#because who else has even been around theo enough to start ‘forgetting’ about his past other than liam like .

[lesbiradshaw]

theo & liam + conversations about trust throughout season 6

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: alternative universe, witness protection program, mentions of abuse, marshal Theo, roommates (kind of) ♞Words: 4261 ♞Prompt: stuck together for a long time + “you’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.” (for anon)

ao3

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a second chance at love

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“Fuck.” Stiles slams the door shut behind him and averts his eyes, almost dropping the two large cups of coffee he just bought from the coffee down the street. “Warn a guy, would you?” It’s too early to run into Theo wearing awfully tight boxer briefs, looking way too good to handle sprawled on the couch. The past four months have been an exhausting endeavor, and he’s really glad that Theo’s boss decided they should pose as roommates instead of a couple. Stiles would’ve rather drowned himself in the large lake behind the bungalow.

Theo chuckles. “I just woke up.” 

“Sweatpants, Raeken. Sweatpants.” Stiles rubs his eyebrow with an exasperated sigh before carefully returning his attention to the other man. It’s only then that he notices the ball of fluff on his thigh, watching him closely. What? Stiles blinks. “Is that a cat?”

Theo stretches languidly. “Yup.” 

“Why is there a cat?” 

As if it understood Stiles, the kitten hops off Theo’s thigh and strolls across the room and directly towards him. It’s adorable. Meowing, the cat brushes around his leg, even going so far as to rub its little head against his shin. 

Stiles crouches down, carefully balancing the coffee with one hand, and lifts the little thing with his other. “Is it yours?” he asks, walking towards the kitchen island. 

Shaking his head, Theo sits up. “Nope.” He stretches again, his tight fucking shirt riding up just enough to expose a tanned line of abs. There is a reason Stiles does not follow Theo down the lake when he’s going for a swim. “I found her under the porch last night.” He shrugs, and the smile on his lips is far too beautiful to handle. “Thought you might like the fluffy company.” 

The kitten meows. 

Stiles wrenches his gaze away from Theo and crooks his arm to offer the cat a more comfortable position. “Well,” he says slowly, watching as the little thing curls against him, “it’s certainly better than the sweatpant-less company I have right now.” Swallowing, Stiles scratches the kitten’s head. He has to lean against the kitchen aisle as she purrs softly, closing her bright green eyes. Stiles doesn’t really remember the last time something so small felt safe around him. Then again, even people twice his size have never felt safe around him because they knew who he was— who he still is married to. 

“You’re such a prude,” Theo says around a yawn. A few weeks ago, the guy wouldn’t have even been awake at this ungodly hour. Now, he’s joining Stiles before he’s finished making breakfast. In return, he gets a fresh cup of coffee with a dash of sugar-free oat milk and nothing else. 

Stiles rolls his eyes. “I just prefer to have breakfast without your dick being too present.” The words are not even fully out of his mouth when he starts to regret them. That is an extremely poor choice of words. 

Unsurprisingly, Theo smirks. “Is my dick bothering you?”  

“The only dick bothering me is standing next to the couch,” Stiles mutters, returning his attention to the kitten in his arms. That way, he hopefully can forget about Theo being infuriatingly handsome. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He can’t even believe his body decided to be attracted to the next best hot person showing him the bare minimum of kindness barely a month after his last bruise finally healed. Besides, Stiles is in Witness Protection. There’s probably a law against hooking up with your assigned marshal — and he doesn’t want to risk losing Theo. Because Theo does him a world of good without even realizing it. Their daily banter manages to unwind a lot of the bullshit Donovan put into his head for almost ten years. Theo doesn’t magically fix him, but he makes everything a lot more bearable, and that’s something Stiles can’t give back. 

Sighing, Theo raises his hands in mock defeat. “Fine, I’ll get my sweatpants.” 

“And brush your teeth.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Stiles scowls, but Theo salutes him with the biggest grin. It’s impossible not to smile — and if Theo’s exclamation of victory makes Stiles’ heart skip a beat, nobody has to know but him; and perhaps the kitten watching him with bright green eyes. 

— — — 

Stiles drops the grocery bag on the counter with an indignant huff. This was one of the worst shipping trips he’s ever had to endure. Maybe because he’s never been yelled at by an elderly woman for daring to grab the last flour package — probably because of the type of bodyguards that usually followed him around. People used to think twice to even looking at him. 

Scrunching up his face, Stiles shoots Theo a look. “Thanks for nothing, by the way.” He pulls the cat snacks out of the bag with a shake of his head. It’s not that he expected Theo to jump the woman, but it would have been nice if he hadn’t watched him from the other end of the aisle while laughing his ass off. Sure, Stiles is twenty-five, and he probably should know how to defend himself against an old woman. However, he hasn’t been alone outside, much less been allowed to talk to people since he started dating Donovan almost ten years ago. His social skills aren’t exactly the best; especially not when it comes to handling any sort of conflict. Donovan used to deal with that, and Stiles is more than aware that his methods weren’t exactly socially acceptable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess,” Theo drawls back, dropping the other three bags on the ground. “I’m being paid to protect you from your soon-to-be ex-husband and his buddies… not little old ladies.” 

Huffing, Stile shakes the bag of snacks. “You’re the worst bodyguard ever.” 

“I didn’t expect you to be overwhelmed by someone’s angry grandmother.” Theo leans against the counter, smirking his stupidly handsome smirk. 

Stiles purses his lips. “I’ve never been treated like this is all.” 

A couple of raised brows now accompany the smirk. Theo crosses his arms, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Right, you’re more used to being treated like—“ 

“Shut up.” Stiles slams his free hand down on the counter, startling himself with his reaction. He’s made sure to bury his anger very deep to protect himself. He’s made sure not to show any weakness either, but Stiles can’t deny the tears stinging in his eyes. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” Nobody knew. Nobody ever noticed — or maybe they were simply looking the other way because why should Stiles be treated better than they were? To the public, they looked like the perfect couple. Donovan made sure of that. Things were very different behind closed doors. 

Theo furrows his brows. “I didn’t mean—“ 

“Just—“ Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. “Just forget I said anything.” He pushes away from the counter. “It’s your turn to make dinner, by the way.” Shaking the bag of treats again in hopes to draw Agatha out, he walks towards the stairs. “Try not to burn the water this time.” 

If the sudden change in topic jars Theo, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he chuckles and raps his fingers against the counter. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, aren’t you?” 

Even though Stiles wants to be mad at Theo and leave the house to mope somewhere on his own, his body makes it very much impossible to do so. “Never,” Stiles calls over his shoulder, unable to stop the grin from tugging on the corners of his mouth. All of this would be so much easier if Theo were less attractive and especially less charming. But alas. 

“So, I’m just going to put away the groceries all by myself and make dinner?” Theo asks, and his deep scowl is very much audible in his tone. “You’re the worst roommate.” 

Agatha meows at him from the top of the stairs, stretching her small body with a yawn. Smiling, Stiles scoops her into his arms. “Glad to be of service.” He sits down on the top stair, plopping Agatha on his lap, who promptly lies down. He always wanted a pet. It’s the one thing Donovan refused to give him. Probably so he’d stay the only soul Stiles would be attached to — or maybe he was worried a dog might start fighting back when Stiles would not. 

“Are you kidding me?” Theo asks, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Well,” Stiles drawls, scratching Agatha behind her ears, “you know the rules.” Smiling down at the little kitten, he watches her paw at the bag of snacks in his hand. “You do not move if you are used as a pillow.” Especially not if it’s an adorable tiny ball of fluff. Not even being married to someone like Donovan turned him into a complete monster. 

Theo studies him for a while in silence. Eventually, he smiles and grabs one of the grocery bags. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

Stiles can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Out of all people, his marshal should be the last person to make him blush, but Theo makes it impossible not to be infatuated with him. “So, you don’t mind if I chill with Agatha while you’re doing—“ he gestures in the general direction of the kitchen island “— all of that?” If Stiles hadn’t cooked for them the last four days, mostly because Theo cannot cook for shit, and he kind of hopes he’ll opt for take-out tonight — he’d feel a little bad to let him do everything. Well, then again, all Theo has to do is admit that he cannot cook instead of insisting the pasta disaster was merely an accident. Because it clearly wasn’t. Theo might be able to kill people in multiple different ways, but he’s hopeless in the kitchen. 

Muttering something under his breath, Theo dumps the contents of the three bags quite unceremoniously on the kitchen counter. 

“I’m sorry?” Stiles holds a snack out for Agatha to try. “I didn’t quite catch that.” 

Theo huffs, “I didn’t say anything.” 

When Agatha nibbles on the snack, Stiles looks up again. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce.” It’s a lie. He’s very much aware of what Theo’s issue is — his pride. The guy is never going to admit that he can’t cook. No way. Especially not in front of Stiles. Theo would rather order food and pretend that he cooked it than tell him he’s unable to prepare a basic pasta dish. 

For a second, Theo looks like he’s ready to chuck the box of eggs at him. He places them on the counter instead and cocks his head. “What’s your name again?”

Touché. “You know, you could just admit you can’t cook.” 

“I can cook!”

“I’m just saying.” Stiles runs a finger through Agatha’s fur, smiling when she purrs at the affection. “There’s no shame in ordering food.” 

“No,” Theo insists, opening the fridge aggressively. The poor guy does have a really fragile ego. “I can cook. I’m going to cook. We’re going to have a great dinner. Just wait.” 

Chuckling, Stiles raises to his feet, cradling Agatha in his arms. “Call me when you need anything.” Or when the house burns down. But Stiles isn’t going to say that out loud. He’s bruised Theo’s ego easily enough. It probably shouldn’t be this easy to find someone’s weakness and exploit it, yet it’s something that comes a little too easy — and being an asshole usually distracts people from Stiles’ weaknesses. 

Before rounding the corner to go to his bedroom, Stiles watches Theo hurry around the kitchen. His heart aches. He should know better than to fall for the first guy who has shown him some decency — especially if said guy is the marshal assigned to him in this witness protection program. It’s pathetic, really. Stiles smiles and vanishes into his bedroom. 

———

Two hours later, Theo mopes while eating pizza out of a box. 

———

Stiles can’t tell what wakes him first; Agatha’s soft meowing or the creaking of his door. He does, however, know which of the two sounds makes his hand move to the knife under his bed. His fingers curl around the hard handle. His heart slams against his ribs — but the footsteps entering his room do not belong to Donovan. Furrowing his brows, Stiles opens his eyes. “Theo?” That’s not exactly normal. They’ve never entered each other’s bedrooms without knocking, especially not in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” He pushes himself up in his bed, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

Theo doesn’t reply. Parts of his face are hidden in the shadows, making his expressions hard to read. 

Finding him standing there silently in the darkness is much more unnerving than Stiles thought it would be. He swallows around the lump in his throat and switches his bedside table lamp on. “Theo?” Stiles asks, furrowing his brows. “Are you okay?” 

Slowly, Theo nods and gestures towards his bed. “May I sit?” 

Under different circumstances, Stiles would have never allowed Theo to sit on his bed wearing nothing but his boxer briefs — apparently, this guy is still wholly unaware of what running around basically naked does to Stiles — but he needs to know what happened. So he nods. “Yeah… sure.” Stiles licks his lips, gaze flicking to Agatha who raises her little head. “What’s going on?” 

Theo pets the kitten before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. “You were right.” 

“That happens more often than you’d think,” Stiles remarks, quirking a brow and trying very hard to ignore the fact Theo is sitting on his bed in his boxer briefs. “So, you have to be more specific.” 

A smile is tugging at the corner of Theo’s mouth, but he’s shaking his head. He lets out a breath and rubs his left eyebrow. His blue eyes dart from Stiles to his hands and when he looks at him again, his expression has darkened. “About Donovan.” Theo presses his mouth into a thin line. “He came for you.” 

Stiles shudders despite the warm temperatures outside. Something in Theo’s tone makes it abundantly clear that Donovan did not come to reunite with his lost lover. “Did they…” It’s almost impossible to wrap his head around. Donovan. Ever so elusive Donovan ran right into a trap. Stiles cannot believe he fell into it. Then again, his ego has always been his biggest weakness. “Did they get him?” Because that’s the biggest question. Just because Donovan ran into the trap doesn’t mean he didn’t get out again. He has a way to slip away when you think there’s no way he can. 

Theo nods. “He’s been transported to jail already.” 

For some reason, Stiles expected to be exhilarated about news like this. Donovan being caught was supposed to be the best news of his life. Yet he feels… nothing. He’s not relieved. He’s not happy. It’s just a chapter of his life that’s closed. Stiles curls his hands into fists. But it’s not done. This is far from over. 

It’s never going to be over. 

