered a shelf above the toilet. Most surprisingly was the shower and clawfoot tub in the room. Did she actually use them? Or where they just there because they could be?

Finally you were ready to leave the bathroom, stepping out you saw Wanda quickly look away from your direction. Had she been watching the door the whole time?

“Y/n, feeling better?” you gave a weak nod. “Good, right back to business then, first order is sorting out… this.” She pointed towards you clothing. Since Pietro had never required you to dress professionally, you had never updated your wardrobe. You wore the same baggy, teen boy esc clothing you always did.

“Yeah, I thought that would be a problem, sorry about the way I dress. I just…”

“No I like the way you dress.” Wanda cut you off. “I mean, you dress fine, it’s just not… appropriate if you are going to be accompanying me to important meetings and such.” You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush creep onto the older woman’s face.

“Right, there should be a measuring tape in the third draw of the left cabinet in my office. I have some work to get on with you can’t help with.” Wanda began quickly pressing the button of the, hopefully, now working lift.

“I want you to measure yourself and note it down. I’ll sort you out some more work appropriate clothing.” Before you could ask any other follow up questions the doors to the lift opened and she rushed inside, disappearing almost immediately.

Walking into Wanda’s office you looked out at the city, everything seemed so quiet, so still from all the way up here. Grabbing the measuring tape you sat down at your desk, getting your phone out to look up exactly what measurement you need to give her. You’d never had to think about measurements when buying clothes before. Your face flushed a bit think about the idea of Wanda choosing you some clothes. Hopefully she wouldn’t put you in a pencil skirt, or God forbid heels.

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artytaeh · 1 year ago

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. . . this is a silly thought, but indulge me!

( i might write more elaborated headcanons about it, though. let's see, let's see. 🌷 )

thinking about reader having kids with mattheo or theodore. and despite these two being so similar in some things, they'd be the opposite on this:

because there's a vital part of your baby growing up, where they start babbling, threatening to say their first word. the silent expectation to see which of you the baby will call for first— their mama, or their papa.

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THEODORE NOTT is a mama's boy; even at his adult stage, having left hogwarts with you and putting a ring on your finger, it's inevitable that theo's mother always had, always will have such a special place in his heart.

theo looks at you, looks at the baby created from the strong love you feel for each other— and his heart aches, somewhat bittersweetly, as theodore imagines his mother there with his little family; making the scenario even more perfect on his eyes. theo constantly thinks about how much his mother would absolutely adore you, and be the best grandmother possible for your baby.

so, being a mama's boy— and seeing the tenderness you have for your child as a parallel of the unconditional love that theo's mother had for him...

... theodore nott isn't competitive for the first time on his life, because truly, theo wants your child to call out for you first.

not because he's uninterested or doesn't care for your child! no, it's the opposite— theo loves you both so, so much, that his heart feels like bursting from so much love, so much tenderness and happiness. it's just that you deserve it more!

both of you made the child, of course; a human being isn't made alone. yet, as much as theo supported you as much as he could— it was you whose body developed this little human that theo adores so much. you went through all those morning sickness, all of those cravings and body changes; it was you who spent hours in labor to bring that child to the world— it was you who fed them on their first weeks of life.

so, seriously, with all his heart: theo felt like it was only fair for this little human of yours to call for his beloved wife first.

and he even makes sure that such a thing happens!

on a sunny day, you'd find theodore sat on the garden; during these first months of this little human's life, it was a joint decision to spend them in theo's childhood house— where he grew up with his mother, on these beautiful grounds of italy.

sat with his back against a tree, theo uses his knees to support the baby's back, as the little human giggles and trashes both chubby arms and legs, amused by the tenderness of their father; theodore nott. he makes sure that the baby has their beautiful eyes looking at him— pronouncing the syllables with patience.

'ma-ma. mama. maaaaaa... ma.' he'd say, slowly for the baby, exaggerating the movement of his mouth, so that in a way, it would be easier for them to imitate.

it didn't matter how long it took for the baby to properly say those two simply syllables— theo would keep mouthing 'mama' over and over again, carrying the baby on his arms, to then point at you: with a cheeky smile (proud to be the father of this little human, whose also your child. you're their mother. and his wife.), theo gestures to the baby.

'mama. that's your mama; the woman i love the most. ever since i saw your maaaa-ma, i knew that she would be la mia futura sposa.'

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MATTHEO RIDDLE, on the other hand, doesn't know how to lose; unless his loss brings some sort of benefit to him, obviously.

however this time... no, there wasn't much of a benefit, of a reward to let you win this time. it was a question of honor, of duty! to get this child of yours to call for mattheo first. (as silly as it is, mattheo needs a way to subconsciously assure himself, that he'll be a better father than his. that he'll offer support and unconditional love to this baby— not fear, resentment, and vicious bad habits to deal with the damage.)

and despite this tiny human being days, weeks or few months old— that doesn't really matter to mattheo, because he'd sooner than later teach your child about this corrupted world you live in. that this society, the human beings are nothing but weak meat, meant to fall into temptation, to indulge corruption and...!

long story short: mattheo tries to bribe the tiny human into loving him more.

and mattheo riddle is a creative man, you see; bribe is not just made with money, no, no. bribe comes in various ways:

demanding to be the one to mostly change the baby's diapers, so that mattheo could have more time alone with them, to manipulate that little brain to find it easier to babble the letter 'p' instead of 'm'— and one day, he might oh-so-dramatically say that he was the one to bear with the smell, who had to do the dirty work of changing diapers! because this being said, he deserves more acknowledgement, seriously!

encouraging this tiny human to talk. and when i say encouraging, i mean that mattheo indulges all those gibberish as if they were proper words, ones that mattheo assures to understand, and so mattheo and the tiny human engage a serious conversation. when the baby is quiet (which is rare), mattheo disturbs the peace and quiet, so that he can trick the tiny human into saying that simple, easy word. 'paaaaaa.... paaaa... papa. paaaa! pa!' he sing-songs.

by playing so much with the baby, be it with the amount of toys they have on their nursery, or by tickling, making sounds, already teaching the tiny human how to throw punches (just like his father! 🎀)— mattheo believes that he's associating himself to the feeling of having fun. so if not him, who else would they call for?! (you. because you're the most amazing mother, and mattheo knows that; he tells you that every night, so proud of this beloved family of his.)

another silly thing he does is pronouncing the word 'papa' really slowly, mouthing with such a dramatic and exaggerated movements, that it always makes you laugh when you testify it. however, when mattheo points at you, he says the word 'mama' in a faster way, purposefully making it sound very confusing for the little human on his arms.

and when you caught mattheo doing all of these things, so that he gets to be called by this baby of yours first— well, mattheo is already expecting a lighthearted slap on the nape of his neck, but oh well, the punishment and the effort are worth the prize.

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🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— i'm on a huge slytherin boys brainrot. no, seriously, i have so many drafts about headcanons and drabbles about them; the comments and reposts of theo's drabble melted me into a puddle, i swear. :( tysm!

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

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homoroni · 6 months ago

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°My Fav Comfort Fics°

Theodore Nott

The Softening Edge - your love language is touch and Theo usually loves it until someone makes fun of Theo for it. He ends up pushing you away until he realised how much of an idiot he’s been.

Written In The Stars

Hand In Hand - A shy request leads to Theo’s heart fluttering as Y/N takes his hand through the snowy streets of Hogsmeade, and he finds himself smiling more than ever before.

Heather

Pet dates - When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning.

Whoopsie - You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend, Theo really hates to see you hurt.

Gamers Embrace - You learn just how clingy your gamer boyfriend Theo can be when he refuses to let her move her legs, all in the name of needing her warmth during a gaming session.

Pillowtalk - Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed.

Beautiful People Beautiful Problems - Theo finds out you've been hiding something from him when he finds you in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Pure Heart - You found Theo’s journal. Now, you don't know how to act around him.

Fights - Theo comes to you after a fight....again.

Not Even The Addressee - When Theodore's name gets misspelled he's not happy about it.

Flustered And Blushing - in which you're a flustered mess around Theo Nott and he absolutely adores it.

For The First Time - in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

You Understand - Hogwarts students aren't exactly known for minding their own business. Thankfully, you and Theo speak a language they don't.

So This Is Love - there's a weird feeling that erupts in theo's chest whenever he looks at you and for the first time in his life his mind goes silent.

The Boyfriend Agreement - Your boyfriend tells you about an agreement you signed when you were kids.

Jealousy - an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before.

Baby, Won't You Be My Girl?

Oh Bella - 3 times the reader teases Theo’s Italian roots + 1 time she celebrates them.

Clingy Sleepy Boyfriend - Your boyfriend doesn't want to let you go, even if it's to pee.

Study Break - just theodore wanting kisses while you’re busy studying.

Withdrawal - Theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too. ♡

Through The Wringer - Theo tries to get your attention by spoiling you with gifts. you pretend not to notice the shift just to mess with him. childhood friends to lovers.

Taking What's Not Yours - in which you have a bad habit of taking your boyfriend's things.

Like Snow On The Beach - christmas is your absolute favorite time of the year! the tree, the lights, the music, the food . . . however, to you, the most important thing about christmas is spending it with your loved ones.

Shut Up Kiss Me

Crying In The Courtyard - you find something out about your crush.

Matteo Riddle

Breaking Point - Mattheo gets into too many fights and you have enough and call off your relationship. However you are still the only person that can get through to him.

Cold Comfort - Mattheo has one rule: any girl can share his bed but none can stay the night. when the unexpected happens, and you're begging to be the first, you find out why he had the rule in the first place.

Height Difference

He’s Mine! - it seems to be a little hard to get into the christmas spirit when your little sister is hogging your boyfriend!

Back Scratches - You and Riddle cuddle.

After The Storm - you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

If I Get More Pretty? - You and Mattheo have been keeping your relationship under wraps. But when doubts and insecurities begin to creep in, you find yourself questioning your worth.

For You - Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly does not punish your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Morning Starts With Cuddles And Theo's Grumbles

Grandpa Glasses - how could you possibly resist teasing your boyfriend when he looks like he stole dumbledore’s glasses?

Sleeping After An Argument - you decided not to sleep with him after an argument.

Veritaserum - When mattheo drinks veritaserum on a bet, he's confident he doesn't have anything to hide... until you show up.

Cuddle Comfort

The Black Lake - Mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

Riddle's Girl - Mattheo mattheo has…feelings about you wearing his quidditch jersey.

White Xmas - Mattheo comes to spend christmas with you and your family.

Chicken Noodle Soup

Puppy Eyes - your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief.

Please, Please, Please - mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend.

Draco Malfoy

Busy Bee - you may have accidentally fallen asleep on Draco, but in your defense, he was really comfortable to sleep on! now, though, you're forced to face your feelings for him and do something about them.

So American - You and Draco have a lazy day. However, you and Draco take your teas differently.

Pretty Girl - although you're a hufflepuff, Draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year.

DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? - Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

Buy Me Presents - Draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official.

Love Letters - In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

The Alchemy - Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

Fighter - you and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument

Sweet Disaster - You and draco are inseparable friends, but deeper feelings come to light when you're asked on a date with someone who is determined to take advantage of you.

My Girl - You and Draco have a secret love affair, which all becomes public when he sees you upset in the corridors of Hogwarts.

Mornings By His Side - Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You’re Not Everyone Else - Enz thought he knew everything there was to know when it came to wooing pretty witches, but it will take a lot more than the botanical gardens to win you over.

Dress

In A World Full Of Boys He's A Gentleman - in a world filled with men, there’s Lorenzo Berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman.

Stiles Stilinski

Call Me Biles - Ever since you started dating Stiles, you've been calling him Biles and no one told you you were wrong.

Tired

Rainstorms - it’s the middle of the night and you wake up due to the heavy rainstorm outside, and after you get up, your boyfriend Stiles, can’t really sleep on his own.

We're Dating?

Others

"Oh Shit, Are You Crying?" - Tangerine accidentally hurts your feelings.

"Oh Shit Are You Crying?" - Your boyfriend makes you feel unloved in some stupid misunderstanding he quickly remedies.

Pretty Boy - everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry Potter himself.

Lovers Rock - you find a strange creature in the streets of New York that happens to be Newt Scamander's.

Remus Lupin x hearing impaired!reader

My Absolute Favourites - ♡

My Period Comfort Masterlist

#harry potter #theodore nott #matteo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #draco malfoy #x reader #comfort #fanfic #fic rec #harry potter fic

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harmonyrae · 1 month ago

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The Doctor's Wife

Synopsis: When you agreed to an arranged marriage to your childhood friend you never imagined it’d be like this. You knew what was expected of you, locking away your wild spirit to be a proper wife. The little boy you knew has grown into a handsome doctor, still as quiet and frigid as you remember. You’re both so different, how will this marriage ever work?

AN: I tried my best to be historically accurate - my Google history is crazy. I now have 10 pages of notes dude... Some modern terms are used for a smoother reading experience. Images from Pinterest.

Content Warnings: SFW (future works could have NSFW elements fyi), slightly suggestive, SO MUCH TENSION, angst & fluff & humor, religious elements (vows), Zayne is Mr. Darcy coded and I am unwell

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“I cannot believe you are going through with this… You were supposed to be more troublesome than I was! And here you are, avoiding the miserable experience all-together.”

Sera unwraps another curl and twirls it. She stares at you through the mirror of your dressing table, her glare speaking volumes. You wince as she tugs another wrap out, freeing the curl. You pick at your fingernails and sigh.

“Seems Mama learned from your mistakes - ow!”

Sera pulls another wrap out, harsher than she needs. You turn around to face her, forcing her to stop torturing your poor scalp. Your bedroom door opens and Cora and Theo enter. Theo sets down a cup of tea in front of you before shooing Sera away. She starts to gently unwrap your curls while Sera sits on your bed with Cora.

“But agreeing to an arranged marriage? Winnie…”

“We all know I wasn’t going to find a match without Mama’s intervention. You’re right Sera, I am more troublesome. This is easier and… and I want… this.”

Cora nudges Sera and she crosses her arms, agreeing to let the matter rest. When Cora meets your eye her smile wavers. She straightens her back and takes a deep breath.

“Has Mama… spoken to you?”

You squint at her, your brain foggy after the many conversations your mother has had with you lately. From the proposal of the arrangement, the fitting of your wedding dress, confirmation of the special license, she notices your confusion and continues.

“About… what… ahem… about marital duties?”

You laugh so hard you bump the leg of your dressing table, nearly spilling your tea. Your sisters simply stare at you, all wearing serious expressions. When you realize they want an answer you clear your throat and fold your hands.

“You are referring to intercourse?”

“Winnie!” All of your sisters shout in unison.

You burst into another fit of giggles, prompting Sera and Cora to stand and huddle around you. You look around at them and grin. You missed this, saying something to rile them up. It’s who you are, not at all sensible and rather wild - as your mother would say.

“Winifred, how do you know about… that?”

Cora inches closer and whispers, you know she is worried you’ve been indecent. You’re starting to wonder if the truth may be worse.

“I read a book.”