Theo licks his lips and then places his hand on Stiles’. The touch is soft, lingering almost, and it makes him feel so much more than Donovan being captured does. 

Biting his bottom lip, Stiles turns his hand a little, and his heart slams into his chest when Theo’s finger intertwined with his own. “It’s over,” Theo tells him, his voice so soft Stiles barely catches it over his heart beating in his chest. “Stiles, you are—“ 

“It’s not over,” Stiles replies, pulling his hand away, and curling his arms around himself. “It’s never going to be over for me.” Even if Donovan will end up behind bars, Stiles still has to live with the fact that Donovan killed his father and closest friends, and that those who were still alive have turned their back instead of helping him. Even if that wasn’t the case, he still has to carry ten years' worth of trauma around with him. 

Theo places a hand on his knee. “I’m here.” 

“Theo…” Stiles trails off and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. It’s clear he means well, Stiles is very aware of that, but hearing Theo say stuff like this only reminds Stiles of the expiration date on this accommodation. Eventually, Theo is going to move on and Stiles will stay behind in this fucking house until he’s fully picked himself up off the floor and can become himself again — or rather, whoever he was supposed to become without Donovan. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” It’s stupid to explain because Theo is here doing a job, and Stiles feel for the character he has to play for it. 

Furrowing his brows, Theo scoots a bit higher on the bed and turns to look at him. “I read the files.”

“Not everything he did is in those files.” There is so much more Stiles never talked about because he was scared and ashamed and didn’t want people to look at him differently; people who didn’t even ask if he’s been a victim too. They only cared about Stiles being able to put a stop to one of the most dangerous criminals currently active in the US. He was just the husband who wanted out. They didn’t need a reason. Not really. 

Theo’s expression darkens. It’s not anger per se, but he is still angry enough to make Stiles feel icky. “What did he do to you?” 

Stiles’ heart aches at his words. To you. Maybe it’s obvious Stiles was referring to himself, maybe Stiles is so used to Donovan’s disinterest that the bare minimum sounds like a lot. Stiles hooks his fingers into the blanket. “It doesn’t matter.”

Theo stares at him. “It matters to you.”

“Don’t—“

“He hurt you, didn’t he?” Theo reaches for his hand again. His fingers are as soft as his voice, but his grip is persistent. “If he did—“ 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Don’t make me talk about it. Stiles can’t bear the thought of Theo looking at him any differently when he was the one who made him feel so extremely normal for the first in a long time. Stiles stares at their hands. Part of him wants to pull away, the other part can’t bring himself to let this warmth slip away. He bites his bottom lip harder and tightens his grip on Theo’s fingers. “I can’t face him. I can’t do this.” Stiles always promised himself to get closure. He wanted to appear strong and unbothered, wanted to look Donovan in the eye when he told him he’d make him pay for everything he did to him. Now, thinking about even having to look at him, much less be in the same room with him makes him feel sick to the stomach. 

“Hey, hey.” Theo gets up from the bed, and for a long, agonizing second, Stiles thinks he’s about to leave. Instead, Theo slips under the covers next to him. “There’s time to prepare yourself.” He lets go of Stiles’ hand and wraps an arm around him. 

Falling for Theo has been already easy, but curling into him is the easiest thing he’s ever done. Stiles slips down, leaning his head against Theo’s chest. The heartbeat of another person has always calmed him. It meant they were alive and so is he. “Do I have to identify him?” 

“Probably not.” Theo’s fingers brush through his hair. “We all know who he is.” 

Stiles hums and closes his eyes. Even if Donovan could not see him, looking at him is not something he feels able to do. “I want to make him pay,” Stiles whispers, curling his fingers in Theo’s shirt. “But what if I can’t? What if I’m too weak?” 

“You’re not,” Theo tells him, still running his fingers through Stiles’ hair like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and maybe, it is. At least for them. His thumb brushes over the shell of his ear, hand gliding down to the nape of his neck. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for… you wouldn’t be here otherwise.” His thumb gently presses against the underside of his jaw. 

Stiles pulls away and sits up again, but Theo’s hand never leaves him. He cups his cheek instead, and Stiles finds himself leaning into it, sighing softly. 

“Besides,” Theo whispers with a soft smile, “you have me now.”

That’s when Stiles forces himself to pull away. “For a little while.” 

“No.” Something in Theo’s voice makes Stiles look at him again. There is something hard in his expression, not anger strictly. It seems more like determination. Theo has never been this hard to read as he is now. “For as long as you’ll have me.” 

Stiles licks his lips, gaze flicking down to Theo’s mouth and back up again. Don’t be an idiot. He shakes his head, more to himself than those words that make his heart flutter and hurt at the same time, and looks at his fingers curled into the bedsheets.

Chuckling, Theo adjusts his grip a little and tilts Stiles’ head back. They lock eyes. For a painfully long moment, Theo doesn’t say anything, just looks at him like he’s searching for something. “You’re strong,” he insists, but his voice softens impossibly when he continues, “exceptionally stubborn… and cute.”

Cute. 

Even though Stiles feels heat rush into his cheeks, he draws his brows together in a failed attempt to look offended. 

“To be honest,” Theo continues, tracing an invisible line with his thumb, “you’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.” 

“What?” Stiles barks out a laugh, too stunned to process what Theo just said. 

Theo taps his cheek gently with his fingertip. “Fall Out Boy?” 

“Oh, excuse me, Mr. Classic Rock,” Stiles retorts shoving Theo’s shoulder lightly. “Just because your music is from the Stoneage doesn’t mean you have any ground to judge.” The audacity of this guy. Seriously. 

Theo huffs out a breath, but there’s a smirk tugging on his features. “As I said, you’re lucky you are cute.” 

Stiles bites his bottom lip. “Don’t say stuff like that.” 

“Why not?” Theo reaches for him again, fingertips ghosting over Stiles’ jaw. 

Despite himself, Stiles allows the touch yet again, mulling over the right way to answer this question. His words should be everything Stiles could have ever wanted, especially since he has feelings for him. But he can’t say that. “Because I’m scared.” It’s not the best answer, but it’s the closest he can get to the truth. 

“Of me?” Theo sounds almost hurt by the question, and he looks scared of the answer. 

Stiles swallows. “Of falling in love,” he whispers. It’s such a stupid thing to say, especially since he’s already fallen down the rabbit hole. Still, it feels reasonable. The last time he loved someone, it ruined his life, and that of the people he cared about… it broke him. 

For a moment, Theo is quiet. “I can’t promise you I’m perfect,” he says, turning his head with a small smile as Agatha makes her way over to him. “But I’d never hurt you. Ever.” It’s a promise he shouldn’t make because it’s one he cannot keep. “Not like he hurt you.” 

Stiles doesn’t reply. Donovan promised not to hurt him either, and when he started doing it, he blamed it on Stiles, told him he didn’t want to hurt him, and he wouldn’t have to if Stiles just behaved. Not once did Donovan explain what bothered him so much. After a while, Stiles assumed it was being alive. Biting the inside of his cheek, he reaches over and scratches Agatha’s head. She curls into a ball on Theo’s lap, purring softly. It’s almost like she’s trying to make a point. 

Theo brushes his fingers against Stiles’ arm, pulling his hand away when Stiles does the same. “Do you want me to leave?” He doesn’t look at him, but he doesn’t have to. His voice already shows how much it would pain him to walk away right now. 

It would hurt Stiles too. He shakes his head, slowly at first and then more insistently. “No. Stay.” 

Carefully, Theo lifts Athena off his lap and lies down. He locks eyes with Stiles, an eyebrow raised in question. He’s so very careful about making sure Stiles agrees with everything that’s happening at this very moment. 

And he does. He does. 

Stiles slips under the covers as well and curls against Theo, smiling when the other man pulls him close and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“If he ever hurts you again,” Theo whispers into his hair, “I’m going to kill him.” For a heartbeat, he is silent, almost as if he’s considering if he should continue. Then, after a soft sigh, he says, “I’m going to kill him regardless.”  

It’s not an option. Theo shouldn’t even think about that as an option. But despite not wanting any more blood on his hand than he already has, Theo’s words wrap around him like a soft cocoon. A world without Donovan wouldn’t magically erase the shit he went through and how they impact him. It would make him feel much safer though — as safe as he’s safe here, in Theo’s arms. 

Stiles closes his eyes, allowing himself this second chance at love. 

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 3 Peter Hale

Paring - Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings - smut finally

Part 1. Part 2

You drove straight to Derek’s, still feeling a little shaken up after what Theo had done. Outside Peters Shelby wasn’t there, you didn’t know if you were happy or sad not to see it. When you got inside to your surprise Peter was there sat reading his book. He’d actually agreed to car pool with you.

 

Stiles and Liam both cheered as you walk in, Stiles calling you a good luck charm after the win today. How you managed to get coach to listen to your ideas. For the next few hours you all laughed, talked, drank and ate.

 

It was at this point, Derek being one of the closest to you noticed your neck. “what happened” he said, Peter now in his feet coming over to see. You explain about Theo’s threat and how he tried to strangle you.

 

“I’m gonna kill the little runt” Peter said heading for the door. You grabbed his arm, stopping him.

 

“don’t, Stiles’ dad’s took him, Coach is having him expelled and if he’s stupid enough to back at me then you all have my permission to kill him. But for now can we just forget about it” you say to him. Peter clenches his jaw but agrees he’ll leave Theo to sheriff Stilinski for now.

You watch Peter return to his book as Lydia pulls you to one side asking to talk. Stepping away to a more private part of the loft you wait to see what’s wrong. “what’s going on with you and Peter?” she asks outright.

 

You blush “nothing, what do you mean?” you say coyly. Maybe you needed to tone down your stirring at the handsome wolf.

 

“I seen him today at the game, his arms around you before fighting with Theo. Are you two dating now?” she asks a little concerned.

 

Shaking your head no “that was to wind up Theo. Peters version of leave her alone I think, not like it worked” you told her, not really sure why Peter had started on Theo the way he did. “and besides even if I did like Peter, I don’t think he likes me like that”. You say looking down not letting her see the sadness you felt.

 

“oh, I doubt that. The way he is around you, looks at you. I think Peter likes you, I’ve always thought that especially after you saved him” she says.

 

You wished it was true but knew differently, you’d kissed him wanted more he told you no. “No, I think Peter just likes the game, I know he wouldn’t want me like that” you say hoping to end the conversation.

 

Lydia eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t question it. She looks over at Peter who watches y/n out the corner of his eye like he’d always done. She was going to ask him but knew Peter would never tell her the truth.

 

Peter sat just watching everyone else, what he always did when Scott used the loft for after games celebration. It was only pack members but for Peter it was still way too many.

 

He glanced over to y/n now she’d finished her chat with Lydia, he was about to gain your attention until Liam got it first asking her to dance. To Peter’s annoyance you agreed, going over to dance with him, Lydia, Stiles and Malia.

 

Peter growled watching as they young pups hands tried to move down your body. He found himself thinking how dare Liam touch what’s his, even if you wasn’t, its all Peter truly wanted. He hated even more you hadn’t stopped it. That you just moved slightly so he wasn’t touching anymore still laughing and dancing.

 

For the third time Liam’s hand come inches away from your ass. This time you decide not to move out of his way, nope you decide to see Peter’s reaction. Your eyes lock with his, he’s stirring with a snarl. You wink at him hoping to push him to come over do or say something but he doesn’t.  He gets up and walked to his old room. You sigh Peter hadn’t got jealous.

 

With Peter gone and the song finished you went to find something to drink. Everyone turned seeing the loft door open, Cory walked in scanning the room. Mason was happy to see about to give him a hug but Cory walked past him straight to Scott, his eyes flicking to you.

 

“Theo’s been arrested and he thinks Peter is up to something. He says Peters an alpha and y/n’s in danger” Cory blurted out. You sigh, it wouldn’t take Theo long to spill Peters secret.

 

Everyone looks at you, taking one or two breaths trying to keep your heart beat stable. “is this true” Scott asked.

 

“not as far as I know” you say hoping the wolfs wouldn’t notice the lie. After being with Theo you learned how to control some tell-tale signs of lying. “Theo has been arrested for trying to kill me” you tell Corey showing him your neck. So now he’s using lies, he knows I’m living in Peters and trying to find a way to turn you lot against him. Peter wouldn’t hurt me, in fact Peters been more respectful in the last two weeks than Theo has in two years. So what ever he’s told you Cory ignore it, I would.” You say hoping the rest believe you.

 

Derek agrees “y/n right Peter would never hurt her, yes he’d hurt a lot of people but I don’t think he’d do anything to her” he says knowing his uncles not so secret feelings for y/n. Although the Peter being an alpha was something Derek wasn’t sure about, it’s possible but surely he’d know.

 

Peter walks down the stairs “what have I meant to done now” he smirks. He’s eyes meet yours a small head tilt and smile tells you he’d heard what you said.

 

“Theo thinks your an alpha”  Scott says eyeing up Peter, arms folded, more or less asking the question without words.

 

“if I was Scott, you’d be dead” Peter jokes knowing they wouldn’t question it more. “anyway I’m ready to head home, y/n shall we your my lift” add.  You nod saying your goodbyes.

 

Once in the car Peter seemed quiet lost in his own thoughts. “thanks” he said eventually.

 

“what for?”  you asked not sure what he was thanking you for.

 

“keeping my secret. You didn’t have to lie for me but you did so thank you” he said.

 

You smiled, you had promised you’d keep his secret and did. Even if Theo knew the truth you still wouldn’t rat Peter out. “I keep my promises, I’m a good girl like that” you say.

 

Peter laughs but doesn’t look up at you. “I’m sorry Theo outed you” you say. Peter just shrugs it wasn’t your fault.

 

“sorry he tried to strangle you” he said, thinking he was party to blame for pushing Theo. Also making a mental note to kill him next time he saw him. You smile back saying wasn’t his fault.

Back at the penthouse you walk in the door, as soon as it shuts you take your t-shirt off, showing of your sports bra. Dumping the top in the washing basket you say to Peter your getting in the shower. Giving him a full view of your body hoping after today he’d still be in a touchy mood.

 

Peter headed straight to his whiskey cabinet. His mixed feeling were getting the better of him, ten minutes ago he was jealous then seeing you lie for him made him love you so much more. And then your mini show for him then left almost nothing to his imagination.

 

 He downed his drink refilling it, tonight he was going put an end to this dam game once and for all. No matter what you decide he was done playing.

 

You come down after your shower in short pyjama shorts and top. You didn’t miss the way Peters eyes widened as you walk past swaying your hips.

 

You watch Peter, he seems off you’d noticed it since the game ended. You smirk a thought coming to your head a way get what you want and cheer him up.

 

You open the fridge, getting out a bottle of juice, choosing not to have alcohol so he can’t say your drunk this time. You stretch up high reaching for one of the glasses on the taller shelf, making little noises to get his attention. Once you have the glass you smile giving him a small wink but he didn’t smile back. He turns his head away.

 

You sigh, filling the glass you walk to where he’s sat, sitting on the arm of the chair. “you know sour wolf is Derek’s nickname. This kind of pouting doesn’t look good on you” you say, swinging your legs over his, one foot resting on the top of his thigh, your toes dangerously close to his package.

 

“what are you doing y/n” he asks, unsure what else to do with his mixed feelings right now.

 

“I’m hoping to put a smile on your face, plus I owe you a thank you for coming to the game today” you say moving your toes a little to tease him.

 

He sighed keeping his face straight “I think you should stop y/n” he tone was stern.

 

You look at him confused, the first night from the bar flashing back at you. Maybe you worry wasn’t for nothing, maybe he really didn’t want you.

 

“Trying to find a way to cheer you up, do you really want me to stop. Peter.” You say nudging your foot over his cock.

 

Peter grabbed your foot, “y/n stop, I can’t do this anymore” he said looking you in the eye. Seeing your smile fade he went on to explain. “I can’t play this game we’ve been playing. I thought I could but I can’t.” He says low

 

You didn’t speak, just watch as he runs his hand though his hair, thinking about what he wanted to say next “I can’t handle your looks, touches the way you act like you want me. I can’t handle you falling asleep on my knee and I certainly can’t handle carrying you to bed and it not being mine. Ever since we kissed that night after the bar, all I think about is how much I want you, how you should be mine. How foolish I was acting like the good guy, pushing you away say no because you were drunk and upset, when I should have been the selfish bad guy”

 

He’s words were cut off when you grab him, smashing your lips with his. He was surprised by your action and didn’t move, just closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you on his lips.

 

You pull back biting back a smile “good, I don’t think I could of handled it any more too, I was hoping you would have said something sooner” you say. This time Peter kisses you, this one more passionate but still light and closed mouthed.

 

His hand slides up the outside of your leg finding your hip. “I promised you I wouldn’t sweetheart, that night I gave you a choice, if you still wanted me in the morning I’d take you to bed, or promise I’d never bring it up” he laughed as his fingers traces circles on your hips.

 

You giggle, almost forgetting he’d said that “then take me to bed Alpha” you playfully order.

 

Peter had other ideas, he pulled you off the arm of the chair onto his lap. Kissing and nipping at you neck “thought you’d never ask” he said flashing his eyes red, scooping you do he can stand with you still in place.

 

You playfully slap him before kissing and biting his jawline and neck. He carries you up the stairs to his room, finally getting the girl he’d wished for and this time he wasn’t going to let you slip away. Peter laid you on his bed gently, leaning over you stirring deep into your eyes “you definitely want this sweetheart?” he asked once last time. You didn’t answer with words. Capturing his lips on yours pulling him closer for more.

 

Peter grabbed the hem of your vest top, slowly sliding it up, his lips following the material until he reached your boobs. He nips and kisses the parts of your boos that isn’t hidden by your black lace bra as he pulls your top off completely.

 

“Peter” you moan. He smiles at you as he comes back for another fast, hungry passionate kiss. He didn’t care how much you beg, he was going to take his time. He was going to make sure you never wanted anyone else but him after tonight.

 

You watched Peter when he broke the kiss apart, pulling his own shirt over his head. You look over his chest, taking in every line, curve and  ripple that makes him. Leaning up on your elbows to get a better, fuller view of him as he started to undo his jeans.

 

You bit your lip, as he slowly slid them off tossing the behind him. He smirked “like what you see” he chuckled before sliding his hand up your legs pulling down your shorts leaving you in your underwear. This time it was Peters turn to admire you, his eyes raked up and down your body “beautiful” he said coming to kiss you.

 

Your hands went to his chest, trailing around his neck, as you pull the hair at the back of his head. Arching your back so he can unclasp your bra he throws it the away like he did his jeans. He leans back to look at you again before kissing your boob his and playing with the other one.

 

Running your hands across his shoulders, digging your nails in as he bites on your nipple rolling the hardened bud in his teeth. You could already feel how hard Peter is, his member pressing against the top of your thigh. You moved your hips to grind against him.

 

Peter took it as a hint, he gently let his fingers down your stomach, sending goose bumps over your skin. He rubbed your covered core making you moan, under his touch. He smiled feeling how wet you were for him, how your body reacted to him. His kisses follow the same path his hand had stopping just above your pantie line. He pulls them down not taking his eyes from yours.

 

He only looks away when there off and he kisses his way up your legs biting your inner thighs. You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair as he licks along clit. You hum and whine as he teases you with his tongue, wanting and needing more. “quit teasing please Peter” you say.

 

“only because you said please”  he chuckles, sliding a finger in you. Your hips buckle as he wastes no time finding the spots that make you cry his name. It wasn’t long before he adds a second. He let’s them explore you, taking in the places that make you moan and cry for him. Before bringing his tongue too your clit to increase the pleasure you felt.

 

Peter knew you were close and didn’t let up swapping his mouth for his thick thumb. “cum for me sweetheart, I want to see you come apart for me” he practically sang. Before you knew it you were pushed over the end, clenching around his fingers, screaming a mix of ‘oh god and Peter’

 

Peter brought his fingers to his lips humming as he licked your cum from them. Leaning over you he kisses you, you feel his tip at your entrance. He let’s it roll along your swollen lips and cups your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long sweetheart” he says lining himself up.

 

He slowly enters you, feeling bigger than you imagined filling and stretching you in the most amazing way. The growl he makes, almost animalistic once he’s deep as he can go. “fuck me Peter” you cry, you didn’t have to ask twice, for him to start moving.

 

Peter was anything but gentle and you loved it. His thrusts were hard and sharp, hitting spots and places you didn’t know existed. You wasn’t gentle too, if Peter didn’t heal, your own scratch marks would have been visible tomorrow.

 

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could he. You whine a little as Peter pulls out but before you could moan any words. He flips you over so your now on your hands, entering you again with one fast hard thrust. Once he was settled inside you, he pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands on your boobs kissing your neck, all you could do was reach up to grab his hair.

 

You moan his name loving the new position your in. He bucks his hips sending a new pleasure though you.  Trying to turn your head, a new wave of arousal filled your stomach seeing him, sweaty, sexy and those bright red eyes. “Peter, make me yours, bite me” you moan out on the verge of your next orgasm. “make me your little wolf, alpha”  you beg. His growl mixed with his dick hitting your g-spot sent you hurling into your orgasm.

 

Your walls clenching around him as he feels you cum on his dick, mixed with your words send Peter over the edge. His thrusts get sloppy but he doesn’t let up, the sound of you begging he let’s his teeth scratch lightly over your neck but resists the urge to sink then in as he cums deep inside you. “your amazing” he whispers, not caring if you heard or not as he slips out of you.

 

You fall on the bed, out of breath, worn out. Peter hands you a drink before pulling you into his arms. Kissing your head

 

**

You laid naked in Peters bed, his arms around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head as you made little soft murmurs in your sleep. He was still stunned last night actually happened, that you’d chosen him, asked and begged for him. He hoped it wasn’t a one time thing. He also hadn’t forgotten your high on sex driven request of becoming his beta, butting and turning her. He wasn’t gonna lie, the thought passed his mind. He almost caved as you clenched around him begging to be his, his little wolf.

 

Peter didn’t do it, almost for the same reason he didn’t sleep with you the first night you entered his penthouse. He worried you’d regret it the next day and hate him for it. He decided he would bring it up again in a few days see how you felt then

 

He smiles as your started to wake, “morning sweetheart” he says, bring his lips close to yours, kind of testing if it was a one night stand for you. To his delight you lean up kissing him. “breakfast? He asked.

 

You shook your head no holding him tighter “I don’t wanna move or you to move, I’m comfy like this” you say. Peter smirks letting himself settle. You stayed there almost an hour, sharing hugs and kisses before you had to get up to go the bathroom. Peter kisses you heading down the kitchen in his boxers.

 

You take a second to take in how yummy his ass looked in the tight silk. When you go down Peter had you a coffee ready. He wanted to bring up what last night meant, if it meant as much to you as it did to him.

 

After breakfast he’d mentally asked you 10 different ways all sounds as bad as the one before. “what’s on your mind?” you ask him noticing him stirring into space.

 

“did you mean what you about wanting to be mine?”  he asked out right, there was no other way to say it.

 

You pull yourself onto his lap looking him deep in the eyes “yes I meant it, I meant it all. I want to be with you, be your little wolf I want you peter” you say before kissing him.

 

He smiles a full happy, and slightly relieved smile. “good it’s all I want too” he says kissing your neck. He promised to bite you on the next full moon but until then you were happy just to be his girlfriend. “you know both Scott’s and Theo’s pack won’t be happy if I turn you” he joked.