“What kind of book?! And where did you get it?”

Sera doesn’t bother whispering and Cora slaps her shoulder. Theo finishes unwrapping your curls and begins pinning them back, she leans forward, just as eager to know.

“Zayne could read his fathers books, I did not see a reason why I could not. So I stole one. Brought it home to read, forgot about it and found it a few years ago. I’ve read it quite a few times now. It’s all rather fascinating.”

Your neighbor being a doctor was extremely helpful, especially with Ellie being sick so often when she was young. Zayne always accompanied his father on his visits and quickly became your friend. He was a quiet child with his nose in a book while you ran wild, catching frogs and building dirt castles. But when you’d spend afternoons at his home, he would suggest the library. Zayne would read out-loud and you found yourself mesmerized by the content. You regularly requested the medical books and he was happy to comply. Your insatiable curiosity pushed you to steal one of them to read for yourself.

You point to the loose floorboard at the end of your bed and Sera spins, diving down to fish out the book. She holds it up and her brow furrows.

“It… It’s about childbirth?”

You nod and chuckle as she opens it, flipping through the pages with a grimace.

“Apparently, one cannot properly explain the intricacies of childbirth without explaining how the child came to be in the first place. Our bodies are fascinating, no?”

“Does your future husband know you stole one of his fathers books?” Cora teased.

When your mother told you Zayne’s parents were arranging his marriage and were requesting you - you were stunned, but not against it. You cried when he went away to university. Then argued when he came home just to leave for medical school a few weeks later. And you spent weeks in bed anxious he would never return from the battlefield where he served as a surgeon. He is one of your dearest friends, his company agreeable, his livelihood secure, you didn’t see a reason to decline.

“Well, his father never asked for it back when they moved last autumn. So I assume not.”

“Explain to me once more how Zayne gained his title?” Theo asks.

“The Earl of Akso died without an heir and he had no living male relatives. The Queen had to grant the title, and the estate, to someone and she chose Zayne.”

“Why Zayne?” Sera exclaims, earning her harsh stares from both Cora and Theo.

“He was a sawbone.”

“A what?” All of your sisters shout in unison, once again.

“A surgeon in the army. Apparently, he was the most trusted when it came to amputations. He never lost a patient who needed one. His superiors recommended him to the Queen. He was granted the new title and the land as a reward of sorts for his service.”

“So he is an Earl and a surgeon. He would have had every young lady in the Ton vying for his attention. Why would he want an arranged marriage?” Theo asks.

Cora urges Sera and Theo to step back. She extends a hand to help you up and leads you to stand in front of your mirror. She retrieves your dress and comes up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Have you seen him since he returned?”

You look down and adjust your stay, pulling the strings tighter. Cora sighs and taps your arms, you raise them and she slips the dress over your head. Cora smoothes out the ivory silk, fluffing the ruffles around the collar while you straighten the lace sleeves that fan over your fingers. She turns you around and swats your hands away so she can button the front.

“Can we return to the topic of how this book prepares you for this evening?”

Sera holds the book up and smirks. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I know what is expected of me. It does not serve me to be anxious over it.”

Sera frowns and drops the book to your bed. She walks over to hold your trembling hands.

“To be anxious is to be human, Winnie. You’re getting married today. You’re going to be a Countess. That is certainly worthy of a bit of anxiety.”

She smiles sweetly and you finally allow your shoulders to slump forward. Cora pulls you into a hug, Sera wrapping her arms around both of you. Soon, you feel Theo at your back. You close your eyes, allowing your sisters to hold you in their safe embrace. The creaking of your door makes you jump and you look up to see your mother watching you all. Her eyes fill with tears and she rushes forward to join. You chuckle as she lets out a muffled sob.

“My sweet girls.”

The hug does not last long, Ms Jennings arrives to announce the carriage is ready and your mother pulls you towards the door. You glance over your shoulder to look around your bedroom.

“Mama, please make sure my books are stored properly before they are sent. And my dressing table, I still want it, even if there is one for me at the estate, I want this one. And –”

“My dear, Ms Jennings already made arrangements with Ms Lucas at Akso manor. We must get to the church, come now!”

Sera grabs your mothers arm and leads her out of the room. Cora and Theo follow closely behind, allowing you a moment to yourself. A moment to say goodbye to your childhood. Whatever your future as the Countess of Akso may hold, you doubt your wild spirit will be welcomed. As you close your bedroom door you feel as if you’re locking a part of yourself away.

The ride to the church wasn’t long, but due to Cora’s condition you had to make several… stops. When you arrive, Rafayel is pacing outside of the church. Cora giggles as she tries to calm him, making the rest of you giggle in return.

“I was certain the carriage's wheel snapped or a wild animal attacked! What happened?!”

“Darling, you know I’ve been getting sick more frequently, especially in the morning.”

“Did you drink the ginger tea? Your mother said she would make you a cup before you departed! Why did you not drink it?!”

“Rafayel! I did drink the tea! I… I still…”

Cora’s smile fades as her breathing turns heavy. She rushes around the side of the church with Rafayel right behind her.

“She is carrying more than one child, I’m sure of it. She was not nearly as ill when carrying Leonardo. Poor girl can barely eat.”

Your mother has been speculating ever since Cora and Rafayel told her. Sylus and Caleb stand just inside the church doors waiting for their wives. Caleb quickly circles around Theo, his hand placing hers on his arm. Just like Rafayel and Sylus, when Caleb found out Theo was with child she was suddenly made of glass. Caleb leans close and whispers in Theo’s ear.

“Did you know Winnie’s betrothed was a military surgeon? Nearly fainted when he walked in. That’s the doctor!”

Theo gasps and tries to peek through the doors.

“The doctor who saved your arm? I must remember to thank him!”

Your mother places a hand on your back and you pause. Sylus and Sera walk into the chapel hand in hand, followed by Caleb and Theo. Rafayel and Cora shuffle into the corridor and your mother pats Cora’s damp forehead with a handkerchief before they stroll down the aisle to their seats. You straighten your collar over and over until your mother grabs your hands.

“I’m so proud of you darling.”

You force a smile. You weren’t particularly nervous about the marriage, but the thought of standing in front of a crowd made your stomach drop. You clutch her hand and she leads you through the door.

You let your mother lead you, focusing on each step and keeping your breathing steady. However, all of your willpower disappeared as soon as you looked up at the altar. The little boy you knew was long gone, in his place stood a tall gentleman with a frigid expression. While he may look intimidating, you were not easily frightened. Especially when he looked so incredibly handsome. His dark hair was the same, longer and more fringe across his forehead. Dark eyebrows framed brilliant green eyes, his mouth set in a barely there smile. His pressed black suit clung to his trim frame, his shoulders rolled back to keep his chest held high. He met your eyes only once while you walked and swiftly looked away. When you arrived at the altar you were sinking your nails into your mothers hand.

“Winifred… please.” Your mother whispered.

You loosened your grip, but remained frozen in place. The priest, Father Hartford, nods and steps forward, looking between you and Zayne before addressing the audience.

“We are gathered together here today, before God and this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy Matrimony. This union, an example of the promise betwixt Christ and his Church, its purpose honourable amongst all men. These vows are not to be taken lightly, or to satisfy men’s carnal lusts; but taken reverently, soberly; considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained. If any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else forever hold his peace.”

You look over your shoulder at the small audience, Zayne’s family sit quietly and yours follow suit. Your mother digs her elbow into your side and you face forward to see Father Hartford staring at you. You flash a smile and lower your head.

“I shall now ask both of you, if either of you know any reason, why you may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, confess it now.”

You quickly look up to see Zayne eyeing you. He returns his gaze to the floor. Father Hartford continues.

“Zayne, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?”

“I will.” Zayne says quietly.

“Winifred, wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded Husband, to live together in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?”

Hearing the word “obey” makes you shudder, but you grit your teeth and swallow your pride.

“I will.”

“Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?”

Father Hartford steps forward and your mother passes your hands to him, he guides you forward to stand in front of Zayne. He releases you and motions for Zayne to step up. Zayne reaches out and takes your right hand. You shiver as his skin touches yours. Father Hartford begins to quote the vows and Zayne repeats them.

“I, Zayne, take thee Winifred, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance.”

Father Hartford turns to face you, quoting the vows again. Keeping your eyes locked on Zayne’s hand, you repeat them slowly.

“I, Winifred, take thee Zayne, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance.”

Father Hartford then turns to pick up a small case, opened to reveal a ring. The thin silver band holds a stunning sapphire with two pearls on either side. You gasp and glance around to give apologetic looks to those around you. Zayne’s timid smile brightens as he picks up the ring and carefully removes the glove from your left hand. His voice shakes as he quotes his final vow to you, sliding the ring on your finger.

“With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.”

He holds your hand and turns, both of you kneel before Father Hartford who begins his lengthy prayer. Of course he has to thank every saint, today of all days. He finally looks down and motions for you both to stand.

“As Zayne and Winifred, have consented together in holy wedlock, witnessed before God and this congregation. I pronounce that they be man and wife together, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.” The rest of the ceremony is a blur, Father Hartford sings one final hymn to bless your future children and everyone signs the register as they file out of the chapel. You barely realize you haven’t let go of Zayne’s hand once since receiving your ring. You keep waiting for him to let go, but he doesn’t. You exit the church and walk past your families, Zayne helps you into his carriage. He sits across from you, finally releasing your hand. The door closes and the carriage pulls away, headed back to your family home for the Wedding Breakfast.

Your eyes stay focused on the ring on your finger, gently stroking it through your glove. Zayne clears his throat and you jump. When you look up, you see him watching you.

“You look… lovely today.”

It feels like the words were painful to say, but you nod and thank him for the compliment. The rest of the ride is quiet. Zayne stares at a small notebook he pulled from his breast pocket and you watch the winding streets pass by. Arriving at your home - well, your previous home - Zayne helps you out once again and you hold his arm while you walk inside. He isn’t pushing you away, but his indifference is confusing. You’re not sure if he’s happy or irritated.

The liveliness of the Wedding Breakfast doesn’t help ease your nerves. Your mother and Zayne’s mother engage in, what you like to call, a polite argument over a “motherly duties.” Sera joins in and, in her kindest tone, tells Zayne’s mother that a woman can do anything she pleases. Cora decides not to comment, since the argument started over her performance with Rafayel in Verona. She sips her ginger tea by the window and watches Rafayel and Sylus play with their children.

“Sylus, Sephie has her feeding soon, don’t tease her with cake!”

Sylus puts the cake down and gives his daughter an apologetic look. She starts to tear up so Rafayel tickles her to stop the waterworks. Persephone bursts out into a fit of giggles which causes Leonardo to throw his hands up in excitement, tossing cake crumbles all over the floor.

The past year has been overwhelming with two babies squealing and babbling. Between Theo getting married and both of your sisters having babies early in the summer you didn’t have much time to yourself. You had completely forgotten your debut was coming up. Your mother seemed to be equally overwhelmed, it was clear she wanted to marry you off quickly and quietly if possible. A notion you welcomed, no balls or promenading? Perfect.

Sera takes Persephone away for a feeding. Sylus offers to hold Leonardo for Rafayel, who curls up behind Cora to massage her shoulders. Caleb and Theo watch Ellie play the piano. Your mother avoids Zayne’s mother by leaving to “check on the kitchen staff.” Zayne’s mother and father collect another slice of cake while telling Zayne about their plans for their new life in Prague. You enjoy your people watching time, since sooner than later you’ll be ushered into the carriage with Zayne and taken to his estate. Your mind starts to wander as you twist the ring on your finger.

What if Zayne is disappointed in your… performance? He went to university in a big city, surely he partook in certain… activities… Isn’t that how men bond while away at school? Will he expect you to bare a child quickly? What if you cannot have children at all?

“Winnie?”

Zayne’s soft voice brings you out of your spiral. He extends his hand.

“Are you prepared to leave?”

Taking his hand you stand and are guided to the front door. You hadn’t realized everyone had already gone outside to see you off. Your mother lunges at you, pulling you into a hug. She’s not usually so expressive with her emotions. Your sisters wrangle you into another group hug before you give your niece and nephew a kiss on the forehead. Sylus, Rafayel and Caleb shout their goodbyes. Zayne’s parents wish you well and Zayne helps you into the carriage. And just like that, your old life is left in the dust kicked up by the carriage wheels.

A few quiet minutes later, you convince yourself to start a conversation. Zayne sits on his side of the carriage, scribbling in his notebook. You try to see what he’s writing, but the carriage jostles you around too much to get a good look. You clear your throat, earning you an inquisitive glance.

“Do you recall when I was angry with you for leaving for medical school?”

He hums softly.

“Well, I was not truly angry. I should not have shouted at you as I did. You were traveling abroad to study and I was… possibly…”

“Jealous?”

His accuracy is almost painful, but true.

“Perhaps. I never had the chance to apologize before you were sent away…”

“There is no need.”

“Well, I was worried… is all… You went away and I wasn’t sure you’d… come back.”

“The medical centers were well protected. I was never in too much danger.”

You scoff loudly. He raises a brow and you cross your arms.

“I heard of a doctor from Madrid who died serving at one of those ‘well protected’ centers. You don’t have to make it seem safer than it was for my sake.”

“You’re right. I also don’t have to talk about it all.”

You open your mouth to argue, but decide against it. Maybe talking about his time as an army surgeon was not a good idea. You tap your foot and search for a new topic.

“Oh, I saw you quite enjoyed the macarons. Rafayel bribed a baker at a coffeehouse in Verona to give him the recipe. Private box seats every season. Rafayel said it’s completely worth it. Mama’s cook has gotten very good at making them. The first few batches were horrendous! But now, they are almost always served at tea. I can… try to get the recipe… if you like… or–”

“Thank you. That is very kind.”

His short answers leave you questioning your previous relationship with him. It had been so easy to talk to him, not that he offered many words back then, but he was just… different. You decide to just look out the window for the remainder of the ride. It’s not long before you see lights in the distance. You scoot over and pull the drape back to get a better look.

The huge three-story manor was more like a palace than a house. Set at the center of a large plot of land with a dense treeline at the edge of the meadow. A large garden, a barn, a stable, the buildings kept popping up. From the carriage you see the crisp white window panes against dark brick, thick ivy covering walls and corners of windows.

“Is all of this… how much… where…?”

You can’t form a sentence, the fact this is your new home completely baffles you.

“Several acres past the treeline. I’ve been told there’s a lake and separate servant housing, but have yet to see it for myself. The entire west wing is at your disposal. Speak with Ms Lucas in regards to any furniture you may need. A bedroom has been made up for you, she will show you where it is once we arrive.”

His words slowly sink in and your chest tightens. How could you discuss these things with your sisters without hesitation, but now you can barely breath?

“Are we not… we won’t be…”

“I do not expect anything from you Winnie. I will be quite busy as my father is leaving for Prague tomorrow, so I will be the only physician in the city. You may live as you please, I will not interfere. I only ask that you inform me of any events you wish to attend or host. Ms Lucas will show you where my study is, that is where I will be most often if you have need of me.”