 

You kiss him again, “I don’t care what they think,  I want it and I’m happy with you” you say reassuring him. You smirk “buyt until we find a way to tell them it can be our newest secret”

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

theodore raeken: missing persons

( okay so i kinda had an idea ,, and then went through the whole teen wolf timeline to see if it would work ,, so here it is !!

theo’s backstory !! it started off way more messy headcannon format & then it got kinda a real story vibe ,, def thinking about making it an ao3 one shot eventually )

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TW: very sad & hurt my feelings

don't imagine:

eight year old theo raeken...

who sleeps at his best friend scott mccall's house almost every single night, stiles is almost always there too.

theo and his friends where they all watch movies together until ungodly hours of the morning. stiles loved star wars, theo will never forget that. they had gone as luke, han and chewy for halloween that previous year. melissa went as leia. scott has always been more of a indiana jones fan himself. theo would watch either, anywhere where harrison ford was theo didn't mind being.

in this little trio, who were all raised in the mccall house, where they were given eveything they needed. sometimes when theo thought about her, when he needed to remember the good things in life. he never quite knew how she managed. expecially with scott's dad who floated in and out of the picture.

yet, it always was melissa who gave scott extra lunches to take to school because theo and his sister, who were often forgotten by their parents usually were left to fend for themselves and a fourteen year old girl rarely had the funds or mind to give a growing boy a nutritious lunch. these packed lunches always with the crust off because that's the way theo liked it. melissa always remembered.

theo had three favorite places: scott's bedroom, the corner next to his bed where theo's blow up mattress was. the bridge in which tara and he crossed everyday on their way back to raekens from school. his final place was actually beacon hills elementary.

theo always liked school. theo was good at school. he didn't realize this until mellisa had pointed out an exceptional report card. he didn't think it was much of anything to be proud of.

he liked recognizing big words from english class and novels that would help him when his mom watched jeopardy. she would watch the show every night. sitting in a daze in the raekens dark living room. not paying much mine to the eight year old, until he started blurting out the answers to her favorite show. she beamed at him. he loved his mother's smile, she had the same dimples as tara.

so yeah, when a seventeen year old theo raeken spent months filing the names of anyone ever involved in the mccall pack, current members, deceased and ones that just fell out of beacon hills. he remebered some names.

theo raeken grew up in beacon hills, and beacon hill wasn't to big of a town.

theo rembered issac lahey a quiet boy who had been in his thrid grade class, jackson whittemore who was a grade older than them and everyone knew him because he was was offered a spot on the middle school lacross team, he knew erica reyes who he rembered for her epilepsy and it made him hate himself a little less for being the king of the heart condition, he even remebered names like derek hale- who was in the same grade as tara. theo even rembered the name malia tate as she was small girl who did go to beacon hills elementary, who was always startled and always walked a bit faster than everyone else through the halls. or even lydia martin, a girl stiles had a crush on. she talked to theo a lot, lydia used to call him teddy, he didn't know when it started but he let her do it purely to spite the fact that lydia gave theo a nickname and never bothered to acknowledge stiles.

theo rembered all of them, i mean for years of his life all he had to rely on was his memory to make sure it was real.

though during the line memories turned bitter and he was left with the sour taste of resentment.

so it was weird to think despite it all, that year was one of theo's best. he never felt like he belonged. sure he had scott and stiles before but gaining friendship & being labeled as an "inseparable trio" by the sheriff station deputies, whenever they rang havoc through their office made theo's mouth crack a toothy grin. he felt like he had a family.

that was until the air started getting colder in beacon hills. theo started hearing the voices. though, even so much later in life he never could quite pin point how it started, like his brain couldn't truly decipher what was going on. some of it felt like dream, though the dreams and the thoughts. sometimes they didn't feel like his own and made him so scared he would leave the day feeling nauseous.

though this all came in spurts. his birthday was that november, and that was magical. he spent the weekend with stiles and scott, theo's mom actually made the point to bring the three of them bowling. the boys pitched in on buying theo a big millennium falcon lego set because he was always doing things with his hands, something he picked up not being so most athletic of the bunch. they also got him big poster of han solo just to spite him. he blushed and yelled at them for stupid gifts but they knew by the smile on his face he loved them.

he loved so much because despite the fact that they were poking fun at him ever so lightly, they were good natured and they held thought. they really thought about theo enough to know what he liked. he never had that before.

so the voices started getting louder again around christmas time. it was weird for theo, the happiest time of the year filled him with such excessive dread. it didn't feel right. theo's life changed that month.

then one day scott and stiles get sit down because something tragic happened. tara raeken is dead. the details are fuzzy and they don't really understand how, seeing as these boys are just in fourth grade. they are horrified, it's one of the only other times they've experienced death besides with stiles mom. though claudia stilinksi was sick, sometimes sick people die. learning about tara left a bad taste in their mouth. she was young.

they try and call, bike past is his house. they don't hear from him. they go to her funeral, scott and stiles, high on anxiety attached to their parents just trying to sneak a peak of where their best friends may be. he's gone, that's the conclusion they come to, he's gone. they don't know how it could have happened, they just know that he isn't there. why wouldn't he be there?

they try and talk to the raekens but haunted by their daughters death, they paid less attention to theo than before. they barley give them a straight answer, melissa explains what grief can do to a family and not to blame them but is equally suspicious.

just take a minute to think, while scott and stiles are scared and searching for their best friend, theo raeken, barley nine years old is given a heart transplant. alone in a dark and cold sewer hidden deep under beacon hills, horrified and a failure, that's what the dread doctors tell him. a boy who keeps quiet, does what needs to be done and has to survive. doing absolutely everything he can to be kept around, the second he heals (which theo recognizes is abnormally fast) the doctors are straight out of beacon hills.

the doctors eventually find his parents too, who leave beacon hills, he doesn't exactly know what happened to them. he doesn't everything he can not to think about the possibilities. he hopes he has a chance, survival instincts flourish but the ideal of living isn't quite the same as surviving.

one day, the doctors inform him he has absolutely nothing to go back to, he figured this he just be didn't think they would actually tell him. they never told him much.

they are far away from beacon hills- much farther than he assumed. he has no sister, and his parents are gone.

he is alone, and he is finding out that now, he has one more secret to hide. the poor boy has claw and fangs and often thinks about using them to rip himself apart, i mean he deserves it right? he just watched his sister die, to go down with the last living part of her, his own heart.

while theo is expecting his fate, stiles and scott and stuck in months of confusion. missing posters of the boys face are strung up everywhere they can reach, once his parents are gone. they know they need to do everything they can.

mellisa feels like she's been punched in the gut, so she helps her boys. she calls every hospital in the county, and then she starts reaching out to some of the bigger hospitals in the state. spreading word of a missing nine year old like wildfire. she spends nights after her shift arguing with noah stilinksi, he has been looking to. he tries to bargain logic with her.

"yeah it's strange he never said goodbye, he wasnt at the funeral- it's weird, yes, but his parents left too. their daughter just died melissa. maybe they didn't want to stay."

melissa knows, yeah that makes sense. theo had to of just moved with the raekens but something about it doesn't feel like it makes sense.

he would have said goodbye to her. she knows it.

other people in beacon hills were actually thinking the same thing, something wasn’t quite making sense.

those other people being some who can sense unrest in supernatural frequencies. a family who makes it their business to monitor the supernatural. the hales.

though, talia hales supernatural concerns didn't often revolve around fourteen year old girls who drown, shes curious. the girl, was in dereks grade. the mother in her falters but it doesn't get strange until the police reports reveal the fact that the girls heart was gone, she was found. gaping chest wound, lying in the river.

so she starts to suspect somethings wrong. she's seen the raekens case, something about it doesn't make sense. sure, the death of a teenage girl is overwhelmingly tragic but there isn't much to investigate. though talk of the raekens is getting loud, she comes to find out this is because of the raekens youngest, who was nowhere to be seen days before the funeral.

she knows the hunters are back in beacon hills. so wonders if the two correlate. so she starts asking questions.

talia, with her daughter in tow see two boys standing outside the sheriffs station, stopping people when they walk in to show they a poster. it's theo raekens missing poster, though there isn't much official about it. it seems like the sheriffs department couldn't issue anything official, so as she walks up to the boys seemed to have made dozens of copies themselves. there information seems formal enough.

she catches their anxiety heighten as talia hands the poster over to laura who stands behind her.

the taller one raises a brow, "have you seen him anywhere miss?"

she smiles, "miss hale- you can call me talia though. this is my daughter laura. we haven't seen your friend but we'd like to help..."

the taller boy nods, "well, i'm scott. that's stiles. how could you help?"

talia hale lies easily, "i've heard about what happened to the raekens and it sparked my concern. i have a friend, local sheriffs station who is awfully good with the police dogs. if you have anything that your friend owned i might be able to call i'm a favor."

a few days later, stiles had found her in the same spot as last time with a small black sweater. she smiled and told him she would do her best to help these two boys. not sure if her intrest in the case was supernatural based or because she didn't want these boys, who smelled like anxiety and exhaustion to fall down the hole of loss themselves. she wasn't sure where investigating theo’s disappearance themselves would leave them, she didn't want them getting caught up in the supernatural spiderweb of beacon hills.

though, talia hale looses scent and momentum on the case. literally and metaphorically. she finds herself near some suspicious tunnels, leading right under beacon hills but scent falls short. she's frustrated, and the time since his disappearance is lengthening but her families needs become increasingly concerning.

she's listens, she likes to know what's going on. so when she hears her sixteen year old whispering a bit more with her kid brother she raises suspicion. she doesn't trust peter like she used to, not after getting involved with the desert wolf.

paige dies months after that, dereks heartbroken and talia is trying to put together pieces of a story that turned her babies eyes blue. to young. beacon hills doesn't quite understand how another student is dead, with no previous medical history. this, the death of paige she knows is supernatural.

kate argent moves to town and in months, the hale house is burned to the ground. inside, theo raekens black sweater. tucked away in a room, where news clippings and missing posters caught fire the fastest.

so with no surprise, another tragedy is unleashed and it's the talk of the town. memory of theo starts to fade, like most things do in beacon hills. it's not anybodies fault but it still stings. though, theo million miles away hasn't felt much of anything latley.

it's been a little over a year. he hasn't cried in the past three months. he won't let himself. nobody is going to find him. he isn't going to het out. so he puts up his walls, as many as he can. he just has to stay alive a little bit longer. make something worth taras sacrifice. they had started to kill off more of the chimeras, more of their science experiments. he can't get killed, he can't do that to tara.

theo was always a fast learner. theo always liked school. theo was good at school. this wasnt exactly the same as math class at beacon hills elementary but he was picking up skills quickly. theo didn't quite recognize himself after that year. he wasn't that same boy, and that had to suite him just fine. he never had much of a choice in this. he just chose to try and keep her heart beating for as long as he could.

so theo raeken adjusted, he had to.

[official-weasley]

Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 2

WARNINGS: bad parenting, Bill being awkward, Fred, George and Charlie being the best siblings 🤭

Chapter 2 - Bill's Surprise

“Did you pack your books?”

“What books?” Theodora asked her mother, puzzled.

“For school.” Mrs. Cork sighed.

“Why would I need my school books for the summer?” Theodora frowned. “I am coming back home before the school year starts.”

“It wouldn’t hurt you to revise a little.” Mrs. Cork crossed her arms on her chest.

“Mum, I’m doing fine at school.” Theodora tried hard not to roll her eyes.

She got 6 O.W.L.s in her fifth year and she passed all her classes with better marks than she expected and her mother was still nagging her. She is comparing her youngest to her eldest too much. Theodora’s brother was the best in his year in every class and he’s getting a promotion at work.

Theodora has been home for 14 days and it’s all her mother talks about. Theodora found out about the promotion before anyone else because Eric wrote to her the second he got the news.

As much as she’s happy for him, that much her mother is getting on her nerves for it. She might be 17 but Mrs. Cork still acts as if she’s 11 and is hoping Theodora might follow her brother’s footsteps or at least go back to her dream when she was a second-year – becoming a Curse Breaker.

Theodora still remembers the conversation she had with her mother last year when she told her that she is not joining Eric in America nor going to work for the Wizarding Bank. She was mustering the courage to tell her she changed her mind for a week before sitting her down and to say that her mother was disappointed in her decision was an understatement.

Theodora knew she isn’t going to support her new career choice but she didn’t care. She found her passion and she is going to follow it. Dad did the same – an inspired Magizoologist trying to write a book about all magical creatures in Asia. And what did her mother do when he told her about his journey? She filed for divorce instead of supporting him.

The only thing Theodora and Eric have of their dad now is his monthly letters and a few pictures per year as their mother doesn't even allow him to visit.

Theodora used to ask herself why Eric didn’t take an Auror job here in England. Why go all the way across the Atlantic? Now that she saw her mother in her true form – being alone with her ever since Eric finished school – she understood that he wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

“You can always do better.” Mrs. Cork pursed her lips, watching her daughter’s every move while she was putting clothes in her trunk.

“I’ll take the books if it’ll make you happy.” Theodora tried her hardest to keep her voice casual.

The last thing she needed was for her mother to change her mind and her being stuck in this house with her because of it.

“Molly will write to me every week to let me know how you are behaving. You be nice while you’re there and don’t you dare step out of line.” Mrs. Cork raised her voice.

“Ok, mum.” Theodora bowed her head.

She couldn’t wait to spend the Summer at the Burrow with her best friends and their siblings. Mrs. Weasley is strict but at least she is a loving mum.

Theodora didn’t even bother to wait and see if her mother is going to hug her. She took the trunk outside, took her jacket off the hanger just in case there would be a chilly summer night, and turned to the door where her mother stood, her arms still crossed on her chest.

If Theodora didn’t know any better, she would say that she was judging her. She hated how her mother watched her every movement and thanked Godric – for what seemed the tenth time this morning – that the twins convinced her to spend the summer at the Burrow.

“Well, bye.” Theodora waved awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

Her mother gave a small nod and after a sigh, Theodora apparated to her summer destination.

—

“What’s wrong?”

The second Theodora appeared in front of the Burrow the twins came out of the house. She was half an hour late and they have been looking through the window, awaiting her arrival.

Fred took her trunk without even asking, taking it inside, while George stayed behind, his hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to answer his question.

“Thank you.” Was all she said, pulling George into a tight hug.

At first, it seemed like a good idea but when she felt her eyes burn, ready to release the tears, she quickly pulled away. She didn’t want to cry in front of him.

She only did so once, when she broke up with her boyfriend last year, and the second a tear ran down her cheek, Fred and George had their wands ready, prepared to hex the hell out of the boy who broke her heart.

“That bad, huh?” George put his hands on her shoulders and lowered his head to look her in the eyes.

“You have no idea.” Theodora shook her head. “She’s insane. No wonder dad left.”

“Whoa, what happened?” Fred said from the doorway. “Did she give you a hard time again?” He frowned.

Theodora only nodded. She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to talk about it.

“Come on, let’s get you in. Mum just made lemonade and we can talk about it in our room.” Fred grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

He swung his hand, inviting her inside. The second she stepped through the door, she started to feel better. The whole house smelled like roast beef and baked potatoes. If her mother allowed her, she would be here all the time and probably only go home when Eric would come to visit from America.

“Theodora, dear. Welcome back!” Before she could take another step Molly welcomed her with one of her famous embraces. “Arthur and I were just discussing this morning when was the last time you were here.”

“The summer after our second year.” Theodora smiled widely.

Mrs. Weasley made her feel so welcomed that she already felt better.

“She was only here once, mum,” Fred added.

“You have to come more often, dear. You might just be the only person to keep these two in line.” Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and looked at the twins.

Theodora giggled upon seeing the irritated expression on Fred and George’s faces.

“Where’s your trunk?” Their mum asked after looking for it on the floor.

“I already took it to our room,” Fred answered for her.

“Your room?” Molly frowned. “Don’t even think about it! Theodora will stay with Ginny.”

“Oh, come on, mum!” George whined. “You know we’re only friends. We’re just going to work,” he bit his tongue at the last second as he forgot that their mum had no idea what the trio had in store for this summer, “on stuff.”

“You know the rules, George.” Molly raised her voice. “She is sleeping in Ginny’s room and that’s final.” With that, she turned on her heel and returned to the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, we’ll sneak you in our room when she goes to sleep,” Fred whispered to Theodora, making her giggle.

Before she could even ask where the others are, she was dragged into the twins’ room.

“We have about three hours before supper and we need your help.” George sat on the floor.

Theodora was surprised he found a spot that wasn’t covered with their products, prototypes, wrappers, or parts.

“What’s on your mind?” Theodora pushed a big box with Boxing Telescopes away so she could sit down next to George.

“We have been trying for days to make the Screaming Yo-yo stop screaming.” Fred sighed and opened the drawer of his desk.

“Isn’t that the point?” Theodora chuckled.

“The yo-yo is supposed to scream when you release it but stop once it’s wrapped up again,” George explained.

“Didn’t we already fix this?” Theodora tried to remember.

They have been working and developing so many new products over the past year that some of them have been a blur for Theodora. She remembers all too well getting punched by one of those telescopes in the box. She remembers how happy they were when their Smoke Pastille finally had the right thickness of the smoke.

With Arthur’s help, without him even knowing about it, they perfected the Electric Shock Shake and she could swear the yo-yo already gave them trouble.

“We fixed the fact that it doesn’t fall apart once you roll it up and down twice.” Fred rubbed his chin.

“But now it doesn’t stop screaming even if one puts it down.” George frowned, now holding one in his hand.

“Can we do a timed Silencing Charm?” Theodora thought out loud.

“Explain,” the twins said together, sitting closer to her.

“Well, we want the yo-yo only to scream once unrolled, right?” They both nodded. “So all we would have to do is put a Silencing Charm on it in a way that it mutes the screaming when the string rolls back up.”

Theodora didn’t know what to make of their faces. Fred was staring at her, his eyes wide open. George’s eyes switched between her and the yo-yo in his hand, forgetting how to close his mouth.

“That’s brilliant.” The twins said in unison.

“So you know how to do it?” Theodora sounded impressed.

“Nah,” George swung his hand, “we’ll ask Bill after dinner. He’s good with Charms.”

“Let me try.” Theodora took the yo-yo out of George’s hand.

She would rather spend an entire night trying to fix the product on her own than work with Bill on it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough around him to pull anything off.

Theodora has been nervous for days now, knowing Bill is coming home. She hated feeling this way but she couldn’t help it either. She kept wondering how Bill looks like now and if he is as sweet as she remembers him being.

Last night, before coming here, she couldn’t stop thinking about him and she tried figuring out why was she so hooked on the eldest Weasley. Was it because he looked so cool in his leather jacket or because he was a Curse Breaker? Was it because he was cute or simply because he was so much older than her?

No matter how much she tried beating her head around it, she couldn’t figure it out, which only made her more nervous.

—

“Blimey, Theo, you did it!” George gasped when they tried spinning the yo-yo for what seemed like the 100th time.

Their ears were hurting and their eyes were burning not taking a break since they started. After trying the Silencing Charm more times they could count and casting it on different parts of the yo-yo, Theodora’s last attempt did the trick.

“Dinner!” They heard Molly shout from downstairs.

Theodora put her hands over her face, trying to close her eyes for a few seconds. She didn’t want to come down looking like a mummy.

“Race you downstairs!” George laughed and hastily opened the door.

“Child,” Fred said with a smile on his face and ran after his brother.

Theodora did the same and they pushed each other on their way down, all trying to get to the kitchen first. Because of Fred’s hand over his face, George didn’t see Theodora move in front of him and he stumbled across her leg and started rolling down the stairs.

Panicking, he grabbed his brother by the shirt and pulled him with him. Fred didn’t want to be the only one falling so he put his hand around Theodora and they landed at the bottom of the stairs as if a bowling ball hit the pins.

One look at one another and they all started laughing. They tried getting up but their legs were somehow tangled and instead of trying harder they only laughed louder.

“Idiots.” A familiar voice made Theodora look up.

“Charlie!” She exclaimed.

Charlie who was leaning on a pillar next to the stairs pushed himself away, took a step closer, and offered Theodora a hand to help her get up.

“I will ask you again, why are you friends with these two?” He asked, pointing at the twins.

“They grew on me.” Theodora shrugged her shoulders playfully before giving Charlie a hug.

“I missed you, Theo. When are you coming to visit me in Romania?” Charlie grinned.

“Back off, Charlie, she’s our friend.” Fred teased his older brother.

“Hi.” The four of them turned around to see Bill standing in the doorway.

Theodora’s heart started beating faster. All her hope that her silly crush on Bill ended was diminished within seconds. She has been mentally preparing to see Bill again, but she was not ready at all for what she was looking at.

Bill’s hair was in a loose ponytail, gracefully falling over his shoulder. He had a fang earring and his left eyebrow was halved. He was wearing a different leather jacket then she remembered, along with black jeans, and were those leather boots?

She opened her mouth to say something but with her heart in her throat she couldn’t even sigh.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Bill said politely.

His gentle smile weakened her knees and suddenly the idea of spending the entire summer alone with her mother didn’t seem that bad. How will she be able to be around him for 2 whole months? She knew herself too well to know she won’t have the strength to do it.

Bill took a step toward her and offered his hand to shake. Theodora shook her head, trying to focus but got confused. Did Bill not remember her?

Her heart sank. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t deny that if that was the case, it hurt. She might not have been at the Burrow for years but is she that unmemorable?

Her palms were sweaty due to how nervous she was, so she wiped them in her jeans before extending her hand at Bill, not knowing what else to do. It’s better she goes along with it, pretending that she doesn’t know who he is either than making a fool out of herself by mocking him how he doesn’t remember her.

Before their hands could come together into a handshake, Fred put his fingers around her wrist, taking her hand away.

“Bill, have you fallen off a pyramid? Don’t you remember Theo?” He looked at his eldest brother with a raised brow.

“Theodora?” Bill sounded astounded.

He blinked at her a few times, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

Theodora looked at the other three Weasley brothers, not knowing what to do or say. Charlie was biting his lip, red in the face trying hard not to burst out laughing. Fred slammed his hand against his forehead and George’s eyes were filling with tears as he too, was trying to keep his mouth closed. If she was completely honest, she had no idea what exactly was happening.

“Hey.” She waved awkwardly at Bill.

“You...you’ve changed,” Bill mumbled, still completely awestruck, realizing the girl he is looking at isn’t 13 anymore.

“Thanks.” Theodora couldn’t get rid of the puzzled expression on her face.

“I...I mean...you...you’re all grown up.” Bill breathed.

He was acting as if it was strange that she is now taller, more developed and her hair is longer. Bill couldn’t believe how much she changed. She was barely a teenager when he last saw her and he remembers how passionate she was about Curse Breaking asking him different questions for days.

He loved answering every single one of them because she reminded him so much of Charlie when he was talking about dragons.

This hairdo was better than the bangs and the bob she had back then. She was cuter with longer hair, beautiful even. Bill tried to remember if she was really the same age as his two younger brothers. Standing next to them, she looked at least two years older than them. She wasn’t a girl anymore, she was a grown-up woman.

Charlie and the twins couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore and were now standing behind Theodora gasping for air. They couldn’t believe Bill didn’t recognize her. The last time Charlie saw her was also that summer that she stayed over but he didn’t have trouble remembering who she was.

“Are you going to say you recognized her at once?” Bill rolled his eyes, annoyed that they were making fun out of him.

“Yes! I don’t know what you were looking at.” Charlie came closer to Bill and put his arm around his shoulder.

“I...” Bill’s jaw dropped, scanning Theodora with his eyes again. “Oh, shut up.”

“I can’t believe you actually wanted to introduce yourself to her.” Fred was clutching at his stomach, still laughing.

“And you used your special charming smile on her too!” George added.

“I did not!” Bill tried defending himself, his face red as a tomato.

“Oh, you totally did.” Charlie joined in on the teasing.

Bill shook his shoulders, making Charlie’s arm fall off them. Why did he decide to spend half of his summer at home was beyond him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, Theodora.” He turned to her, looking embarrassed.

“It’s okay.” She chuckled. “It happens.”

She still didn’t know what to think of it. It can’t be a good thing that he didn’t remember her at all. But then again why should she care, Bill was too cool and too old for her anyway. She is just being silly.

“How did you know who she was?” Bill turned to Charlie.

“She joined the Quidditch team when I was in my seventh year. One of the best Chasers I had a chance to play with.” He grinned at Theodora.

That compliment meant a lot to her. Even though she didn’t plan to pursue Quidditch professionally she still loved the sport and she couldn’t wait for the tournament.

“Oh, Charlie that reminds me...” This was her chance to stir the conversation in a different direction. This whole fiasco has been awkward enough as it was, she didn’t want to be reminded once more that Bill was completely clueless about who she was. “...I apologize for not answering your last letter. I knew you were going to be at the Burrow.”

“No problem, Theo.” Charlie swung his hand, letting her know she shouldn’t worry about it.

“You two send each other letters?” Fred and George said together. “You didn’t tell them?” Charlie giggled.

This was all too amusing to him and just reminded him more how much he missed hanging out with his siblings.

“I thought you knew.” Theodora frowned at the twins. “I open all his letters in front of you every time.”

“You sign your name as Charles when you write to her?” Fred chortled.

“You’re the one who came up with the fire-breathing toffees?” George’s mouth fell open.

They knew all about Theodora’s letters to Charles but since their older brother always signed the letters to them as Charlie, they thought Theodora either had an uncle or a pen pal with the same name.

Bill was the big brother, the one they were supposed to fear, the one who was in charge when mum and dad weren’t home, the one who got mad at them. Charlie was the big brother that secretly sneaked cookies into their room even when mum said that they ate too many already. He was the brother that lied for them when he was still a Prefect at school and never deducted any points because of their shenanigans.

The second George connected the dots, remembering when Theodora gave them the brilliant idea about the fire-breathing toffees and she said that Charlie came up with them, he was beyond surprised.

“Honestly,” George turned his head to his twin, “we should’ve figured that one out.”

Fred simply shrugged in reply. It didn’t matter. Their brother came up with one of the best products they’ve made in months and he kept their idea — of opening a joke shop once they finish school — from mum.

Besides, the twins knew how much talking to Charlie meant to Theodora. Her brother was often on missions, where the letters couldn’t reach him so she was lucky if she got a letter or two per month. Corresponding with Charlie on a weekly basis made her miss her brother less and if that made their best friend’s day better they are willing to share their sibling with her.

“Are you still playing?” Bill turned to Theodora the second they sat down at the table.

“Yeah and hopefully next year as well.” Theodora grinned, happy to see Bill expressing interest in her.

“You should have seen her, Charlie!” Fred said with his mouth full.

“She scored half of the goals at the last game!” George added.

“You showed talent from the start and I was happy I decided to put you on the team,” Charlie said proudly.

“Are you going to play Quidditch after school or are you still interested in Curse Breaking?” Bill asked.