“Zayne, we are married…”

“Yes, and I see no reason for that to interfere with our lives.”

The carriage comes to a stop in front of the manor. An older woman approaches and waits for the coachman to open the door. Zayne hops out and offers you his hand. You don’t bother to take it, he’s sending you to a separate WING of the house?

The woman steps forward and Zayne gestures to her.

“This is Ms Lucas. Ms Lucas, this is Winifred.”

“Please, call me Winnie.”

She curtsies - that will take some getting used to. Zayne straightens his jacket and starts to walk for the front doors. He calls out over his shoulder before entering the house.

“I shall see you at breakfast.”

And just like that, he is gone, disappeared into his labyrinth of a house. Leaving you alone with Ms Lucas and your questions.

“What do you mean you haven’t –”

“Sera!”

Cora tosses a biscuit at Sera’s head. She glares at her and Sera grumbles under her breath as she picks up the biscuit to dip in her tea. You set your cup down and cover your face with your hands. Theo instantly leans over and wraps her arm around you.

“Perhaps he is being considerate? It was an arrangement after all, you did not court or even have a moment to speak before your wedding day.”

Theo offers a reasonable explanation, but it does not settle your discontent.

“Are you upset he hasn’t fulfilled his marital obligations or that you wish for him to pursue you and he has not yet?”

“Sera, you really must try the strawberry macarons Mr Tribble made this morning! Here!”

Cora shoves a puffy pink macaron into Sera’s mouth. Sera tries to push Cora away and gives a muffled shout as crumbles fall from her mouth. You stare at your hands to hide your flushed cheeks. You and Sera have always been so similar, making it much easier for her to read you. Sera finally tosses etiquette aside to speak with her mouth full.

“I will not hold my tongue any longer! Are we not all married? Do we not care about Winnie’s happiness? She clearly brought it up to ask us for help!”

Before Cora can shove another macaron into Sera’s mouth you reach out and take her hand.

“Sera’s right… I… I don’t trust anyone else. I just… I don’t know what to do…”

“You’ve been married a fortnight, have you not spent time with him?” Theo questions.

“We have breakfast and dinner together. I spoke with him in the library once and he showed me where he placed his books from university. I inquired about which book I could read and he suggested I start with a book on anatomy.”

“Perhaps he’s impotent!” Sera shouts.

Cora throws her head back and groans while Theo covers her mouth in shock.

“Sera, are you intent on causing me such pain?”

Sera takes Cora’s hand, but doesn’t hide her amusement.

“I have not heard either of you offer a reason for his behavior beyond him being ‘considerate’ - if he’s a man with a pulse he surely has interest. Sylus could barely wait until we were in the carriage before he –”

“I do not wish to know what Sylus did or did not do!” Theo groans.

You find yourself laughing, it’s been so long since your sisters have sat down for tea. Aside from the more intimate topics of discussion, it is like you were children again. Cora clears her throat and shakes her hand out of Sera’s grasp.

“Have you not considered attending a ball? Even if he does not speak to you, he may dance with you? And if not, you have an opportunity to make friends with other married ladies.”

“Why would I do that? I have you all. And I don’t like balls, the dresses are too stiff!”

Cora leans back and rests her hands on her stomach, in just two weeks she has gotten larger and can barely walk. With your fascination and your sister’s current condition, you found more books on childbirth in the library. You discovered birthing twins is rather dangerous. Your attempt to subdue your anxiety was an utter failure.

“My love, Rafayel and I winter in Verona. And once the children are older we may spend more time there.”

“And Sylus’s dukedom is a day and a half away. His responsibilities there mean we do not visit nearly as often. Especially since Sephie was born.” Sera offers.

“Caleb opening the orchard was a brilliant idea, but we were wholly unprepared for how busy the season was. If he is not preparing for the upcoming autumn, he is attending military academies to assist with drills. And this season, we have two garden parties and a gentleman who is determined to host his wedding by the lake.”

“You’re going to allow another wedding on the property?” Sera exclaims.

“No, ours will be the only wedding the estate hosts. Until our children are grown, of course.”

Theo’s wedding in the orchard was the most talked about wedding of the season. The apple blossoms in full bloom, an onslaught of military men in uniform, the Queen herself in attendance. You sigh, relieved no one else will have the privilege to such an experience, Theo deserved it. And you doubt Caleb would let anyone take that away from her.

“I mean to say…” Cora continues. “We will not always be here. You need friends, Winnie.”

“I thought I married one…”

You sit in silence as your sisters look to each other for who will speak next. Bowing your head, you stir in another teaspoon of sugar and listen to the soft clink of the spoon against your cup.

“You mentioned… he hasn’t walked the grounds yet?”

You look at Sera, her usual lighthearted demeanor replaced with a look of concern. You nod.

“Confront him, demand he takes you on a walk. Bring a picnic and only ask questions about him. The more you know, the better prepared you will be when you flirt with him.”

Tea spews from your mouth in a mist, Sera chuckles as Theo and Cora dab at your damp dress with their napkins. Cora glares at her while Theo tries, unsuccessfully, to hide her smile.

“Is that not what you want?”

Sera crosses her arms, you’ve missed her direct approach. Cora leans forward to argue, but you lift your hand and she pauses.

“It is.”

Sera leans back, savoring her victory. Cora and Theo exchange glances, but don’t argue. Sera’s plan was not bad, you only doubt your ability to captivate Zayne long enough to gain his attention. Let alone his affection.

Two days pass before you finally put the plan in action. Requesting your own cook, Mr Maddston, to learn to bake macarons meant he would have a few failed batches. When he presented you with the perfect cherry macaron, you giggled with excitement. He prepared lunch and packed a basket with a blanket. Now you just need to convince Zayne to join you.

“He returned home before noon from an appointment. He should be in his study.”

You give Ms Lucas a hug, something she was still getting used to. You are unsure what kind of treatment the previous Countess showed her, but you would break through her rigid exterior sooner or later. You rush down the hallway towards Zayne’s study. You take a breath and knock. When you hear Zayne welcome you in, you quickly open the door, if you wait you might lose your resolve.

“Oh… hello.”

Zayne looks surprised, you were a few hours too early for dinner. He closes his book and wipes his ink-stained hands on his handkerchief. You enter the room and hold the basket in front of you. Zayne eyes the basket. He’s curious, good.

“You have not yet walked the ground.”

Once again, he looks rather surprised. It is not a question, but a statement.

“Correct. I have not had the opportunity.”

You step closer so you are directly in front of his desk. He cocks his head and you smile.

“We shall remedy that. I have a picnic and the sun is exceptionally warm today.”

“Winnie… I –”

“I would rather not go alone, so please.”

You watch his expression change from indifference to concern to acceptance. He stands, straightening his jacket.

“Of course.”

He follows you out of the house and into the garden. He stays by your side as you weave through the gap in the hedges into the open field and towards the dense treeline. Your white linen dress billows in the breeze and the fresh scent of wildflowers washes over you. You stop suddenly and Zayne watches you bend down to touch the ground. Before he can ask, you slip off your shoes and leave them behind, striding across the field barefoot. You look over your shoulder to see him standing next to your shoes, staring.

“Come on then!”

You wave your arm and beckon him to follow. The ground is soft beneath your feet, the grass and flowers tickling your ankles. Zayne jogs to catch up with you.

“You should not wander through a field without proper shoes, you may hurt yourself.”

You stop once more and turn to look at him.

“This is the best way to truly walk the grounds. Off!”

You look down at his feet and he stammers.

“I… I beg your pardon?”

“Your shoes. Off!”

He looks at you as though you’ve gone mad. After he realizes you are quite serious, he reluctantly obliges. Leaving his shoes behind, you start to skip towards the treeline.

Once you’re in the forest, you slow down allowing Zayne to catch up. You walk side-by-side, you’re not sure what you want to ask first or if you should just enjoy the silence. A branch snaps behind you and you squeal, bumping into Zayne. He rests a hand on your shoulder to steady you. When you look back, you watch a young deer hop through the foliage.

“Oh! Do you think they’re looking for their mother?”

“It’s possible. Or a patch of berries.”

His voice is soft, like when he was young. He was just stating a fact, a thought, nothing special, but this is the Zayne you knew. The Zayne who indulged your whimsy and even encouraged it at times. You’d missed him desperately.

“Do you still despise hunting?”

You look over to see Zayne nod.

“Then our deer friend is safe here. Good.”

The sun peeks through the dense canopy. Patches of flowers line the path you follow. When you don’t hear Zayne’s footsteps beside you, you turn to see him kneeling to pick a few wildflowers. The butterflies in your stomach flutter as he stands and presents the small bundle of white to you. Taking the bouquet, you pluck one of the flowers out and tuck it behind your ear.

“Thank you.”

He nods and continues walking, leaving you to catch up with him.

“What was your favorite thing to study? In medical school?”

Zayne looks over his shoulder, he slows down so you can match his pace before answering.

“We learned mostly from watching and then practicing. The simpler the procedure, the better. However, I did enjoy studying more complicated procedures not commonly performed anywhere other than the battlefield.”

“Like what?”

“When I learned how many officers died during amputations, I worked to better the procedure as a whole. Make it safer for the patient and more streamline for the surgeon.”

“I heard you never lost a patient when performing an amputation. That’s rather impressive.”

“Yes… well… the patients may disagree. They’d prefer to return home with all of their limbs.”

“You gave them a second chance at life. What they chose to do with it is their decision. I find it rather impressive how you went from reading your fathers books to saving lives.”

You spot a small smile forming and grip the basket in your hands tightly. Looking away to hide your flushed cheeks, you spot the edge of the lake.

“Ah! The lake! Shall we stop here to eat?”

Zayne nods and helps you spread out the blanket. You sit and pull out the dishes, Mr Maddston has outdone himself. Two pigeon pies, stewed sweetened fruit stowed in glass bottles, pastry biscuits, one large cold plum-pudding, a few slices of bread and cheese, a tin of mixed biscuits, two cherry macarons and a large glass bottle of tea with two cups. Zayne chuckles at the feast set before him.

“Are those…?”

“Macarons? Yes, cherry. Mr Maddston said he’s going to try baking different flavors. So, expect a new macaron with your daily tea.”

Zayne smiles, a genuine one that lingers. Your cheeks warm as you watch him gingerly take the macaron and take a bite. His look of sheer bliss fills your heart with pride.

“Enjoying your dessert first, doctor?”

His ears turn the lightest shade of red. You pour him a cup of tea and as his fingers graze yours you hesitate. He catches the cup before you drop it and reaches out to hold your hand fully.

“Are you alright?”

You nod and try to laugh off your flustered appearance. You both fall into a comfortable silence while you eat. You occasionally stop to ask a question about his schooling or his parents. Or even to reminisce about your childhood. Once you both are sufficiently stuffed, you lie back on the blanket.

“Thank you for joining me. I know you’re a very busy man.”

“Thank you for convincing me. Or rather forcing me.”

You scoff and cover your eyes with your arm.

“Well, I didn’t know how else to spend time with you.”

The silence serves as a brutal reminder that your direct nature is not always appreciated. You sit up and turn to Zayne. He focuses on his hands as they fold his napkin into a tiny square.

“I apologize, I only meant… I… I’ve…”

“It’s alright. I did not realize you desired my company. I did not wish to… to…”

As you both stumble over your words, you look out to the lake. The sun shimmers across the water, a pair of swans float by and one of them flutters their wings splashing the water onto their mate. They swim around each other and nuzzle their necks together.

“Swim with me!”

You jump up, cutting Zayne off and extending your hand. He sighs, unsure if you’re serious. When he doesn’t take your hand, you turn on your heel and take off towards the shore.

“Winnie!”

As Zayne gets closer, you pick up the pace. Leaping over fallen branches and ducking to avoid low hanging ones. When you finally stop near the water's edge, Zayne nearly collides into you. He breathes hard, the hair on his forehead damp with sweat. You begin to lift the skirt of your dress and feel Zayne grab your arms.

“Winnie, what are you doing?!”

You laugh breathlessly and pull away to continue removing your dress.

“Zayne, we are married. There is nothing improper about me swimming in my chemise in front of you. However, I must ask…”

You toss your dress over a nearby log and wade into the lake, the cool water soaking the hem of your chemise, making you shiver. Looking over your shoulder, you notice Zayne’s ears are considerably more red. You turn and kick your feet to splash him. He stumbles back and you giggle as he steadies himself. Your heartbeat quickens as you watch his expression become a tad mischievous.

“Are you going to join me?” 🐝❀❄️

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rottnsx · 29 days ago

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GOSSIP GIRL

Hey Upper East Siders! Gossip Girl here. You're one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite and most importantly: our thrilling four. And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. You know you love me.

XOXO, Gossip Girl.

DISCLAIMER

this is purely fiction, it has no real connection to the actual series "Gossip Girl" and none of these characters are seen in Gossip Girl, this is simply an alternative universe. this is not Outer Banks setting, this is in Manhattan, New York. some of these obx characters, not all because there are far too many to put in one series, aren't here, but I have tried to put the ones I remember. The plot has been inspired by Gossip Girl and Gossip Girl only, but I do not claim their plot as my own. Please do not steal, copy, claim or rewrite my work, my work or my own characters. My work is my own. But I would really appreciate some support as this is my first big series, other series tend to be not as big and developed as I have done this series. More characters would be added later on in the series as I develop it.

WARNINGS

toxicity, classism, privilege overload, not a lot of morals around here, problematic early 2000s vibes like slut-shaming, toxic beauty standards, gossip culture, heavy drama and language, trauma, mental health struggles, elitism, substance abuse, infidelity, emotional abuse, ed and body image issues, violent threats, cyberbullying and bullying in general but unlike gg, this is a diverse casting. this series target audience is 18 and above. viewer's discretion is advised throughout the series.

COMMON THEMES

elite upper class, wealth, power struggles, control, love, lust, toxic romance, infidelity, virginity, identity, social hierarchy, popularity, secrecy, betrayal, lies, family dysfunction, arranged marriages, pregnancy scares, coming of age, young adult, media, influence, revenge, mystery, double lives, reputation, scandals, insecurity, mental health ( but no actual help for it ), obligation, duty, desire, drug abuse, addiction, chaotic, class warfare, hollywood stardom

SYNOPSIS

The Non-Judging Breakfast Club— as Serena Elizabeth Rhodes says ( future Cameron through Clarissa Rhodes and Ward Cameron's marital union ) were considered to be Kildare royalty through and through. The audience follows through the scandalous lives of the four infamous teens, with a threat weighing on their shoulders, some more heavy than others, of an anonymous blogger exposing their secrets at every given opportunity. The big question is, do you have what it takes to survive in our world? Or will the vipers of Constance Billiard swallow you whole? Send us all the deets at the official Gossip Girl website.

Now as we all know our Ancient Greek facts.. you don't? Well let's brush up on our facts! For one, the Ancient Greeks believed there are four elements of matter. In the depths of Manhattan's private school, Constance Billiard? We have that too! Except in the form of the core four students... make a good first impression.