Theodora didn’t know in which direction to turn. She was still blushing from the compliment Charlie gave her but she wanted to talk to Bill more than anyone.

“Why are you asking, William?” Fred said in a mocking voice before Theodora could answer.

“Want her all for yourself in Egypt, huh?” George joined in.

The twins started laughing, George almost suffocating on a piece of potato, when Charlie started whistling and winking at his older brother. Theodora tried not to giggle.

This was all too amusing to her and she couldn’t help but wish that their entire summer would be like this. Hopefully, not teasing Bill as much as he was rather uncomfortable – sitting next to her – but them being together and having fun. This was just what she needed after spending 14 days alone with her mother.

“Can’t I even ask her a question without you being gits?” Bill ran a hand over his face, ready to leave the kitchen.

“Sit back down, William, and eat your dinner.” Molly pointed a fork at her eldest and with a sigh, he sat back down.

“Are you kids excited about the Weasley Quidditch Tournament?” Bill has never been so grateful for his father to speak during dinner.

“Yes!” The twins jumped in their seats.

“Charlie will be our Seeker,” Fred said proudly.

“We’re the Beaters.” George followed.

“Well, Theo has to be one of our Chasers. There’s no arguing about that.” Charlie grinned at Theodora.

“Will you allow Ginny to play, mum?” George turned to his mother, making puppy eyes.

“I suppose so.” Molly sighed. “We’ll all be there to watch, so it’s fine.”

Everyone turned to Ginny, who was quietly playing with a piece of meat on her plate. She looked up when she heard her mum say that she could play and her cheeks turned scarlet. She couldn’t believe it! She’ll be allowed to play at the tournament? Along with all of her brothers?

She started shaking in her seat as Charlie, who was sitting next to her, put his arm around her, giggling to see how excited his little sister was.

“So, Ron’s going to be the Keeper then?” Mr. Weasley questioned.

“Of course, who else!” Ron lifted his head proudly.

Most of the times the Weasley siblings were playing Quidditch in their backyard, Ron played as a Keeper and he was getting rather good at it too. Of course, he couldn’t deny that if Theodora was on the opposite team he would feel too intimidated to play.

He attended most friendly matches and every cup game since his friend Harry made the team and he saw how amazing Theodora is with scoring goals. The Gryffindor team wouldn’t have won the cup this year if it wasn’t for her.

“Brilliant, we just need one more Chaser.” Fred clapped his hands together.

“Are you playing?” Theodora turned to Bill.

“Of course!” Bill blurted out.

He wasn’t planning on it but seeing how excited Theodora was, asking him if he will be on their team, he wanted to join at once. He was a bit rusty and hasn’t used a broom in a long time – exploring tombs and pyramids doesn’t exactly need flying experience.

Suddenly, he was very grateful for coming home earlier and not just for the game as he initially planned. He could use some flying lessons from Charlie and a few hours of practice. Hopefully, Theodora won’t be around while he embarrasses himself on the broom.

But on the second hand, why should he care what she thinks of him?

“Are you sure you’ll be able to play?” Charlie whispered to Bill.

“Yeah, why not?” Bill leaned to him.

“Will you be able to play alongside Theo if you already can’t take your eyes off her?”

At those words, Bill turned his head to his brother, frowning. Charlie winked at him and nodded his head at Theodora.

“Oh, bugger off, will you,” Bill muttered, trying not to look at her again, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyes kept escaping to her for the rest of the evening.

[sprnklersplashes]

theo/robin- “we broke up but I was in an accident and you're still my emergency and you dropped everything to come to the hospital”

also on ao3

He grabs the phone at what he suspects is a second before it stops ringing. After pushing himself off the couch and throwing about five hundred things off the coffee table in search of it. He can feel Moth’s stink eye on him even as he turns and heads into the hall, half-closing the living room door. Not just because he disrupted the organised chaos of their coffee table, but because he violated their ‘no answering the phone during the movie’ rule. He’ll make it up to her, he tells himself. He’ll do the coffee run tomorrow. Even she can’t remain mad after an iced latte.

He hears her pause the movie and thinks maybe he’ll throw in a cupcake too.

“Hello?”  he asks.

“Robin Goodfellow?”

“Yep.” He’s just a little suspicious, because the voice definitely isn’t one he recognises, and hardly anyone has his number, just Moth and a few close friends. It’s a little unusual, but not too much, and certainly not enough to scare him or anything.

“This is Greendale hospital.We’re calling you because you’re the emergency contact for Theo Putnam.”

Apparently, he spoke too soon.

The first part is enough to send a shiver running up his spine. He thankfully doesn’t have too much experience in hospitals, but the word still puts him on edge. His experiences might be few and far between, but he’s smart enough to know that calls from hospitals mean bad news, 99% of the time.

And yet, that’s not even the part he’s focussing on. Instead he’s focussing on the name uttered on the other line. A name that makes him feel like he’s drowning, and flying, and dying all at once, just at the mention of it.

“Theo?” he asks. Slowly, the information begins to come together, clicking like a jigsaw puzzle. Theo. Hospital. Hospital. Theo. Emergency contact. Him. Emergency. Theo in hospital for an emergency. He breathes out steadily, one hand flat against the wall, and swallows past the lump in his throat. “Theo Putnam?”

“Yes.” The operator’s voice is soft, careful, coaxing him to stay calm, and it would work were it not clearly rehearsed. They’re trained to stay calm in any kind of crisis. Robin is yet to learn that. “He was in a motorbike accident. We’ve tried to get ahold of his father, but we’ve been unable to reach him.” 

Robin looks down at his watch. Of course, he thinks. Thursday night. 8pm. If nothing has changed, then Mr Putnam is out in the fields right now, his phone left on the kitchen table because, in his words, ‘it’s too expensive to take out and get lost’. Theo had tried, and failed, to explain to him that the point of a cellphone is for people to reach him whenever they need to. Briefly, he hopes that the hospital doesn’t see Mr Putnam as some neglectful asshole for this.

But there’s more pressing things than Mr Putnam’s reputation.

“Is-is he okay?” He pushes his hair away from his face and pretends not to notice the trembling hand, or how the warmth has fled his skin entirely.

“Yes. We believe there’s nothing fatal. Like I said, he crashed his motorbike and was badly hurt. And since he’s a minor, we need someone to come in and fill out some paperwork for him, and take him home. He’s in no state to drive himself.”

I bet he isn’t. Robin lets out a soft curse and leans against the wall. Now that the worst-case scenario is over, he lets himself think about how much bullshit this all is, and how much of an asshole Theo is because, seriously dude, you didn’t update your emergency contact info? Why was I even there to begin with?

His heart flutters though, just a little, when he thinks about it, and he tries not to hate himself for it.

“Mr Goodfellow?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I-I’ll be right there. Thanks. Bye.” He hangs up before they can say anything else, and lets the dial tone ring in his ear, flood his mind and leave it blank, before springing into action.

And of course, Moth is standing in the doorway when he turns, her grin only growing wider when he jumps.

“Jesus, Moth.”

“Where you off to, hot shot?” she teases, like she doesn’t know. Like she paused the movie so they could watch it together. Like that name didn’t set alarm bells off for her as much as it did for him.

Moth never liked Theo, and never made an attempt to hide it. Not even when he brought him around, or when Theo tried to get on her good side. He gets it, to some extent, given that they;re brother and sister in all but blood, and protecting him was a job she began early on. But even he soon got bored of her speeches about how Theo isn’t good enough for him, how he’s risking too much for a small town farm boy. He reminded her that he was hardly high class himself-an ex foster care brat who only just got a full-time job as a tattoo artist. Her rants didn’t stop bringing Theo round though, and towards the end he just started tuning her out. He assumed, hoped, that one day she’d get tired, or bored, and then finally see the good in Theo, and they’d all live happily ever after.

So much for that.

She wasn’t necessarily happy when Robin came home that night, eyes full of tears and heart freshly broken. She made him some tea, turned on Taylor Swift and let him cry his sad little heart out. So no, she wasn’t happy. But still.

Now he pushes past her into the living room, grabs his jacket from the coffee table, and prepares himself for some more of her bullshit.

“I guess I owe Mer ten bucks,” she sighs. Her response is so far from what he expected-which was something closer to a rant about how he’s better than this-that he freezes in place, his eyes narrowing in a silent demand for the answer. She just shrugs, her lips pursed like it all makes perfect sense. “She bet me you wouldn’t last six months without him. I thought you were stronger than that, but that’s what I get for believing in you.”

“Okay, first off, can you and your girlfriend stop making bets on my love life,” he says. “And second, he was in an accident, for your information.” He pulls his jacket on and turns down the collar. “He’s in the hospital. I'm his emergency contact.”

“Oh,” is all she says. She’s not one for admitting when she’s wrong, not out loud, so she just steps aside and tosses the keys into his open hand. It’s enough for him though, and he taps her shoulder as he passes her in thanks. “Text me when you’re coming home,” she says just as he opens the door. “And if you need anything. And… if he’s okay.”

He nods, the gesture minute, and jogs outside. He throws himself into the car and peels out of the driveway, shaking fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. He picks the first radio station he can and turns it almost all the way up, letting it drown out his thoughts.

It doesn’t work, but no-one can say he didn’t try.

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He’s not in the waiting room five minutes before he puts his headphones in. It’s the same logic as the music in the car; drown out the sounds, forget where he is. The paperwork sits on his lap, supported by a wooden clipboard that’s seen better days and a receptionist with tired, sympathetic eyes sporting dark shadows. She tells him she’ll come and get him whenever he can see him, and less than a minute later, appears with a paper cup of coffee. ‘You look like you could use it,’ she said before leaving him to the paperwork.

The coffee sucks, but the gesture is appreciated.

He texts the Midsummer Night's group chat, updating them on what little has happened so far. Moth is surprisingly sympathetic, messaging him privately saying she hopes he’s okay, Merry offering words of comfort and the others piling on with the love and support. It’s beautiful, and it’s sweet, but it’s suffocating. He mutes the chat before he can see someone else asking if there’s anything they can do and puts on a podcast that has yet to let him down. From there he reads through the paperwork and mindlessly puts his signature wherever he needs to. He tenses at the sight of the word ‘surgery’, even if the word ‘minor’ is before it and shudders at the word ‘accident’. He turns the volume up on his podcast every time his thoughts start going down a road he doesn’t like, as if Theo will be okay if he doesn’t let himself think about it.

By the time the nurse taps him on the shoulder, he’s getting dirty looks from the lady two seats down that tells him everything she thinks about his podcast choices.

“Hey,” the nurse quietly, like he might bolt if she scares him. “The surgery went well, and we moved him to the recovery room. He’s awake, if you want to go see him.”

She leads him down a perfectly-polished corridor, neon lights distorted in the shiny reflection, and quickly up in a too-small elevator before stopping outside what must be Theo’s room. Room 203, with the word RECOVERY printed on the wood in grubby white letters. The nurse tells him something in a soft, polite voice and he thanks her before leaving, because he wasn’t raised in a barn, and then it’s just him and the door. And Theo, on the other side of it.

It takes more effort than it should just to put his hand on the handle.

It’s been four months now. Four months, two weeks, five days, because yeah, he counted. Four months since Theo’s insecurities got the better of him and he told Robin to leave, since Robin got tired of trying to work it out and told him that he’d come back whenever he’s ready. A week later, Roz appeared on Robin’s doorstep with most of his things in a box-a mixtape he’d made for Theo’s birthday, one of his shirts, his cap, a book he’d forgotten about. Four months of waiting beside the phone, of not-so-subtly checking out his social medias.

Four months without waking up next to him, or meeting him for coffee, or sharing milkshakes, or having his face pressed into the crook of his neck.

Four months had never felt so long, and now here they are.

He doesn’t feel himself turning the handle, only sees the door slowly opening before him, a cold wash spreading over his body. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting. Stony silence. A potted plant being thrown at his head. A colourful array of curse words telling Robin exactly where to go. Or maybe, in his wildest dreams, Theo bursting into tears and begging him to take him back.

He doesn’t know what he expects, but what he gets is Theo blinking at him, surprise slowly trickling through the medication-induced haze.

“Hi,” he says slowly. That’s the first word Theo has said to him in four months. Hi. His response is ‘hey’, so it’s not like he’s much better, but still. 

He closes the door and moves closer, stopping a good few feet from Theo’s bed. He isn’t an asshole, and so he lets the fog clear a good bit before he starts saying anything. He had planned on going straight into a lecture, but state he’s in, he now feels bad doing so. His skin is almost as pale as the sheets he’s lying on, his right cheek sporting a nasty looking purple bruise, smaller marks and cuts trailing along his neck and jaw. The arm facing Robin is wrapped in layers of white bandage, while the opposite leg sits atop the sheets and wrapped in a cast. He moves, little by little, until he can see that side of his body, which seems to be more bruises than skin. He winces on instinct, and then remembers that he still can’t see what’s beneath the blanket and hospital gown.