MEET OUR THRILLING FOUR!

Fire — passionate, ambitious, driven or if we wanna talk about 17 year old girl with a stance of five foot six, let's talk about Zara Victoria Bianchi, Queen Zee, as Kildare's Gossip page states, but not exactly the it girl, that's all Sabrina Rhodes... Zara's more of a schemer than your mother's three course meal plans, thriving on perfectionism in every sense of the word. She burns bright to conceal the ashes. A constant need to conquer and go forth, all her emotions conflict and fuel her sparks. Known for her strategic scheming and sharp wit, Zara's got her whole swarm of bees that'll feed off you if she says otherwise. You'd know better than to give a bad impression to the Constance's shining star or are you just stupidly brave?. Faceclaim: Cindy Kimberly.

Yet, despite it all, she's a devoted girlfriend since childhood to every girl's dream boy since diapers, Theo Laurent. Speaking of Sir Golden Boy himself....

Earth — loyal, kind, grounding. Also known as Theodore Fitzwilliam Laurent. Famously known to be the Golden Boy of Manhattan, with the handsome looks of a foreign God you could only fantasise about and all dreamy eyes. Beneath his all that polished exterior, is a boy who tries to be the right guy. Loyalty runs deep when it comes to Theo, almost to a fault. he rarely is apart of his girlfriend Zara's spitfire, but somehow gets caught in the crossfire. A quiet constant in a world of chaos within his friend group, that's until of course he loses his virgnity to his girlfriend's best friend Sabrina Rhodes in a certain Clemonte wedding and lives with the guilt. Till of course, the lady of his dreams appears once again in his life, and Theo is torn between desire and loyalty. Faceclaim: Charles Melton | Cha Eunwoo

Now for the lady of his dreams, as I say....

Water — glowing, magnetic, perfect. Sabrina Elizabeth Rhodes. Effortlessly beautiful, irresistible to a tee. When she walks in the room, the world stops and all eyes are on her. Serena acts with her heart, not with her head unlike her best friend, Zara. The IT girl of Manhattan, caught between two worlds throughout the series, who she's supposed to be, and who she truly wants to be. She's the friend who'll drop everything to help you, but disappear when it gets too much for her. Sabrina Rhodes is a walking contradiction, with that dreamlike presence swarming around her. Always in such a hurry to reinvent yourself, go to a new city, change your name, start again, isn't that right, Rhodes? Attention isn't what you want to grab, Sarah, but when Theo Laurent catches your eye, you just couldn't help yourself. Faceclaim: Madelyn Cline

Last but not least, everyone's hotshot...

Air — playboy, cocky, charming. Rafe Cameron. The boy who throws around wealth like it's simply a few pennies, the playboy of the Upper East every girl says they'd never fall for but they're already tripping, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He's the definition of lavish, a penthouse in the Hamptons, cigarettes and sex, with his signature smirk and cocky attitude. Heir to Ward Cameron's multibillion businesses, yet daddy dearest isn't so faithful in his business management skills. Whilst some of the ladies may enjoy a golden boy, there's the rare few, that prefer dark and mysterious. Under all that arrogance and promiscuity, is a drive for daddy's approval. Will daddy ever look at you like you're anything but a player? There's a lingering threat, Rafe, your empire is under threat. Faceclaim: Drew Starkey

MORE CHARACTERS

Kiara Abrams | Madison Bailey ( Vanessa Abrams )

Evan "Trust Fund Burnout" Lancaster | Rudy Pankow ( Carter Baizen )

Nathaniel "Nathan Lonely Boy" Scott | Nicholas Chavez

Charlotte "Lottie | Aspiring Singer" Prentiss | Sabrina Carpenter

Josephine "Josie | A-lister Actress" Fernsby | Malia Baker

Jennifer ( Jenny ) "Brooklyn Girl" Scott | Tessa Holloway

Gianna "Wild Child" Westwood | Savannah Lee Smith

Zayden "Rising Soccer Star" Westwood | Rome Flynn

Sierra "Two Faced" Rosales | Kaia Gerber

Hanna "Wang Heiress" Wang | Anna Sawai

Enzo "Druggie" Ramirez | Nicholas Cirillo

Diego "Older Guy" Sanchez

Monica Delgado

Penelope Cruz

ADULT CHARACTERS

Ward Cameron | Charles Esten

Eduardo Bianchi | David Gandy

Alistair Laurent | Hiroyuki Sanada

Nazeera Bianchi | Melisa Pamuk

Clarissa Rhodes | Kelly Rutherford

Lillian Rhodes | Cate Blanchett

SERIES

i. episode one

PLAYLISTS

i. Zara Bianchi

ii. Theo Laurent

iii. Sabrina Rhodes

iv. Rafe Cameron

i. Gossip Girl

songs to listen to when you're reading the series

PINTEREST BOARDS

i. Gossip Girl AU

CHARACTER PROFILES

i. Zara Bianchi

ii. Theo Laurent

iii. Sabrina Rhodes

iv. Rafe Cameron

v. Evan Lancaster

vi. Nathan Cooper

written by @arvhangel™

credits to @alinavalentine for supporting me w/ this!

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raekensluver · 8 months ago

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a slytherin secret

description: you and theodore nott have been best friends since childhood, but this is the moment your friendship changes.

pairing: childhood bsf!theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: fluff!, childhood best friends to lovers

song rec: apocalypse by cigarettes after sex- "sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids"

w.c: 1k

an: you have to use your imagination a little bit to pretend that wingardium leviosa isn't taught in the first year...

"come on, theo," you urged, nudging him with your elbow. "you can't just skip over the charms homework again. professor flitwick will have our heads on a platter if we're not prepared for tomorrow."

theo looked up from the quidditch magazine spread open in his lap, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "oh, come on. you know i've got the quidditch game to worry about. besides, it's just a simple levitation charm. how hard can it be?"

you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. theo had always been like this—a bit of a procrastinator when it came to schoolwork, but you knew he'd pull through when it really mattered. plus, his charm and natural athleticism had earned him a spot on the slytherin team for the past three years, so maybe he had a point.

"alright, alright," he conceded, tossing the magazine aside and grabbing his wand. "but only because you're my favorite."

you felt your cheeks warm at the compliment and hoped the flickering firelight was enough to hide your blush. theo had always had a way of making you feel special, even amidst the competitive slytherin environment. you focused on the parchment in front of you, reading the incantation for the levitation charm. "wingardium leviosa," you murmured, watching the quill hover slightly in the air.

theo mirrored your actions, his own quill rising slightly before dropping back down to the table with a soft thud. he frowned, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "it's not working," he muttered.

you couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at his failure. "remember, it's all in the wrist," you said, demonstrating the flick again. "wingardium leviosa."

theo took a deep breath and tried once more. this time, his quill shot straight up, knocking over his inkwell and spilling a cascade of black ink across the table. "merlin!" he exclaimed, the two of you jumping up as the ink began to spread.

you couldn't hold in your laughter any longer. it bubbled up from your chest, filling the quiet common room with its warmth. theo looked at you, his own smile growing as he took in your amusement. "see? this is why i need you," he said, teasingly wiping an ink smudge from your cheek.

the moment hung between you, his hand lingering on your face, and something shifted in the air. the laughter died down, leaving only the crackling of the fireplace and the distant murmur of students passing in the corridor. you met his gaze, and for a heartbeat, the entire world felt like it had stopped spinning.

theo's hand dropped to his side, and he took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "you know," he began, his voice low and earnest, "i've never been able to do this without you."

you blinked, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin. "do what?"

theo took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "anything. quidditch, homework, even breathing. ever since we were kids, you've been there for me."

your heart raced as you realized what he was getting at. the unspoken truth that had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface of your friendship. you had felt it too, but never had the courage to say it out loud.

"theo," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "i know we're slytherins, and we're not supposed to be all…mushy," he said, his voice filled with a nervous laugh, "but i can't ignore it anymore. you mean everything to me."

you felt your heart pound in your chest as the weight of his words settled over you. theo had always been the braver one, the one who took risks and lived life without fear. but here he was, vulnerable and open, confessing feelings you had both danced around for years.

taking a deep breath, you reached out and took his hand, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through your body. "theo," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions churning inside you, "i feel the same way."

the tension between you two snapped like a tightly stretched bowstring, and suddenly he was there, his arms around you, pulling you into a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to hold onto something precious that might slip away. you melted into his embrace, feeling his heart thud against your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

for a moment, you just stood there, holding each other, the warmth of the fireplace at your backs, the ink slowly seeping into the parchment forgotten. it was as if the whole world had melted away, leaving only the two of you in the cozy cocoon of the Slytherin common room.

"you do?" theo's voice was muffled against your hair, but the hope in it was unmistakable.

you nodded, smiling. "yes, theo. i do."

theo pulled back, his eyes searching yours with a newfound intensity. you could see the disbelief slowly morph into joy, and before you had the chance to say another word, his lips were on yours. it was a gentle kiss, full of wonder and tenderness, as if he was afraid you might vanish if he pressed too hard.

your arms wrapped around his neck, and you kissed him back, feeling the years of unspoken longing coil around you like a warm embrace. the air grew thick with the promise of something more, something you had both been too afraid to acknowledge.

the common room was a blur of shadows and firelight as you deepened the kiss, your hearts beating in sync. theo's hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, as if trying to erase any distance that had ever existed between you.

breathless, you pulled away, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. but all you saw was the same unbridled happiness reflecting in the emerald depths that had been by your side through every victory and defeat, every secret and shared smile.

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gynnnicsworld · 5 months ago

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REC LIST STEREK PART II

So I was going to make a well-structured rec list, but the more I try to organize it, the less I can find a proper order. So I decided to do it from the most recently read fic to the oldest one in my AO3 history.

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Get You The Moon

BY: AClosedFicIsNeverRead

words: 180.785

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR - The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart. (You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!) Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

(This fic is and always will be one of my favorites, it has a really special place in my heart. It has sensitive topics, so I recommend you read the tags, but it's worth going through all the angst to get to the happy ending, because it DOES have a happy ending.)

True Love's Kiss, Attempted Murder

by: cowboilikeme

Words: 120.040

Beacon Hills has never been the most normal of towns, but recently things have been happening that are getting harder and harder to explain. And it's becoming more difficult to keep the supernatural a secret when something newer, darker and scarier comes to town in the shape of a teenage girl. But she is only the beginning to their problems. And what she brings with her is the worst this town has seen in a while. “What’s so bad about getting a ride in this?” Derek sounded like he was smiling, but as beautiful and unbelievable as that sounded, Stiles still refused to look at the man, “It’s a good car.” “Overcompensating?” Stiles ridiculed, knowing perfectly well that there was no way Derek wasn’t packing something impressive. “I think we both know that’s not true,” Derek was smirking when Stiles finally turned to him, if only in shock by the werewolf’s statement. “I think we both know there is no way I could know that,” Stiles winced at how bitter he sounded, but once it was out, there was no point in trying to suck it back up.

(So this is the most recent fic I read, and I loved it, I really loved it too much, and it makes me really sad that it's not very well known or spread, because the characterization that the author puts to the characters is really realistic, it's literally like reading and imagining a different season of teen wolf, it really impressed me too much. I highly recommend this fic, it's very good, and it may have some other unrelated things but they are not very relevant things, it doesn't affect the fic at all. For real, run to read it! and comment what you think! Give the author a lot of love so that he/she continues writing more works of art in this fandom.)

Lead You Home Again

by;GotTheSilver

Words:49,962

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body. An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

(I don't know about you, but I have a soft spot for fanfics where Derek and Stiles are childhood friends and grow up together, it's like really exciting to read, because this has a certain degree of canon, because it is known that Derek and Stiles knew each other as children but for some reason they have forgotten it? or decided to avoid it? I don't know, but I do know that you will love this fic, it is tooth rotting fluff, Okay, yes there is anguish, but afterwards everything is so fluff)

Fixing What Has Been Broken

by: JustJim & Useless_girl

Words: 102,205

Derek Hale is dead. That’s something Stiles Stilinski refuses to believe even for a second once he gets the call from his dad. He heads back pissed, because he’s convinced that he can fix that mess with or without the help of his old pack, because it is Beacon Hills we’re talking about. A town where no one stays dead for long. But maybe there’s more to fix along the way…

Or our reply to the Teen Wolf Movie's mess.

(we all know how awful THAT movie was, so our beautiful authors use their talents to fix that terrible movie and give us this wonderful fanfic that is everything it should be, we have mpreg (yes beautiful, and beautiful mpreg that explains Eli's precious existence) we have a little bit of feral derek (I know, we all love when derek gets a little bit feral) and we have a damn happy ending which is the best of all.)

Lock All The Doors Behind You

by:entanglednow

Words: 25,960

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

(Yes, sorry, I really do have a guilty pleasure for feral derek, it's just that it's the moment where Derek allows himself to be honest with himself and his feelings, without so many complex thoughts that prevent him from acting on his instincts. And yes, his instincts always tell him that Stiles is his safe place, his anchor, he likes his smell and basically follows him everywhere because he likes him.)

don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you)

by: crazyassmurdererwall

Words: 30,926

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously. (He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

(This one may seem funny (which it is) but it also has some sad backstories, it's actually a light and very entertaining read, you guys are going to love it, you'll probably get frustrated (like me) that Stiles doesn't tell Derek what's wrong. I really recommend it, those scenes with Talia are painful and beautiful.)

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real

by: waterella

words: 32,741

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.” “Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.” “Hey!” Scott insisted. “He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

(This is very funny, and just read it it's good, My favorite parts are where Derek keeps making excuses and Stiles only accepts them because they both want to keep kissing.)

The Price

by: theroguesgambit

Words: 18,452

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

(you guys have no idea how good this fanfic is, please please do yourself a favor and go read it right now, it's painful to read but i promise it has a happy ending for derek and stiles.)

Getting Better

by: The BadassIsIn

Words: 205,156

The season 4 rewrite absolutely no one asked for where Stiles actually deals with his trauma from the nogitsune instead of being a-ok with it all and added Sterek.

(So this is quite therapeutic to read, seeing how both boys deal with their traumas and get better together, it's really nice to read, but of course there is angst, but it has a happy ending, so don't worry, I would never recommend a fic that didn't have a happy ending for Der and Stiles. So feel free to go read it and cry a little, get emotional and feel like a band-aid is put on your hearts as you see how our boys finally deal with their traumas.)

i fell into the moon

by: Iscar123

Words: 234,122

Laura Hale is arrested hours after returning to Beacon Hills. Derek Hale returns to town to bring his sister back home and together they are drawn into the mystery of a rogue wolf on their family land. They also can't seem to stop bumping into the Sheriff's son, Stiles. Laura is determined to make Stiles her new best friend and Derek just wants everyone to survive so he can get the hell out of the town that took everything from him. Stiles just wants everyone to be happy.

(If you like fics where Laura appears, I really recommend this one, because Laura and Stiles become an amazing duo against Derek, it's very funny, but I recommend you read the one shot from where this fic is inspired first, it's very good too. Derek using his charm with Stiles is my favorite thing ever.)

can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

by: whiry

Words: 120,369

here's something strange about Beacon Hills. Stiles can't really put his finger on it, but the way certain classmates look at him at school and the way certain adults look at him in the grocery store has him curious. And it's not the sort of pitying looks that his mom's coworkers used to give him, but these ones are longer, more searching, like they're looking for something. Not to mention the weird noises that sometimes come from the woods when he runs, too human to be animal and too animal to be human. Plus the way the Hales have seemed to sequester themselves to the wild and give Stiles serious Cullen family vibes. But Stiles, like everyone else apparently, ignores it. Until it becomes too great to ignore and he has to investigate for himself and find out what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. +++ Or, the one where Stiles and Derek meet, hate each other, slowly get to know one another, and fall totally head over heels for each other all while avoiding curious classmates, an angry ex-girlfriend, and, oh yeah, imminent death.

(If you like alternative universe- High School fics like I do, then you have to read this one, plus the entire Hale family is alive, and the werewolves are revealed, and Derek and Stiles have this awkward crush on each other that slowly develops. You HAVE to read this, it's spectacular. And cora is cora haha)

Molten

by: sugareey & wolfspurr

Words: 27,896

"Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"

(I like fics where Derek and Stiles are put in a cave or cage, and they only have each other to get out of that scary situation, but Derek's wolf always ends up very attached to Stiles. This is kind of like that.)

Spellbinding Mishap

by: Wasterella

Words: 45,855

Stiles winced, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked over at Derek again. “So... you know how you told me not to touch anything?” Derek stared at him for a second, not seeming to understand, and then Stiles knew the moment it clicked because his entire face set so concretely it might as well have been carved out of stone. “What?” Scott asked, looking between them, confused. “What’s going on? I don’t understand. What happened?” “Yeah,” Stiles said slowly. “So the thing is, I uh, touched something. In the Witch’s house. And Derek came in and grabbed it from me. So he also touched it. And now it uh, it seems like whenever the two of us are a certain distance apart, we start getting sick. Or like, double over in pain. Or, you know, start dying.”

(Derek and Stiles are cursed and consequently can't be away from each other, so if you want to have a laugh, you can read this fic.)

Not So Boring

by: wasterella

Words: 69,062

“It was an accident!” Stiles continued, trying desperately to explain that this was all a huge misunderstanding and that the Demon clearly had to cut him some slack here.

It didn’t seem like he would be getting his wish, because the Demon’s annoyance melted into frustrated incredulity and he said dryly, “You summoned me by accident.”

“Yes!” Stiles insisted.

“How is that even possible? How do you accidentally summon a Demon?”

“You know, by accident!” Stiles argued.

“So you accidentally drew the summoning sigil into the floor, and you accidentally had an offering available, and you accidentally stood in the circle while accidentally reading the summoning spell?” the Demon asked dryly.

Okay, well when it was said like that, Stiles could understand the skepticism.

(And I close this rec list with another fic of our beloved westerella, and this is one where derek is a demon and stiles accidentally summons him. And it's really funny honestly, you have to read it, it's great!)

After months and months I finally bring you these recommendations, and I promise to bring you more, but I won't commit to saying that it will be soon.

Please tell me if you've already read any of the fics I put on the list, and tell me what you think of these recommendations, is there anything in particular that you would like me to recommend? Please let me know.

And if you have any to recommend to me, I would really appreciate it, tell me which is your favorite fic and I will read it.

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xoblondie · 4 months ago

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Smoke Trails

TW: Brothers bsf! Theo, 18+, oral, p in v, good ole vanilla sexy time.

The swirl of smoke entrails flow through the air as the freshly lit cigarette pulls back from your lips. The corridor was empty, and the moon shone from the grand window at the other end, creating a soft glow. You knew you could be caught at any moment, as it was after curfew, but you needed to relax after a long day of studying. As you took another drag, the sound of footsteps behind you fills your ears.

As you turn, trying to hide from the possibility of Snape catching, you sigh in relief as Theodore Nott approached you. Him and your brother, Mattheo, have been best friends for years and as a kid you had a major crush on him. In his teenage years though, he became a playboy and ignored that you even existed but you knew he would snitch to Mattheo. With widened eyes you turn and begin to walk away from him, forgetting about the cigarette still between your fingers. But as you do so, your shoulders are held back and Theo moved to stand in front of you.

“The fuck is this y/n?” Theo grabs the cig from your hand and held it up like he was scolding you.

“What the hell, give it back.” You ignored his question. Theo was always bitchy towards you, and you always figured it was because you were his best mates annoying little sister.

“Did you steal these from Mattheo?” Theo spat. He reached towards your hoodie pocket with his other hand where the freshly open pack of cigarettes sat and put them in his pant pocket.

“No they’re mine. Now give them back Theo I’m not in the mood for this.” His gaze shifted as he threw the cigarette on the ground and squished it beneath his shoe.

“What the hell is your problem-“, your protest was interrupted by Theo pining your shoulders to the wall caging you in with his frame.

“My problem sweetheart is that I don’t want to be responsible when your brother kicks your ass, and mine for knowing about this.” You can’t help but to let out a sarcastic laugh at his scolding.

“You have no place to scold me for this when you and Mattheo are smoking every damn time I see you out of class!” You raise your voice slightly which causes him to grip your shoulders harder. You’ve never seen him like this before, and you could feel yourself slowly letting the smell of his cologne intoxicate your senses.

“That’s different,” he growls, “You’re too young for this.”

“Theo I’m not even a year younger than you and you certainly don’t get to tell me what to do.” You push against his chest trying to get him away from you. The push was weak and a blush began spreading across the apples of your cheeks as you felt the muscle beneath his sweater. You knew he saw the blush as his anger slowly turned to arrogance, like a switch was flipped within him.

“Yeah? Cause from the looks of it, I am.” He smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear, “And it’s looking like you’re enjoying it.” You look away and scoff.

“Fuck you, Nott.” You mumble out.

“You’d like that too much.” He let go of his grasp on your shoulders.

“I catch you with one of these again, I won’t be so nice. I’m sure Mattheo would really giddy to find out about this.” He adds, as he takes a step back, giving you the chance to walk away from him.

“You’re such an asshole.” You mumble under your breath a little too loudly as you slip away from him and head back to your room.

It was a few days later and Snape had been giving you a hard time in potions for not paying attention. The events of the other night had left you confused, as the past few days Theo acted like the whole thing never happened. Your childhood feelings for him were forcing their way back into your mind, as you mentally tried burying them again. However Theo’s dumb face kept plaguing you, making you more and more frustrated.

To clear your head you sneak out of your room and to the astronomy tower, careful not to get caught by teachers or prefects. It was late and the castle was empty as you crept through the corridors. When you made it to the tower, you sat against a beam, lighting a cigarette and feeling the relaxation as the smoke filled your senses. All the feelings Theo left you with coming back as you started to relax into your own thoughts. You let out a relaxed breath, exhaling the smoke before your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled from your seated position, causing your cigarette to fall.

“What the hell Y/n.” Theo sounded irritated and his Italian accent thicker from the late of the night.

“Are you stalking me?” You say as you struggle against his grip.

“It’s not fucking hard to follow you when you sneak out at 2 in the morning.” You had never checked if you had been followed as you left the slytherin common room. And Theo had clearly saw you sneaking out.

“I thought I told you I better not see you doing this again?”

“Why do you even care? I don’t belong to you Nott. And don’t say some bullshit about my brother because I know he doesn’t give a care in the world if I smoke.” Theo had a contemplative look in his eyes as he mumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Before you have a chance to yell at him again his lips crash onto yours and his hands drop your wrists. You could feel your mental walls break down as you kiss him back, the kiss turning into a desperate make out session. His hand began wandering to your hips as he pushed you up against the wall for the second time, causing you to let out a small gasp. His mouth left yours and attached itself to your neck, nipping at it and leaving small bites behind.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.” He claims in between kisses and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“I just want to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you.” His hands move down to your barely covered ass, your pyjama shorts giving no protection to his rough hands.

“Theo,” you gasp. Hearing his name he paused for a moment and he squeezed your ass a little tighter.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you darling.” He whispers, “I’ve seen how you look at me, you’re not as discrete as you think you are.”

His hands leave your ass, and his left hand trails to your jaw, softly making you look at him. Your cheeks a deep crimson, you had very little experience with guys and the way he was whispering in your ear left you shy as you looked into his burning eyes.

“We can’t, he’d kill you.” You manage to protest, trying to have some sense despite your mind telling you to shut up and let him continue.

“He’ll never know.” He kisses you again as he slides your shirt up and off you, revealing a lacey bra.

“Cara Mia… did you pick this thinking about me today.” The cold makes you shiver slightly, as your exposed skin is hit by the night air. His accent was thick from lust, and intoxicating your last bit of judgement.

“Theo.” You whine again, your panties damp from his actions.

“So impatient.” He kisses you again and you bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin. He broke the kiss again to take his shirt off. His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you towards a bench, illuminated by the moon and sits you down on it. In a swift motion he glides your thin cotton shorts down your thighs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You’re so pretty like this baby.” He voice is low as he whispers sweet nothings to you. He moves to kneel in front of you, running his hands up your thighs and playing with the thin fabric of your underwear.

His fingers move closer to the damp fabric of your underwear, rubbing it slightly in a teasing motion.

“You’re already soaked.” A smirk forms on his face as he pushes the fabric to the side, his mouth meeting your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue played with your folds. Thighs squeezing the sides of his head as pleasure built within your stomach. As he tasted your core, curious fingers slowly slide inside you. You let out a moan as they start pumping, quickly approaching you limit.

“Theo I… too much I’m close.” His eyes light up and increases his speed, looking at you as you come undone by his actions. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, your orgasm shattering through you as his tongue never leaves your bulb.

Slowly he pulls away and his fingers slide out of you, the absence making you more needy.

“You’re doing so good, Cara Mia. You taste so sweet for me.”

“Theo please…” you let out a whiny moan, missing the contact he was making with you.

“Please what?”

A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, as your hands move to cover your blushing cheeks. A soft chuckle echoes from Theo’s throat as he stands, toying with the band of his pyjama pants.

“Don’t be shy now, is this okay?” The clothing quickly slips down his waist, exposing his length to you. You nod your head, looking up to him.

“You gotta use your words baby.” His hand strokes his shaft in a jerking motion as he positions himself between your legs.

“Yes.” Stumbles from your mouth, in a shaky anticipated tone. A soft laugh erupts from his mouth and he leans down to kiss your mouth in a soft and reassuring way.

“Let me know when if it’s too much.” He whispers against your mouth as he slowly begins to fit himself within you. A loud gasp spirals out of your mouth as you clench him tighter. The feeling of pain hits you first, but you revel in the feeling as it quickly turns into a form of pleasure. You give Theo the nod of approval and he starts to move, creating a symphony of moans and skin connecting to skin. His movements were slow but deep as he moved your thighs in order to bury himself further and further into you. Around you the whole tower seemed to be frozen in time as you two melted into one another, learning each other’s bodies and matching movements.

“Theo I’m close.” You whine out, earning a low chuckle in response.

“Me too, Cara Mia.” His words spilled out in a rough growl. He leaned down to kiss you again, his movements becoming rougher with each hit. His change of pace had your body racing, seconds from finishing. And you let out a whine to let him know that.

“Go ahead baby, you deserve this.” He whispered, sending chills down your body as your hips rocked. The flow of your orgasm filling the rest of your senses from the pressure of the cool down. You had never experienced such an intense orgasm, as Theo fucked you through it. It wasn’t long before Theo met his own finish line, pulling out of you to paint your stomach with his release. Quickly grabbing his wand, he cleaned you up as he admired his work and the view below him.

“Fuck Theo.” You broke the silence.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, not breaking eye contact with with you.

“That- that was amazing, but we can’t do this again.” You bite your lips anxiously as the realization of what you had just started became a pit of anxiety in your stomach.

“Cut the crap, Cara Mia.” He laughed, “Your brother will never find out. And you aren’t getting rid of me.”

He stated, as his hand softly grabbed your jaw.

“Plus, who said I was done with you tonight…”

A/N: smut is so hard to write I’ve been like struggle bus-ing this for so long. Anyways am I back? No clue yet! But can’t let my pretties down! I have a job interview in a couple days, and might have a date!!!

#xoblondie #slytherin boys #smut #harry potter #slytherin boys smut #x reader #theodore nott #brothers bsf!theo #brothers best friend

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petriwriting · 2 years ago

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Promise. - Theodore Nott X Reader

Summary: Theodore gives Y/N a special gift, reminding them that they are his safety in an unsafe world.

A/N: I would imagine this takes place in 6th year, 'cause you know.. Voldemort. But beware I've been really into writing fluff for my comfort characters lately. This is very angsty. Extra heartbreak points if one of them dies at the battle of Hogwarts, use your imagination.

Late-night walks were common for the pair. Especially when they needed to get away for the night, with everyone going on in their world it was no wonder they both needed a break.

Theodore Nott was under the threat of his father, expected to side with Lord Voldemort, it was his reputation as a pure-blooded Slytherin. Perhaps in some sickening way, he felt the need to clear the family name of his father's wrongdoing. But deep down, he knew it wasn't right. They both did.

Y/n was by his side, as loyal as a Hufflepuff. through everything. On the nights his father became aggressive and violent, Theo came to them seeking refuge. Y/n always welcomed the boy with open arms.

They had been a pair since childhood, they attended dinner parties together, and y/n attended every one of Theo's quidditch games. In turn, Theo was there for y/n when classes were stressful, and life felt overwhelming.

It wasn't until that particular evening that things would change, possibly forever.

The two walked along the empty, quiet streets braving the cold air together. they had both been quiet, observing their surroundings and enjoying each other's company in silence.

"Y/n," Theo finally said, shattering the long silence that had been following them.

"hmm?" y/n's voice was soft, quiet. they were now entering a park square. someplace slightly more private than the streets.

"I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About us."

y/n's heart began to race. surely this wasn't a breakup, how could Theo possibly be abandoning all they had, after all, they had been through? this couldn't be. y/n was so accustomed to hearing bad news these days that it was the only solution their brain could come up with.

"Y/n," Theo turned to them, holding their face in cold pale hands. "I love you, but I don't want to be with you in this war," he said.

"Teddy, I don't understand-"

"Please just listen." Theo insisted quietly. "This is not me parting ways with you, I- could never," he explained gently. "I propose that we run away. change our names, we can flee and start a new life together. without all the dangers of being here."

Y/n was unconvinced and looked down for a moment before locking eyes with him.

"I love you more than anything. But if we stay here our lives will be in danger, possibly forever."

Y/n couldn't deny that fact. The war had already taken people they both loved. It wasn't right to be talking about wanting to get married one day, have kids, and grow old together if it meant they would be living in danger, living in fear.

"It isn't right. We can't just flee. we need to fight this," y.n shook their head gently, partially in disbelief. "no matter what happens." the pair locked eyes and the snow began to gently fall around them, coating the park in a grey glow.

"Then promise me."