“What are you doing here?” Theo asks after a while.

“I’m still your emergency contact,” he replies, and he tries not to laugh when Theo curses under his breath. He chuckles humorlessly. “Seriously, you need to get that changed.”

“Yeah, I’ll make that a priority.”

“Well, you should. I changed my contact info two months ago. When-” The words catch in his throat. When it became clear to him that Theo didn’t want him back. When he texted him and waited around for two days for a reply. When it was obvious that Theo had moved on and he should do the same. “Well, I did.”

“Oh well good for y-” He gasps sharply, the word turning into a strained cry as he clearly pulls on something he shouldn't have. Robin’s at his side in less than a moment, his hands on his shoulders because he’s unsure where else to put them. They stay there, sitting in that half-embrace, as the seconds pass and the tension fades from Theo’s face. Robin watches and resists the urge to run his thumb along Theo’s jaw.

“You okay?”

“Peachy keen,” he replies in a voice that implies anything but. Now that he’s closer, Theo somehow looks worse than he did when he came in. He can see the bruises poking out from beneath the hospital-issued gown, along with freshly-covered cuts. He remembers the nurse telling him something about needing stitches and he tries not to shudder. 

Theo’s eyes follow his and, because Theo is a bastard, he smiles.

“I look pretty badass huh?”

“Not the word I would use.” Theo pouts and damn it, Robin can’t help it. He laughs; he’s not made of stone. Theo laughs too, as much as his beaten-up body will allow, and raises an eyebrow at him. “So is this the part where you tell me ‘I told you so’?”

“No. Because I am not an asshole.”

But in complete fairness, he did tell him so. Several times, in fact. He told him over and over again that that bike was a death trap and would it kill him to wear a helmet for the love of God and there’s no way he should be on that thing when he doesn’t even have a permit and does he know the reason motorbike insurance is so much cheaper than car insurance? He had told him all of that, over and over again, and Theo had just laughed and kissed his cheek and told him he’s cute when he’s protective. 

Well now he’s cute and right.

“No,” Theo says after a pause. “You’re not an asshole.” He tilts his chin slightly and looks at him, his eyes still slightly dazed, probably from the pain meds. “You came all the way out here because you heard I got hurt. That’s not an asshole thing to do.”

“Yeah, well… You’d have done the same for me.” He doesn’t deny it. Instead he just huffs a soft laugh and looks down at his sheets, his free hand toying with the fabric. Maybe it’s just him, he hopes it’s just him, but it feels too bold, what he said. Like he had just asked, or at least implied, something about them not being entirely over. His heart skips a beat, and so he quickly changes the subject. “They said they’re trying to reach your dad. I know he’s usually busy these nights. They said they’ll keep trying to reach him.”

“Oh God.” Theo’s head hits the pillow, a low groan escaping him. “My dad.”

“Yeah.” Theo opens one eye and looks at him and sighs heavily, grunting slightly with his sore chest. “You may not tell me you told me so, but my dad definitely will.”

“Well, to be fair… he told you so.” He chuckles when Theo flips him off, a scowl on his bruised face. Robin feels braver, and moves closer again. 

“Do you know what happened to the bike?” he asks.

“Nope,” he sighs. “I haven’t seen that bike since I crashed it. And I kind of forgot to ask the paramedics what they were going to do with it.” He picks at the sheet. “But given how I ended up, she’s probably scrap metal by now.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know how much you loved that bike.”

“No you’re not,” he replies dryly. “You hated it.”

“No, I hated the risk attached to it. That’s different.” He finds himself, somehow, standing at the foot of Theo’s bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He opens his mouth to say something else, but he doesn’t know what, and it feels weird. Words always came easy with Theo. That happens when you have someone you can be yourself around. When there’s no need to hide anything because you’re not afraid of what they’ll do. There was never any need for hesitation or hint of discomfort between them. Not until right now.

He doesn’t know what to say, but he doesn’t want to go either. He’ll stay until his dad comes, he decides. Until he knows Theo’s going to be okay.

And it’s probably a good thing he does, given that his ever-restless ex boyfriend grows bored of laying down and tries to push himself up, despite his beaten-up body’s protests. He gasps sharply, a short, stifled grunt escapes him, but he keeps acting as though it didn’t happen. Robin rolls his eyes and moves over to him; one hand on his arm and the other adjusting his pillows. Theo scowls again, because he would walk on broken legs before asking for help, but he doesn’t push him away.

“Here, careful… there you go.” Theo sits up against the wall, his back supported by pillows. Robin settles next to him on the mattress, watching his face for any indication that he should go. He doesn’t get one. Instead, he gets a smile, and the ghosting of fingertips along his hand.

“Thank you,” he says. “For… for coming here.”

“It’s fine,” he replies. His mouth runs dry, his heart beating louder and louder being so close to him. He’s missed him. Holy crap, he’s missed him. He’s missed him for months and it all slams into him now, like a speeding train hitting him. Theo doesn’t meet his eyes, doesn’t say anything, just keeps tracing patterns on his hand, his finger getting faster and faster by the minute. He knows him well enough to know what that means. He doesn’t push though, because finally being this close to him is something he doesn’t want to risk losing.

“Robin,” he begins after a long while. “About what I said to you-”

“It’s fine,” he says again, a little too quickly this time.

“It’s not,” he says firmly, shaking his head slightly. “It wasn’t. What I said, the way I said it…” He closes his eyes briefly, probably reliving the night they broke up. He’s recalled it countless times since then. “You didn’t deserve it. And don’t-” He holds up his finger to silence him before Robin can even say anything. “Tell me that it’s okay, you Canadian asshole. Because it wasn’t.”

He laughs at that, even if it’s short-lived. He felt bad for thinking it sometimes, but it never felt right, what Theo had said to him. Half-sentences about not wanting to hold him back, how he can’t stay and give up everything just for him. How he ended it with “I don’t want you anymore” and told him to go. Aside from maybe cheating on him, he doesn’t know how it could have been worse. Leaving him with a broken heart and so many unanswered questions.

“Okay, it was,” he says. “Thank you for apologising.” Theo smiles, barely, and his fingers move quicker against his hand. He doesn’t say anything, not out loud, but he does rest his free hand on Theo’s knee. A brave move, maybe, but also a silent signal that it’s okay. That whatever he has to say, he can say it. God knows when they’ll see each other again, so they might as well.

He must hear it, but even so it takes a lifetime for him to say “I got scared.” He leans back on the pillows, the three words having drained him, and Robin processes it.

“You got scared?” he asks. “Scared of what?”

“Of us,” he sighs. “Of you and me and… how serious it was all getting. And… and your family, and my family, and school. And it was all getting so serious and I-I freaked out.” He swallows thickly and pulls his  good knee close to his chest, a small whimper escaping him. He doesn’t know if it’s from the pain or something else. “I’m sorry.”

They fall silent, and Robin digests what he said. For the past few months, he’s lived with constant confusion over their break-up, and it was just over the past week that it was slowly morphing into acceptance that Theo had just outgrown him. Now there’s this, and his view is shaken up again.

“Oh,” he replies. That might be the only thing he’s capable of saying, given how tight his throat is. He tries to clear it, only to find tears blurring his vision. “Theo… what happened?” Something comes back to him, one night near the end, with Theo over at his place. Him arguing quietly with Moth in the kitchen, her whispering that Theo will ‘ruin his life’. It hadn’t occurred to him how thin the walls in their house actually are. “Did you hear me and Moth?”

“Some of it,” he mumbles. Robin opens his mouth, a fire against Moth ready, but Theo holds up his hand, his pained expression grinding him to a halt. “It’s not just Moth though. It’s everyone else. You heard it too right?” He laughs bitterly. “When people said how weird it was that we were getting so serious so fast.”

Robin doesn’t say anything. Theo’s right; people did talk. It wasn’t because it was two boys, which for Greenedale, is saying something. It was the fact that they’d only been together a few weeks before they were staying at each other’s houses. It was that just two months into their relationship, Robin gave Theo his father’s ring. They talked even more when Robin let it slip they were looking at apartments to share for when Theo went off to college. So yes, people talked, but they weren’t listening. Or apparently, he wasn’t.

“Since when do you care what other people think?” he asks after a while.

“I don’t. But I care about you,” he says. “I care because what if they were right? Robin, you were planning on moving out of Greenedale for me.”

“Yeah, and I said I was okay with it.”

“Well what if I wasn’t?” His voice is tight, shaking, and when tears run down his red cheeks, Robin doesn’t hesitate in wiping them away. Theo leans into his touch, shivering slightly at his skin against his. His hand comes up and wraps around his wrist, his thumb rubbing against the back of Robin’s as he tries to compose himself. “What if I wasn’t okay with dragging you across the country?”

“Is that what you think you were doing?” he asks. “Theo… you weren’t dragging me anywhere. I wanted to go with you.” He swallows thickly before adding, “I still do.” Theo closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair, his fingers catching on knots.

“Yeah I know,” he whispers, and Robin isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or to himself. “I know that now.” Theo hesitates for a moment, uncertainty in his eyes, but then he wriggles closer, despite his beaten-up body, and Robin does the same until they’re just a breath apart. Close enough for Robin to count the freckles on Theo’s cheeks. Holy crap, he loves those freckles. He loves him, every part of him.

Moth was wrong; he wasn’t lasting six months without him.

“Why did you come here?” Theo asks.

“Because I’m your emergency contact,” he reminds him. 

“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head. “Roz is third on the list. You know that. You could have left it to her. Why did you come?”

“Because you were hurt,” he says, and he means it. It’s the truth, but not the whole truth, and they both know it. “Because I miss you.”

Theo laughs, and kisses the inside of his wrist. 

“I miss you too,” he says, and the tears running down Robin’s face aren’t from heartbreak this time.

The kiss starts slowly, their foreheads pressed together before their lips touch. Robin moves to hold the back of Theo’s head, his free hand on his hip, still mindful of the condition his ex(?) boyfriend is in. Theo’s hand curls into Robin’s shirt, his other tangled in his hair. He feels Theo’s grin against his mouth, feels his own heart finally being put back together. Feels the weight of the past four months finally slipping away, leaving a new future open for them. Together.

But he also feels Theo’s hand shaking, his short, pained gasp against his mouth, and so he pulls away, leaving a small frown on his boyfriend’s face.

“I’m not going to make out with you on a hospital bed,” he tells him. “No matter how badly I want to.” Theo huffs a laugh and nods. 

“Fair enough,” he says. He doesn’t let go of Robin’s hand though, instead linking their fingers together. “What about when I get out of here, we can maybe talk about this? About you and me and…. Everything. And I can try not to freak out this time.”

Robin pushes Theo’s hair away from his face, mindful of the bruises, and smiles.

“I’d like that.” He moves in to kiss him again, fully intending to keep it small this time, but they’re interrupted by the door opening, and a familiar, frantic voice cutting through the air.

“Theo? Oh my God, I left my phone in the house and I just got the call from the hospital, are you-”

He stops his rant just as Robin turns around, his and Theo’s faces a matching shade of red. He feels flashed back to when Mr Putnam caught them in Theo’s room, his mouth hanging open and his eyes darting between them just like he did then, waiting for an explanation. Except they’re not in Theo’s bedroom this time around, and this is the first time Joe has seen him in months, so he sympathises for him this time around.

“So…” he begins. “You two got back together?”

Theo just laughs and buries his face in Robin’s shoulder.

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[homosexualrodent]

I’m just watching this over an over again, and it breaks my heart.

I know he’s done some bad shit, like murdery stuff, but he was only a kid. This rant has been shared probably a million times before, and you’ve probably heard it, but Theo truly deserves better.

When I was nine, I was in the fourth fucking grade. I started playing soccer then and I remember that was when I was old enough to be part of this music program at school. Grade four was when I was allowed to be on the cross country team and the track and field team. The biggest problems in my life were that I was had petty drama and was getting grounded for spending too much time on the iPad. When Theo was around that age, before the dread doctors, he was probably getting excited about small stuff like that too. Life then was so inconsequential, so innocent and easy, and that was stolen from him before he could really live.