Theodore shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a tiny deep red velvet box. It was battered, aged, and torn. but it was still soft. "Promise me, that you'll stick around, no matter what." as soon as Theo mimicked y/n's words, soft tears began falling from their eyes, watching him toy with the box.

Out from the box emerged a shiny, silver ring with an elaborate stone placed in it. something very expensive no doubt. something that was purchased with his father's money. Theodore offered the ring to y/n.

"This was my mother's ring," he said quietly, his voice slightly shaking. "I took it from her things when she,-" Theo gasped quietly, the shaky breath taking the air out of his lungs when he tried to continue his sentence.

Y/n grabbed the sides of his face, the boy wasn't crying, Theodore rarely ever cried. but there was hurt in his eyes that pained y/n to see.

"I promise." barely a whisper. "no matter what Theo, I'll always be right here."

Y/n's soft touch brushed against Theo's cheeks before he pulled forward pressing their lips together in desperation. It was a sweet and heartfelt kiss, like two lovers that couldn't live without each other.

After the kiss, they embraced one another very tightly as the snow collected around them.

"I just want everything to be okay," Y/n whispered. "we'll be okay."

they pulled away from one another, each shivering in the cold. Y/n took the ring and gently twirled it around their thumb and forefinger. "Theo I can not take your mother's ring." it was dazzling. quite beautiful for that sort of thing. "I know how much this means to you." y/n said. Theo was insistent. "I've been wrong about a lot of things in my life, y/n. But I was never wrong about you. I want you to have it, keep it, my end of our promise." he insisted.

"Theo-"

y/n was promptly cut off. "Please take this. you know how much it means to me, you mean more than that." his heartfelt confession made y/n's stomach flutter, it was that same feeling they had when they were younger and Theo would hold their hand or say just the right thing. Theo grabbed the ring and slipped it onto y/n's middle finger.

"I'll guard it with my life." y/n said with another shiver, the later the night grew the colder the chill in the air became.

"Here, love," Theo said, taking off his coat and offering it to Y/n by draping it around their shoulders. "but Theo, you'll be cold." y/n retorted, but Theo was incredibly insistent that evening. "I can manage until we are safe at home," he chuckled softly. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

As the two continued on their path, Theo wrapped their arm around y/n, in an effort to keep them warm and as an act of deep affection. Y/n leaned their head over onto Theo's arm.

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tfgalore · 5 months ago

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SwapCorp: Theo

Most people didn’t believe in swaps. Theo was among the many who thought that SwapCorp, a new company claiming to be able to transfer people’s consciousness across bodies, was a complete hoax. But that didn’t stop him from hearing about it daily. Even as he finished up his pull-ups at the gym, the TV that sat in the corner was blaring out some news about it. They were mainly criticisms of the companies shadier transactions and an investigation into where exactly SwapCorp got the young, youthful hunks it seemed to specialise in. There were even reports of criminals using the bodies to get a fresh start.

Theo shrugged it off though. That will never happen to me, he thought to himself, happy to keep pumping iron. Little did Theo know, SwapCorp’s nefarious intentions was going to hit a lot closer to home than he thought.

The hunk had forgotten all about SwapCorp on his walk home. A silent midnight, with nobody around. The perfect spot for a kidnapping. It was faster than Theo could realise. There was rush of footsteps behind him, and a sudden sting in his neck before he could even turn.

“Hey! What the hell?” Theo whipped around to see a thick, burly figure standing in front of him. He couldn’t make out the man’s face though. Like the rest of his world, the man’s face swirled into a mix of colours. The fast acting drugs already coursed through Theo, knocking the jock unconscious within seconds.

“Target acquired. Preparing for transport.” The words echoed through Theo’s head, seconds before he passed out.

The next time Theo awoke, the damage had already been done. His bones ached. His muscles felt pathetically weak. It took all of his strength to even sit up. His palms spread out across the soft sheets he laid in, and that’s when Theo got his first shock. The back of his hands were wrinkled, the skin looked more like aged parchment compared to the usual veiny and toned hands he sported.

“What the-“ Theo croaked on a voice he didn’t recognize. It was grained and higher pitched, nothing like the sultry, treble tone that he’d used to seduce plenty of girls in the past. His first instinct was to shoot out of bed and find out what was going on, yet everything ached again as he tried to move. His knees felt like they were on the verge of giving out.

Theo’s eyes darted across the room, looking for clues. He seemed to be in a bedroom. An old, well furnished room that reminded him of his past childhood home even. Theo’s eyes brushed across the mirror. And then they shot back. Where he expected to see himself in bed, there was a 50 year old male looking back. He wore the same shocked expression Theo was making.

“Who are you?” Theo yelled. The man yelled too. That’s when it hit Theo. The man in the mirror was him! Somehow, he had aged 30+ years. Gone was his youthful and stunning features, worn away by age. He looked too different to be himself though, Theo recognised. He brought trembling hand up to his head. There were signs of balding, his hair was a snow-white instead of his usual coiffed and rugged black.

This has to be a dream! There was no way that could be him! Theo’s mind raced with rationalisations. Maybe he’d worked too hard at the gym and caused himself to pass out. Resulting in this crazy fever dream…

“Ah, good, you’re awake.” The voice snapped Theo out of his stupor. A man in a business suit walked in. And right on his heels, Theo entered next! Or at least, Theo’s body did. It was a mindfuck for the jock to see his own cocky smirk staring back at him. Whoever it was, was wearing a sleeveless tanktop, and was grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s going on here!? Where the fuck am I?!” Theo yelled, which came out in a course and croaky tone. Even his vocal cords sounded aged.

“Mr Stone, please take it easy. You need rest after the procedure, especially in your current state and age.” The man donning the suit put up his hands placatingly.

“I’ll take it easy when you explain what is happening! How am I in someone else’s body! And who’s in mine!?” Theo could feel his breath wheezing. Not only was he old, this body he was in was wildly unfit!

“Your body has been paid for by Mr Woods, here. Thanks to a large donation and help getting the authorities off our back, Mr Woods is currently the sole proprietor of one Theo Stone.” The man explained.

Theo was stunned. Some proprietor!? This wasn’t some piece of estate or a patent they were talking about! This was his damn body! And yet, he wasn’t even in it. The man continued before Theo could speak. “There is no chance for you to bring this up to the cops. After all, who is to believe you when Mr Theo Stone himself will be denying these accusations.” The man gestured to “Theo” who had been quiet until then. “You will be given help adjusting to your new life, and we urge you to accept these changes.”

Theo wanted to scream, kick and punch. But his frail body wouldn’t let him. Instead, he sat in disbelief, watching as his former body, now held by a pervy old man, began to flex. The real Mr Woods seemed perfectly content with his renewed youth. Watching Theo’s muscles ripple and flex in the mirror at his command brought a wide grin to his face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take great care of this body. Promise.” Woods said with yet another smirk…

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It had been five months since the swap. Mr Woods had grown perfectly accustomed to his new life as Theo. In fact, plenty of people in his life saw the changes. In their eyes, the previously homophobic jock had taken a full 180. From having a different girl in his bed each night, Theo was now hooking up with hunks and twinks left and right. Every gay bar in the city knew his name. “Take it off Theo” they called him, thanks to his proclivity to strip off and flex for fun in the clubs and bars. Of course, the managers never did mind. It was just more good business for them when the hunk pulled in desperate and horny guys.

Even at the gym, Theo got plenty of action. His clothes got tighter and tighter over the weeks, his bubble butt on full display under the 5 inch shorts he’d switched to in place of the usual grey sweatpants he used to wear. Hunks seemed to love it, plenty of them pulling Theo aside in the locker room to give his bubble butt a few swats before giving him a raunchy fuck in the locker room.

Theo loved it all of course. And to make matters worse, he’d dropped out of college. He wasn’t going to waste his second chance at life on something he’d already gone through once before. Instead, the new Theo decided modelling was his calling. After all, with a body like his, recruiters were practically lined up for him.

That was the only morsel of his old life that Theo got. Now left alone in an old age home affiliated with SwapCorp, the real Theo could only watch his old body through the pics and vids posted on his Instagram and his modelling gigs. Each time, he’d sigh as he felt his heart break at what he’d lost. Nobody had listened to his deranged ranting about forcibly being swapped. After all, most people believed it was SwapCorp was a hoax…

#gay #male body swap #gay body swap #body swap #body switch #male transformation

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stqrgirlie0 · 1 year ago

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⋆✮theodore nott✮⋆

part 2 /part 4

theo’s had a hard childhood, his mother sadly died and all he has left his father. his fucked up father. there’s no wonder as to why theo took up smoking, but this doesn’t change the fact that he’s completely addicted. every inhale and exhale takes him further away from the walls of the castle, just what he wants. just what he needs. despite his mother leaving him from a young age, theo continues his and his mother’s shared passion for learning, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s at the top of his classes but he’s doing pretty good if he says so himself. theo was also taught how to play the piano but avoids doing so because he thinks it reminds him of his mother too much. but if you wake up in the middle of the night, you might faintly hear a sweet sweet melody being played from the common room.. all the neglect from his father’s end corrupted his innocence growing up, and as a child Theo often spent his time in solitude. however he didn’t let this affect his relationships in his teenhood, and still chose to foster relationships- but only as far as friendships. Theo has never been in a relationship and the ‘sleeping around’ thing his friends so often did, didn’t seem so appealing to him. that is, until he saw you. he was sure you were new but when you first talked and told him you’ve been here since first year, let’s just say it wasn’t one of his proudest moments. from that moment he knew exactly what he was going to do. it took a while, his grovelling weirded you out at first- did he like you? was he trying to do this as a joke? eventually you’d realised it was in fact not a joke, and theodre nott actually did like you, yes. however did you know what to do in response? absolutely not, so of course you turn to everyone’s go-to flirting method: feigned dislike. it worked wonders while also creating a tense but playful rivalry between you and theo. did this confuse theo at first? slightly, yes. but was he also turned on by it? absofuckinglutely. in case it isn’t obvious, things did eventually get heated… everything about you had him going crazy- your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your comebacks, your scent, your hands, YOUR HANDS. gosh he goes absolutely feral over your hands (mainly because he imagines he’ll be putting a ring on it one day, but asides from that..) the way that they fit so perfectly into his alters his brain chemistry or something because trust me this man will be holding onto it and fidgeting around with it EVERY. SECOND. OF. THE. DAY. while everyone thinks he’s a complicated character, he’s actually not. there’s a limited amount of ways to get to his heart- food, hugs and hickeys. food: you know it, every theo enthusiast has heard this about a million times, all the more reason to believe it to be true!! he will literally eat his whole weight and won’t think anything of it, and will STILL be skinny af. hugs: this man needs his hugs just to relax and have a lil breather. a back hug, a side hug, a bear hug, straddle hug, you name it he will hold onto you like a koala! hickeys: alright, enough of our soft teddy, Mr Nott knows his way around your neck, shoulders, chest, EVERYWHWRE. there’s nothing sweet about this, he wants everyone to know who makes you a hot moaning mess every night.

#hmm should I do a part two??🤔🤔#y’all know I’ll do anything for my theo bby

#slytherin #slytherin boys #theo nott imagine #theo nott smut #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott #theodore nott x slytherin!reader #lorenzo zurzolo

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ladymoody · 7 months ago

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can you make a story with theo and yn and they’re friends but we have a boyfriend and like he doesn’t treat us very good so we have sex with theo? i know its cheating if u don’t feel comfortable don’t do it🤗 thank u💜

OUR LITTLE SECRET

theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw +18, cheating, swearing, dirty talk, explicit language, breast squeezing, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom!theo, creampie.

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mr. brown was on my bed looking like he was judging me. he was my childhood soft toy and I knew he would've hated seeing me cry for a damn boy. I hugged him - my dear teddy bear - squeezing him to my chest as the memories of what had happened with my boyfriend flowed back into my mind.

"you're a whore, that's what you are."

"all you do is insult me! but can you really face the matter and have a bloody conversation like a civil person?!"

"oh, are you saying I'm immature? bitch, have you looked in the mirror? because all I see is a damn child! you will never be good enough."

you will never be good enough. my brain wouldn't stop playing that scene and making me listen to that sentence all over again. I wasn't good enough and will have never been.

warm tears started sliding down my cheeks, I started sobbing and squeezing mr. brown harder. all I wanted to do was bury my face somewhere and stay there for the rest of my life, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. I wasn’t good enough.

but then my bitter look lit up and I stopped crying for a second, before starting again but a bit more softly. theodore. he was my friend and perhaps he could’ve helped me.

I picked up my phone and unlocked it, ready to text him.

💬 hey. — I typed.

theo answered within a few seconds.

and theo never read my last message. or at least from the SMS app, because I was pretty sure he had done it from the notification centre and decided not to text back. I sighed knowing he was already in his car to drive to my place.

(skip time)

I heard a knock on my window but ignored it as I was lying in my bed, facing the opposite wall and hugging mr. brown. I thought it was the wind blowing outside at first, since it was raining, but the knocking continued and the sound of it increased more and more. I rolled over to glance at it and I immediately found myself gasping as I sat up, seeing theodore standing on my balcony.

I was on the second floor of a building, and there was also a small staircase nearby. I wasn’t surprised of seeing him there, I knew him too well not to know he was stubborn and eventually managed to come over, but I was concerned when I saw him completely soaked.

I stood up and left my teddy bear on my bed, making my way towards the window. “have you gone completely insane?”

theo smiled slightly sheepishly as he stepped inside, his clothes wetting my carpet.

“you know I’ve got a front door, right?”

“I thought your parents were asleep at this hour.”

“so what? was climbing up my window a better idea?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“you’re drenched, theo.”

“and you’re crying, y/n.”

I stopped and realized that I had been crying, still thinking about the discussion my boyfriend and I had. I quickly wiped away my tears and blinked a few times in an attempt to make the redness go away from my eyes.

“you told me to come over and-”

“no, I didn’t! I just wanted to chat. no need to come over, theo. ugh… you’re completely soaked in rainy water.” I walked out of my room just to come back some seconds later with a towel wrapped around my arm.

“here.”

theo took the towel and started to rub it on his head to dry his hair off, then he placed his leather jacket on my chair and continued to dry himself.

“what did that bastard do to you?” theo spoke passive-aggressively.

“nothing, theo… it’s nothing. I’m more worried about you catching a damn cold.”

theodore rushed towards me and grabbed my face — his hand holding my cheeks and squeezing them in a way my lips were all squashed. “if you don’t tell me what he’s done to you, I will ask him myself, and trust me, he won’t be able to speak again after that.”

theo had always been very protective towards me and I had always appreciated that. we were good friends and whenever my boyfriend and I had fights, theo was there for me. through time he started hating my boyfriend more and more, as I kept telling him the way he treated me.

“he was rude again. nothing to be concerned about. I just overreacted, theo.”

“no, y/n. if it’s something that moved you, it was something serious.”

“listen, I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just wanted some company…��

theodore saw the look of sadness and vulnerability on my face, and he softened up. he sighed and loosened his grip on my face, then he weakly smiled at me before leaving my chin.

“come here…” he pulled me in a hug and I happily hugged him back.

“he doesn’t deserve you…” he murmured and I let a few tears slide down my cheeks. “shh… it’s okay, I’ve got you…”

I felt safer in theo’s arms than in my boyfriend’s.

theo gently pulled away wiping away my tears as he looked down at me. “you deserve someone who can appreciate you and love you unconditionally. you definitely don’t deserve someone like that bastard you’re dating.”

theo was right, indeed. but I loved my boyfriend and I couldn’t bring myself to admit I deserved better. I just nodded without adding anything.

theo’s hands were on my hips gripping them firmly, every now and then roaming from the small of my back to my waist. he was looking at me with those piercing eyes of his, and he was incredibly sexy.

“if he only knew how many things I’m thinking of his girlfriend…” he said. his voice a little above a whisper.

“…what do you mean, theo?”

oh, I perfectly knew what he meant. yet, I wanted him to say it out loud both because I couldn’t believe it yet, and because the thought of it was making me aroused.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

“theo…” I wanted to sound mature, sensible, and disagreeing. instead, all that came out of my mouth was a whine. a moan of arousal.

“I could treat you so good… and it could be our little secret.” he pleaded.

“you know I shouldn’t be doing this, right?” I said as my arms automatically wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer than two friends should be.

theo’s hands gripped my hips more firmly, flushing me against him and making our bodies feel each other’s heat. I knew it was so wrong, cheating is wrong, but this felt so right… we together felt so right. theo had always been a good guy when it came to treating women properly, so I knew I would’ve put myself in good hands, yet it was still cheating and I felt myself torn between him and my boyfriend.

“theo…” I looked away, avoiding his gaze. but he soon grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. he didn’t wait any further and cupped my cheek, pressing his lips against mine.

at first, I was about to pull away and yell — “what the fuck!”, but the softness of his lips mixed with his aggressive and firm grip had me kissing him back eagerly.

he let out a low moan as he felt my lips moving against his in equal passion, and he bent on his legs — our lips not leaving each other for a second — as his hands grabbed my thighs and he lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he securely held me by my butt and pressed me against the nearest wall. all my paranoia was gone and any possible thought of my boyfriend was no longer lingering in my mind as it was all replaced by how good theo was making me feel. I’ve always had secret fantasies about me and him because he was the only decent treatment I got from a male figure. not only did my boyfriend mistreat me, but he was also quite bad at kissing and having sex — his kisses were too sloppy and wet and I hadn’t had a good orgasm in MONTHS.

“all for me… you’re all for me now…” theo muttered against my lips between kisses. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you every day… I’ve had dreams about you leaving your boyfriend, stripping in front of me, and riding me as an apology for dating such a dork…”

I mentally chuckled at his words, it was such a… unique fantasy.

“my god…” I moaned and he liked it. he broke the kiss and smirked, carrying me to my bed.

I giggled slightly and he grinned as he laid me on it and climbed over me. his right forearm was next to my head, allowing him to prop himself and not crash his weight on me, while his left hand tightly gripped my hip.

theo and I kept making out on my bed, until I felt his hardness pressing against my hip and I pulled away.

“I’m not sure we should we be doing this… if my boyfriend finds out-” theo cut me off with another kiss, and I couldn’t get the strength to pull away anymore. he just felt too good.

his hand slid up to my top, gripping and squeezing my boob. I panted and broke the kiss for a few seconds as I pressed my forehead against his. theo kept his eyes closed and smirked at the feeling of my breast in his hand, then he moved under the fabric.

“ohh! yes…” I arched my back. my boyfriend had never touched me like that — he always skipped straight to the act and didn’t do anything to pleasure me.

“you like that?” he murmured as he began to leave kisses on my neck. I simply nodded, not being able to do anything else for the position I was at that moment.

theo’s hand teasingly shifted down my stomach, leaving my breast all alone again — swollen, deprived of his touch, and sore. I wanted so much more. he reached my lower belly and played with the waistband of my shorts for a bit, and then he slid his hand inside my panties giving me goosebumps at the feeling of his long and slim fingers touching me down there. I let out a louder moan which was soon quieted down by his lips on mine, his thumb rubbing my clit.

“theo… ohh… fuck!” he smirked and chuckled to himself before slightly nibbling at my earlobe and continuing his trail of heated kisses on my neck and jawline.

“yeah, doll… be loud for me…” his hips moved instinctively against mine to seek some friction — I could tell he was very horny and I was too.

I shut my eyes and arched my back once again as I felt his fingers starting to stretch me mercilessly. they went in and out so effortlessly that I could feel my lower belly burn due to pleasure. “yes! don’t stop!”

“I know, baby… come on… come on my fingers… show me just how much I’m better than your idiotic boyfriend.” and there my walls coated his fingers, loud whimpers and moans left my mouth as I covered his hand with my juices.

“yeah! like that…” he smirked and pumped his fingers inside my pussy a few more times, before taking them out and bringing them into his mouth. he licked them clean while he looked at me, enjoying the sight of me all needy and almost helpless on the bed.

“I can’t hold back anymore.” he said as he sat up and set his hands on his belt, beginning to undo it. I was excited I might have let out another moan just at the sight of him freeing himself and he couldn’t help but notice it.

he hurried to take his pants off as soon as the leather belt left his jeans’ loops. theo pulled them down letting me see his huge erection pressing against the fabric of his black boxers.

“please…” I whined.

“I know, I know…” my eyes widened and my eyebrows lifted as I saw theo pulling his underwear down, it meeting his pants at his ankles. his cock stood so perfectly, throbbing and almost screaming to get inside of me.

none of us wanted to waste any further time, in fact, he immediately pulled my shorts and panties off in one quick move, allowing him to have a full view of my cunt. he lined up against me and thrust hard, not even leaving me a moment to get adjusted to his size — which was way bigger than my boyfriend’s. as he pumped inside of me we both finished to undress each other, eventually leaving us completely bare and exposed. he brought my legs above his shoulders and laid them there, his hands on them to keep them steady. I gripped the sheets, twisting them and pulling them as theo hit perfectly my g-spot.

“does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” he panted as he ran his hand through his brown hair, keeping it away from his forehead and the drops of sweat that were creating.

I knew my boyfriend had never had me like this. never. he was so incapable and goofy, that he put himself in the first place not even worrying about making me come. theo was being so damn good… I felt his big dick filling me so well, his cock head teasing my cervix. it was the best sensation I had ever felt.

“no…” I panted grabbing his arms and pulling him down on me so I could hold onto his shoulders. my nails dug deep into his skin, probably leaving a few scratches here and there, and making him groan in pain and satisfaction.

“I know… yet he gets this pretty pussy all to himself, mh?”

he was going so damn fast as if he wanted to prove to me he was better than my boyfriend, as if he had joined a competition, as if he wanted to claim me as his and remove the memory of my boyfriend from my mind.

all I could do was let out a strangled chuckle, very similar to a whimper. I know I was close.

“theo… I’m… yes! just like that!” theo chuckled at my moans, he enjoyed being shamelessly praised by me and he knew how good he was in bed.

“let me come inside you, please… don’t make me pull out…” he sounded like he was whimpering so I realized he was getting as close as me. I couldn’t think of any other answer beyond a simple “yes”, even if I knew he wasn’t wearing a condom and I wasn’t on birth control.

as soon as I permitted him, I felt his pace quickening — if that was even possible — and he bit my shoulder, burying his face in the crook of my neck. in a matter of seconds I felt his hot seed spilling inside of me, coating my insides and slightly dripping out of my folds and onto the bed. he came groaning into my ear, which only turned me on more and made me come right after him. our breathings were unsteady and rapid and I felt him slowing down, his cock’s tip gradually leaving my g-spot to pull out.

he kissed my neck, his eyes still shut while mine were lidded and my eyebrows curved in an upside-down frown of pleasure and vulnerability. his lips leisurely went up to kiss my jaw, then went up further and find mine to capture in a lazy, yet passionate, kiss.

his hand grabbed my hip and then rested on my lower belly, caressing my skin. “you drive me incredibly crazy…” he whispered between kisses.

“come to me every time he doesn’t treat you right and I’ll show you just how a real man can appreciate such a beautiful woman like you.”oh theo… what have you done to me?

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alex-died-again · 10 months ago

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"why didn't you tell me?"

Theodore nott x reader

You and Theodore had been best friends since childhood. You only lived a couple houses down but you guys spent almost every night together. You guys had always stayed close, even after you guys started going to Hogwarts, Theo never left your side. You guys always knew there was a little bit of a crush between you two but nothing had ever happened

But then after his mom died during 6th year, he changed. You tried to be there for him but he wouldn't let you. He started ditching you more and more, he would avoid you at all cost. After weeks of getting treated like this, you were sitting in the common room talking to draco.

“Why has he been treating me like this?” you asked draco with a little bit of sadness in your voice. “Look… I'm not supposed to tell you this but… Theo’s in love with you and he doesn't know how to tell you… and when his mother died she told him that she always thought you too would end up together and she was sad that she wouldn't get to see you guys together.”. After a really long pause of silence, all you could say was “why couldn't he just tell me that?” and all draco could say was “i'm not sure” you guys had talked for a couple more hours and then both decided to go to bed.

A week later you had gone down to the black lake for a party with the slytherins and the hufflepuffs. You didn't go to very many parties, but with theo acting weird you decided that some change is what you need.

When you got to the party the first thing you saw was Theo standing in the corner of the party, drinking with mattheo. He spotted you from across the yard and went wide eyed. You didn't want to give him a reaction so you just rolled your eyes and walked over to the drinks. After getting a drink, you walked over to where everyone was dancing and started dancing with everyone.

A couple hours later, and after lots of drinks, everyone had left and gone back to their dorms. You sat at the edge of the lake, drunk and sad. You heard someone walking up behind you and saw theo standing there. “get up, it's past midnight. I'll walk you to your dorm.” he said with a cold look in his eyes. “I'm not going anywhere with you,” you said looking back at the lake. “No, I'm not leaving you here,” he said. “Why? Why do you care?” you said standing up. “What… why wouldn't i?” he asked with a bit of attitude. “You've been ignoring me for weeks, you've been treating me like shit teddy” you said looking at him. “I talked to draco… why didn't you tell me?” He looked at you with a blank stare and said “i don't know..” with a hurt voice.

“ Teddy… if i would have known that you felt that way… if i knew that you cared that much about me, i would have fought for you… for us” you said to him. “I'm sorry, I just didn't think that you would feel that way about me” he said looking down. “Teddy…” you said gently, placing your hand on his cheek. “You could have told me… I've been in love with you since we were little.”

“I love you, cara mia” he said looking at you.

“I love you too, teddy” you said reaching up to his lips and kissing him.

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #slytherin boys #theo nott #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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uniquedinosaurdreamland · 1 year ago

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Lionesses x Reader

-Spiderman and Cinderella-

Cute little start to a maybe series xx

Lionesses x Reader, Lionesses x R!Children!

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Your whole life was flipped upside down at sixteen. You were on your way to become an amazing football player, playing the the U17’s Lionesses as well as in the Liverpool Academy and were deemed one of the best upcoming players. But It all went down hill when one night at a party you got drunk, slept with a guy and before you knew it, you were standing in a bathroom with a positive pregnancy test staring right back at you.

Conversation after conversation followed with family, friends and staff about what to do next. You had managed to contact the boy from that night only to get ghosted and to find out he had left town the next week with his family.

You support system was made up of the best people in your life, being there with you through everything even when learning that it wasn’t just one baby but two. Nine months later your beautiful twins were born, Theo Luka Y/L/N coming out first followed by his sister Maisie Luna Y/LN. Your heart was full from the moment your babies were placed into your arms and you knew you would give them the world and more.

Nobody expected you to return back to football but just four months later your were back in the academy, juggling school, football and your twins but in the end you made it work. Now fast forward three years with your two bundles of joy now being three years old you were on your way to your first senior call up for the England National team.

You were the last to arrive at St George's Park due to having two bubbly, energy filled toddlers who refused to wear anything beside a Spiderman costume for Theo and a Cinderella dress for Maisie. Arriving just in time for dinner, you left your bags as you were notified someone would take up to your room that only held you and the twins.

There was no time to be nervous when entering the dining hall, having two of the most extroverted toddlers ever they didn’t waste anytime in rushing through the doors and towards the food. Taking no notice of the many eyes that snapped to the two toddlers, like always in their own little worlds.

“Slow down guys, I will get your food. Be patient please.” You ran in after them, smiling apologetically at the chef who didn’t know what to do with two kids babbling at him in a toddler language he couldn’t quite understand.

“You got some energetic kids there.” You turned around to the voice of Sarina, smiling as she pulled you into a hug before bending down to the twins levels. “Hi, my name is Sarina. What are your names?”

Maisie and Theo looked up at you simultaneously, making sure to give them a small nod to tell Sarina their names. “Spiderman” Sarina let out a laugh at Theo’s answer.

“Well nice to meet you Spiderman, and I am guessing you are a princess.” Sarina turned to Maisie after shaking Theo’s hand gently.

“I am Cinderella.” Maisie said poking out her chest in pride, you couldn’t help but smile as your new coach stood a curtsied to Maisie, the toddler letting out her tiny giggles that never failed to melt your heart.

Sarina stood with you as you grabbed plates and filled them with food you knew Theo and Maisie would like, lucky for you they were absolutely angles when it came to eating, when they were younger both of them even ate dog food for you childhood dog that was set out at your parents home.

“Two hands.” Placing the tray carefully into Maisie’s hand. Unbeknownst to you Leah and Lucy had stood from their respective tables and made their way towards the group of you.

“Need a little help there mister?” Leah bent down grabbing the tray from Theo’s hands to her own as he saw the young boy struggling. “You wanna come sit with me, I’m Leah.” Theo once again looked warily at the blonde stranger reaching behind him to tug you shirt, causing you to turn around.

“Hi.” You couldn’t help but be awestruck at the two world class defenders in front of you, managing only a small greeting.

“Hi, I’m Leah I can take this little guy to come sit with me.” The blonde greeted showing off her trademark smile.

“Oh god, you really don’t have to.” You said shaking your head knowing Theo was in his most energetic mood and he was eating his dinner which meant he was very messy.

“Mummy I want to go.” You looked down surprise at Theo.

“Okay then off you go, I want all the veggies gone when I come check.” Not another word was uttered from your three year old as he happily took Leah’s hand as she led him to her table that sat Keira, Georgia, Beth, Jordan and Katie. You didn’t even notice Maisie was already sat at a table with Lucy, Rachel, Millie, Mary and Alex.

“What just happened?” You said to no one in particular, Sarina laughing and patting your back.

“You got free babysitting, just go with it.” Sarina smiled before making her way back to the staff tables.

You didn’t have to worry about where to sit cause as soon as you turned around from grabbing your plate the loud voice of Ella Toone rang out calling you over to sit down at a table that held herself, Alessia, Lotte, Esme, Lauren and Chloe. Your nerves shattered away as you fell into a comfortable conversation with the group of girls, not taking any note to the conversations your twins were having with some of Englands best.

“Is your Mummy good at football?” Rachel asked Maisie who was stuffing her face with food, sat comfortably in her chair that had four cushions stacked to keep her in level with the table.

“My Mummy is the best, she gets all the balls in the net.” Maisie smiled at Rachel who she had now named Ra-Ra, the three year old having a nick for coming up with nicknames for people with names she deemed to hard or long to say.

“She sounds pretty good.” Millie smiled at the little girl across the table.

Back at the table Theo was sitting in he was telling a long story about how he was going to be the best football player ever. “What position?” Keira asked the boy, who thought about his answer for a sec.

“Keeper like Jordan Pickford and Mary Earps.” Theo replied with a big smile on his face.

“Yo, Mary you’ve got a future keeper here, says he wants to be like you and Pickford.” Georgia yelled to the table Mary was sitting at, she caught Theo’s eye giving him a big smile and thumbs up.

“Theo what happened to becoming a striker like your mum.” You said to Theo having caught wind of the conversation that was happening across the room.

“Keepers at the unseen hero’s of the game.” You jaw dropped as the three keepers around the room cheered at your son’s words.

“Who told you that? also your veggies better be done.” Your son’s face dropped from his sly smirk into a annoyed face as he looked down at the broccoli and carrots on his plate that you knew for a fact he did like but just didn’t eat it straight away to annoy you.

Having lost track of the time as everyone sat and talked you looked down at your phone to see it was the just about time to put the twins to bed, knowing they were bound to crash soon you knew it was time to get them to bed.

What you hadn’t expected to see when you stood up to grab the two toddlers were both of them fast asleep Theo in the arms of Beth and Maisie asleep in the lap of Millie, looking tiny in comparison to the brick wall.

“It will never seize to amaze me how they always fall asleep with everyone else but me.” You smiled at Beth who gently passed Theo into your arms.

“You’ll be back down right we are all just hanging out down in the team room.” Leah asked before you could step away from the table.

“As soon as these two are settled I will be back, by the looks of things I will be back very quickly.” You smiled at the table walked over to the other table where Maisie was cured into Millie’s chest.

“I can bring her up.” Millie immediately offered, making your heart melt at the kindness from all these women just on your first night.

Soon enough with Theo in your arms, Maisie in Millies as well as Rachel tagging along for the ride you made it up to your room without any toddlers waking up. “Was it hard to come back from giving birth?” The question came out of no where from Millie as you placed Theo into bed.

“I though about not doing football and just giving up all together, I was sixteen, still in school with twins it was almost impossible to do it. But football is everything to me and I really wanted to come back and I knew if I worked hard enough I could make it my career. It was hard, but even getting this call up makes it feel all worth it.” Millie and Rachel nodded along to your words as you placed both twins on one of the beds, making sure to set up a baby monitor in case they woke up.

“They’ll be fine in there?” Rachel asked.

“They’ve had a long day i’ll be very surprised if they wake up before I come back to the room, they somehow always wake up when they feel my presence come back.”

Coming back to one of the team common room everyone was sitting around in their different groups. You decided to join a group of the younger girls who were playing a game of uno.

“I’ll deal you in.” Alessia said smiling up and giving you seven cards to play the game.

You were able to play about two rounds with Niamh taking the win for one round while you took the win for the other. Most of the girls also had a big travel day so everyone headed to bed early including you, waving goodnight to Esme and Lauren who took the room beside you. You quickly entered the room quickly checking on the twins, getting ready for bed and falling straight asleep.

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Alone

ship: Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader type: angst/fluff word count: 2,6k words warnings: mentions of racist parents, awful parent child relationship, talk of war and Death Eaters summary: Y/N and Theo are childhood friends, when she receives a howler from her mother that breaks her, he is there for her. (I'll blame @azrielscrown for her amazing Theo stories and hence making me want to write about him, and also @moonlightazriel for the tiktok videos she sent me hahaha)

It is quiet. So very quiet. All of a sudden everyone stops talking. There aren’t even any hushed whispers. Nothing.

It is so quite that one could hear a needle drop.

So quiet that even the mice in the smallest nooks and corners of the castle could hear your mother’s voice blaring out of the howler that has just unfolded itself in front of you. Its tongue poking out, the howler spats the exact same words your mother shouted into it in your family manor.

The words drip with venom. Disdain and disappointment lace every spoken syllable.

Your blood runs cold, your chin quivering, as you watch and listen in absolute shock. Your whole body has gone rigid, you don't even dare turn to glance around, not wanting to see the either mocking or pitiful looks of your school mates.

How would she know? How does she know? And why is she so mad?

It was just a school project, not your decision to spend time with him. You had to spend time with Harry Potter — it was for a Potions project, preparing a recipe, trying it out and then presenting it in class. It was project where you were assigned partners. A project where you were forced to spend time together. And even if you don't hate Harry, you would not have chosen to do the project. But you had no choice.

'The shame you brought upon this family by being sorted into Hufflepuff.'

There is a pause, and it is so long, so dreadful, so painful, and you just hope the letter won’t continue talking. Maybe it is over and the letter will just rip itself into shreds — the same shreds your heart has been ripped into when the letter started howling.

Or maybe a hole in the ground will open, and swallow you wholly? A ghost will appear and take you with him? A giant will crash both you and the letter?

But your prayers are ignored. Of course they are…

'And now, now you are doing partner work with him? Spending your free afternoons with him? What comes next? Dating a Muggle? Marrying one?'

'Y/N Y/L/N, in this house I allow none of that!'

Your best friend slides her hand into your cold one, squeezing it tightly. She is the purest and kindest soul Hufflepuff house has ever seen and in this very moment you are more grateful to have her than ever before. She somehow grounds you, stops your body from shaking or convulsing fully.

'I am deeply disappointed. So very much. What you do to this family, the shame you bring upon us.'

That’s how the letter ends. No well wishes, no goodbye, no I love you, no motherly love. Nothing.

You are shocked, sad, embarrassed — feeling too much. Too many emotions. Your heart can’t take them, can’t deal with them all at once and you know you have to leave, get away, escape. Cry. And be alone.

You need to get out of the Great Hall. And that right now.

You know your friends want to support you, comfort you, but sometimes you just need to be alone.

Your voice sounds choked, throat constricted, as you climb over the bench, the howler still in pieces on the table.

"I am sorry, I need to be alone now." You run, weaving your way through the pupils crowded in the Great Hall and the corridors outside. Tears start to burn behind your eyes, clouding your vision and your throat starts to burn.

You run, run until your feet ache, slumping down on the ground, sliding down the ball. And then the damn breaks. Hot, burning tears rolling down your cheeks, as one ragged sob after the other leaves you.

It hurts so much, growing up in a family like this. It is so painful. Your mother's words, laced with venom, still reverberate through your mind, loud and awful, filling every fibre of your being. A cool shiver makes its way down your spine, making you shiver.

You draw in a deep inhale, your breathing shaky, lower lip quivering. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the wall, replaying every single word she said to you.

The eerie silence of the corridor and your calm sobs are suddenly interrupted by the faint echo of footsteps nearing. You have no time to make guesses who it could be, finding you sitting behind a corner, back pressed against the wall to almost become invisible.

"Are you…alright?"

It is strange seeing him like this. He is always so confident, so cocky, arrogant, silver-tongued. And not so…reserved, and at a loss for words. Your desperate state has probably shocked him, you think, trying to hold his gaze, but the tears are coming back again.

"I am…fine," you croak, the lie in your voice louder than the Howler you received earlier.

Theo breathes out a cold chuckle. "That was the worst lie I've ever heard, Y/N."

His voice is flat, his expression stoic. He just looks at you, his normally confident demeanour nowhere in sight. "And I thought you Hufflepuffs are those goody-two-shoes who never lie."

You watch how the corner of his mouth tips upwards, but only shortly. He quickly presses his lips in a thin line, something he has always done when thinking deeply. A crease appears on his forehead, eyes solely focused on you.

You have known Theo basically since the day you were born. He is two months older than you, both of you coming from noble pureblood families, your father's had once been good friends, are still probably, but you don't really know. When you were placed in Hufflepuff…things changed.

Also the friendship with Theo changed. He got distanced, you did too. Being friends with him was somehow no longer possible, and still isn't. You are not rude towards each other, he also always stayed out when the Slytherins mocked you and your housemates, but he has also never sought you out to spend time with you…and neither did you.

You have been growing apart and this is alright — some friendships are not forever. Or at least that is what you always tell yourself.

"I…I just had to get out."

He nods, slowly, and in understanding. "I always come here when I want to be alone."

"Yes, that is why I am here, I want to be alone." You hope he gets the memo…that you want to be alone. Fully alone.

Not deigning him another look, you bury your face in your hands again, knees pulled up to your chest. It is not in your nature to be rude to anyone, but…

"I know I should probably leave…" But he moves closer.

"I heard what the howler said and I don’t really want to—"

"Everyone heard what the Howler said." A humourless chuckle escapes you and you lift your head. Theo is already looking at you, his eyes, meeting your red and puffy ones. Pain flashes in his eyes, bright and stark and you feel yourself shiver.

He nods slowly, almost like he wants to tell you it is not the truth, hoping it will ease the pain and discomfort a little, but he says nothing. And that for a long moment. Until—

He closes the distance between the two of you, claiming the spot on the ground beside you.

"I am sorry," he says, stretching out his long legs and leaning his head against the stone wall behind him. "I am so sorry for what she said and that everyone had to hear."

"It is not your fault, you don't have to apologise." You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him.

His eyes are filled with concern. You can still feel the embarrassment, the way the entire hall had turned to watch as the red envelope exploded in a blaze of your mother's fury and rage. Everyone became witness to your misery…

You swallow hard, trying to push the memory aside, but it lingers like an illness that just won't get better.

"Y/N," Theo says, his voice softer than what you are used to. "I can't believe she sent you this letter…"

"Howler," you correct him, wearing a forced smile.

The corner of his mouth curls up, and he casually runs a hand through his hair. "Indeed, a Howler, you smartass."

You chuckle, and playfully nudge him with your elbow. But then you shake your head, take a deep breath and shrug."You know how she is. Always expecting more, always disappointed in me."

Theo reaches out, his hand brushing gently against yours. He does not take your hand into his, just rests it next to yours on the ground, your pinkies touching. "You don't have to listen to her, Y/N. You're so much more than what she thinks of you."

You draw in a shaky breath, thankful about his presence.

Funny, you think. You would not have thought that exactly his presence would bring you so much comfort now. You had wanted to be alone just moments before, but talking to him feels somehow good. "Thank you," you say.

He smiles. "Of course." But he does not look away, keeps holding your gaze, his hand shifting the tiniest bit, his pinkie finger now placed on top of yours.

The dimly lit sconces cast eerie flickers of light upon the stone walls, and also on you two. His lashes look longer in this light, casting shadows across his cheeks, his eyes looking so much deeper. And soon you realise you are staring at him.

It feels like he leans closer, but you could also be mistaken.. And yet, his presence wraps around you, like a gentle embrace or a warm winter coat. And, with his voice barely above a whisper, Theo says. "You deserve so much better than this."

Tears glisten in your eyes once more. His gaze is intense, filled with an emotion you have not really seen on him before. "Thank you for being here for me."

"I am your friend, of course I am."

Your expression must have given you away.

He huffs, and lowers his chin to his chest. "Well, at least I hope we are still friends…"

For a long moment silence stretches out between you because first of all, you did not expect that statement and secondly, you don't know how to answer.

Are you really friends? Still?

You’ve doubted it in the past years, you’ve never talked to each other, unless you had to do so in class. You’ve never spent time together. This is not what you would call a friendship.

"I don't know, are we?" you answer honestly, and a small smile appears on his face. "I can't blame you for not considering me your friend anymore…"

It is still strange seeing him like this. He has never been like this…so vulnerable somehow.

"I know I should have been here for you so much more in these past years."

This is not at all what you expected, and it confuses you greatly. Is he blaming himself for not being here? You also did not reach out to him, you did not seek him out, and you are in different houses.

"There is no blame on you!" Your voice is stronger, firmer, wanting him to see that it is absolute bullshit that he is talking. "Why would you say something like this?"

He shrugs. "I am…" He does not continue, only draws in a deep inhale, and leans his head against the wall. His eyes close for a moment.

There has always been a connection between you, a connection that is still somehow there, even though you might no longer be friends. The kind of friends you once used to be.

You also lean back against the wall, your own eyes closing, his finger still touching yours. It is such a tiny gesture, but you feel it everywhere. Feel him so strongly.

Theo breaks the silence, his voice quieter when he says. "Y/N, I want you to know...I've always cared about you more than just a friend."

Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes, turn your head and look up at him, your eyes meeting his gaze. "Theo..."

"I know it's complicated," he continues, his hand now flipping yours over and taking it into his. "I can't pretend anymore. And seriously, if Draco or Blaise would see me like that right now…stumbling over my own words, they would call me the biggest fool on this planet, but I need you to know…"

He groans almost like in frustration, and squeezes your hand.

"In Salazar's name, why is this so fucking hard?" A chuckle escapes him, but you only look at him, not sure if you are ready for his confession.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I have been for the longest time."

Your breath catches in your throat, and a mixture of emotions swirls within you, a whirlwind starting for a whole new reason now. "Theo, I..." You hesitate, not sure what to say.

He smiles and shakes his head. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know. And if you ever need someone to talk to, to be there for you, I'll always be here, I want you to know this."

This is a side of him, you think, only you know. And only you know since this very moment. He has never been like this before, he is not like that to others and it makes your chest warm from the inside.

Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time they're not tears of sadness — they’re tears of happiness and comfort. Without thinking you throw your arms around Theo and hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you, Theo. I... I really care about you too. I want you to know this."

He holds you close, his hand gently rubbing your back. "What happened today, and what is maybe about to come…we'll get through this together. You are not alone in this. I know you have your Hufflepuff friends, but you also have me."

He holds you tightly, and for as long as it takes the pain of the former happenings to ease. The weight of the howler and your mother's hurtful words begins to fade, replaced by the knowledge that you have someone who cares deeply for you by your side. His words and his confession were like balm to your soul, and they make you smile, even when you thought you wouldn't be smiling much this day.

"I am really glad to have you back in my life."

He smiles, a genuine and adorable smile that makes your heart flutter. "I have always been in your life. Maybe we weren't that close, but our bond has always been there."

You nod, and draw in a deep inhale. "You are right."

When more pupils file into the corridors, you know lessons are probably soon about to start. You give his hand a final squeeze and slowly get up. "I'll see you later, Theo."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take care, Y/N. I'll see you for lunch?"

You nod, a smile on your lips and his eyes momentarily dip to them.

With one last smile, you turn and head toward the Hufflepuff common room, your heart lighter. You know you can talk to him about the issues in your family, and he will listen, because he understands. Understands the pure blood nobility and problems. And maybe, just maybe, there is also a chance for something more between the two of you in the future. He, after all, already confessed his love for you.

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