His young mind was corrupted and manipulated. He watched his sister drown and freeze to death, but the dread doctors are at fault for that. How could he have understood what was going on? He was easy prey. A weak, sick, vulnerable and lonely child with a naive mind. They promised him power and a pack, but they killed his family and stole any semblance of peace he may have had. They cut him open and they sewed him up like a puppet. They probably threw him around because in the end, he only mattered to them to an extent. Theo wasn’t one of the dread doctors, he was their pet. They fed him their scraps and treated him poorly, so he had to learn to protect himself and get his job done or he’d die. Some people really have the nerve to say Theo should’ve just stopped if he knew it was wrong, but if he stopped or ran, it wouldn’t matter how successful he was, he’d be tortured or killed. And maybe he couldn’t understand how wrong it was. When you spend half your life living with terrible people, your morality can get damaged because your need to survive trumps all else. When you grow up surrounded by violence and blood and torture and murder, you become desensitized to it. So even as a kid, Theo had been scarred by the cruelest part of the world; there was no way he was going to come out of that a truly good person.

A lot of people forget that while you can pretend you’re feeling an emotion, like fake a smile or force out tears, you can’t actually make yourself feel something. You can have something trigger an emotion, but you can’t fake chemosignals the way you can fake a laugh. When Stiles and Liam found Theo at Tara’s bridge, Liam smelled grief. When Theo shot Malia, Malia smelt regret, so Theo knows how to feel and he didn’t take all that much pride in the thinks he did.

I don’t think anyone deserves to go to that purgatory that Kira sent Theo to, but regardless, Theo found his way there. What matters is that when he came out, he was a changed person. He wasn’t a new person, because you can’t erase your past or forget all that trauma, but he felt guilty. He let Tara rip his heart out. He made the choice to sacrifice himself for Liam. He decided to stay in Beacon Hills. When he got kidnapped, he didn’t tell them anything about the pack even though he could have. He went back for Liam. He tried to take Mason’s pain and the he did take Gabe’s pain. Theo thought that Gabe, the guy who tried to kill all of them, deserved at least a painless death because Theo no doubt saw how his own life could have easily ended the same way. Gabe was an asshole, and he didn’t get a character arc, but he was still a victim and so was Theo.

And so taking me back to that gif of Theo, he’s laying on the backseat of his truck and pulling a probably too small blanket over his body. If you look at him, and I mean really look at him, you can see how terribly sad he looks. When was the last time Theo got a restful sleep in a real bed? When was the last time Theo slept somewhere safe? When’s the last time you think Theo wasn’t hungry? When’s the last time you think someone cared about Theo and hugged him? When’s the last time someone said ‘I love you’ or ‘you matter’ or ‘I care what happens’ to you to Theo?

Theo has been alone for so long. He’s been surviving, not living. He’s been fighting too hard for people to look at him and not see how far he’s come. Yes, Theo’s a murderer. But he’s fractured and traumatized and he’s only eighteen. He deserved more than to be casted off again by the pack. His development should have been acknowledged more on the show and he should’ve gotten at least a hug. We can write fanfiction all we want about how Theo got into the pack, or got with Liam, or moved into somewhere safe, but nothing like that really happened in the show. Maybe Theo’s still a benchwarmer, waiting for Scott’s beck and call. Maybe Theo’s living in the sewers again or still in his truck. Maybe Theo never gets what he deserved.

I’m not saying Theo has to be your favourite character, but you can’t look at a kid sleeping in his truck with that kind of anguish in his eyes and think he still deserves all of the pain he carries around.

All of the pack has been through something terrible, but Theo got some of the worst of it.

[cornacopicimagines]

best of friends │t.h

pairing: single dad!mob!tom holland x single mum!reader

words: 9k (oh god, i’m so sorry)

warnings: SMUT, swearing, praise kink, oral (female recieving), slight violence, mentions of verbal abuse/ degration & rough sex if you squint

summary:  Theo y/l/n and James Holland are the best friends that only 8-year-olds can get, their parents though are a little less happy with their lives. For James' dad; Mob-King Tom, he can't seem to catch cupid's arrow. Better yet, he refused to even let the stupid cherub let it fly free. For Theo's mum; y/n, it's her confidence that shakes her love life until there's nothing there. So it was meant to be.

a/n: at first i hated this fic (i still sort of hate the first part) but i think it’s really grown on me :)

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part 2

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y/n smiled as she waved off the last group of kids, the small children giving her tight hugs before running off to their parents. She truly loved her job; she couldn't ask for anything other than the life she has right now but something has always been devoid. Alas, being a primary school teacher with an 8-year-old son can keep you busy enough to forget about your past problems.

"Muuum," Theo dragged on as he danced around one desk lazily, "when are we going home, I've got some cartoons to watch," he said snappily, y/n debated on whether she should call her son out on his attitude.

"Soon, you little devil," y/n replied, still happily dismissing her students. Seeing as most of the kids had gone or having a chat with their parents, y/n took that as a sign to pack up her classroom.

"I think Molly has a crush on me," Theo told y/n with a wide grin on his face. She stared up at him with a matching smile.

"Really, how do you know that?" y/n asked cheekily, she waited for her son's answer but only got a shrug and a sigh. She chestily laughed as she started to pack up her bag. "That's not an answer little man!"

"Ask James, he agrees with me," Theo defended.

"You two have really been making a ruckus in my classroom, I should probably split you two up," y/n falsely threatened as she slipped on a small touch up of her pale red lip gloss.

Theo immediately ran to the front of her desk with sad eyes, "please don't mum, we'll be extra good," Theo lifted his pinky finger to wave in her face, "I pinky promise."

y/n stared down and captured his tiny finger with hers, sealing the deal. As she grabbed the rest of her things from underneath her desk, she heard the small pitter patter of an extra pair of feet.

"Hi, Ms.y/l/n" a soft worried voice called out, y/n lifted her head to see James Holland with his bottom lip trembling and his eyes filling with hot tears not daring to spill over. y/n almost jumped over the desk to comfort the young boy.

"Oh James, what's the matter?" she asked gently as she gently wiped the liquid from his cheeks.

"I was supposed to-to be picked up-p a long t-t-time ago," James told her through stifled sobs. y/n felt her heart shatter with absolute sadness for this little boy. It had been an hour since school ended, his parents must be late. "I was wondering if I could go home with you until my dad or his assistant can come and get me."

y/n knew that James's dad did some shady business. She wasn't dumb; she picked up on everything. Whenever his so-called assistant would come to get James she would always ask what he did to dress so sharply and the blonde would constantly have a different answer or sometimes he would deflect the question altogether. She also noticed the gun that lay hidden underneath his jacket and the small pocket knives around his waist. She never thought too much about it because James was the sweetest kid on the planet and he made Theo thrilled, she would not take that away from him by alerting the police to a threat that she had nothing but a hunch about.

Theo burst into a roar of excited cheers as soon as the sentence fell off James's lips. y/n shushed her son before turning back to James. "As much as both of us would love that, you can't come home with us without your dad's permission."

"Can't you just call him?" James exclaimed as he corked an eyebrow at her, as small blush arose on her cheeks; sometimes she felt dumber than the kids. As school policy goes, y/n must have a small binder with all the parents' contacts in case of emergencies.

"Great idea," she complimented as she quickly went to make the phone call. Her finger skimmed around the book, finding the last name Holland and the first name Tom underneath James's page. She had heard that name before she just can identify where. Either way, she rang and someone answered after a few rings.

"Hello?" a male voice called out.

"Hi, this is Ms. y/l/n," y/n told him sweetly. "I have James here saying that nobody has picked him up yet," she told him.

"Fuck, I knew I forgot something!" the voice shouted, y/n was 99% sure the boys could hear it, "shit, Tom will gut me like a fish," the man sounded worried and flustered with panic and fear.

"Wait, who am I exactly talking to?" she pondered.

"Harrison, I'm Tom's assistant." Harrison rolled the assistant slowly. An obvious diversion that she wasn't idiotic enough to fall for.

"Well, if it makes any difference, Theo and James have just made plans for James to come home with myself and Theo," she spoke quietly. "Would that be okay?"

The line was silent for a second or two before Harrison quickly responded, "Yes that will be fine, someone will pick him up around 6," he snapped at her before cutting off the line abruptly.

y/n stared at her phone for a moment before she stared at the boys with a wide gleam. "You're coming home with us James and its homemade pizza for dinner tonight!"

With that, the pair of boys rejoiced and the three of them walked out of the classroom and towards the exit.

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Tom sat in his impressively large chair, his eyes never leaving the clock that lay between photos of his family and his son James. He had been in meetings all day with people that pissed him the fuck off. All Tom had been looking forward to is seeing his son and spending his time playing with James. But yet, it had been an hour since he should have been out of school, meaning he should have been home 20 minutes ago. There as a few harsh knocks, Tom instantly knew who it was.

"Got some news mate," Harrison told him before he had even entered the room.

Tom let his head lean back and a hoarse groan slips out, "it better be good otherwise, I don't want to fucking hear it," Tom spat, "I've been in meetings all day, just wanna see my son."

"About that." Harrison trailed off. Tom felt his heart stop. He instantly rushed over to Harrison's side. "I forgot to pick James up from school today and-"

"You absolute dumbass!" Tom roared. "Other Mob bosses know who he is. I can't have him walking the school ground by himself he'll get bloody kidnapped!" Tom started to ramble, he hardly ever did such an infantile act. He hadn't rambled since James was left on his doorstep with a note saying he was Tom's son and that was eight years ago!

Tom couldn't help but feel guilt rack his body, a million thoughts ran through his mind and he felt as if he was on the verge of tears, but he refuses to let even one go. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and almost sprinted towards Harrison. His hands clasped around Harrison's collar and brought him in so fast, Harrison's knees buckled at the force and skidded across the hard floor. "If you didn't pick him up, where the fuck is he?"

Tom watched as Harrison gulped loudly. Tom hated getting violent with Harrison, but with the safety of his son. Tom would mow downfield of people if it meant James was alive.

"He is with his teacher and her son. She said that I have to pick him up later," Harrison told him weepily. Tom didn't know if it relieved him to know that his son was with good hands with his teacher, who Tom had only heard good things about from Harrison or that his right-hand man let his son go off with a woman Tom has never met. "Listen, she said they are making homemade pizza and that we are welcome to join her when I go pick James up."

"Hm, pick him up when it is necessary," Tom grunted as he walked off, suddenly much calmer than he was before. Harrison regained his composure and ran to Tom's side.

"No, I think you should go pick him up," Harrison told him. Coming from anyone else, Tom would have their tongue cut out, but Tom felt obliged to let it slide after his recent outburst at Harrison. "I think it would be good for James to see his own father come pick him up for once and it wouldn't hurt to meet Ms. y/l/n," Harrison spoke the last part with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Before you scheme and manipulate your way into making me do something, you know I don't want any woman taking advantage of me- again," Tom hated saying that sentence, he hated giving James's mother the satisfaction that she broke the heart of the world's hardest mobster. That a dancer from a strip club he owned broke the one heart that was never meant to; his. Tom took it as a sign that love wasn't in his card, only single parenthood. Though deep down, Tom wanted someone else, he didn't want to sleep around with expensive strippers and high-end prostitutes for the rest of his life, he would not die with that being his greatest achievement in the sex department. He'd never admit that to a single soul.

"Come on, get back on the horse," Harrison told him gleefully, "She's a nice woman and you've always complained that all the girlfriends you've had since James have hated children, well she works with your son almost every day. There's a fucking jackpot right in front of you, mate."

Tom groaned in disapproval, "How do you even know she's single, she got an 8-year-old son, she's married" he sighed

"You have an eight-year-old and you aren't fucking married you twat," Harrison scoffed, "plus I've never seen a ring on that finger," he held up his ringer finger and swirling it in his face.

"I don't want to do this anymore, Harrison," Tom complained as he smacked Harrison hand away, "I think it's time to give up, my schedule is too busy, I can barely see my own fucking son!" Tom called out as he rested his hands on his hair, "How can I sustain an actual relationship?"

Harrison said nothing but stared at his best friend. To Harrison, Tom looked flustered, angry and tense. Harrison knew that Tom blamed only himself for the misfortunes in his life, even though all the shit that was happening to him wasn't his fault at all.

Tom could see Harrison was pondering at him. He hated it. "If I do this, will you give it a fucking rest," Tom compromised. Harrison looked at him smugly.

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y/n stood at the messy benches of her kitchen, shredded cheese fell everywhere and a three quarterly cut pepperoni stick was about to fall off. A warm and delicious smell over the house from the full oven; it was her favourite thing. Currently, y/n was finely chopping basil and rosemary while the two boys sat at the island table, flour and sauce almost covered the entire table and the power creates a ring around the boys.

"Now, Theo do you want to tell James how to lay the pepperoni to make sure it doesn't get all soggy," y/n asked him sweetly, trusting him enough to not have to turn around completely.

"Yesmum!" Theo called out as if she wasn't in the same room. She chuckled to herself before she dumped the herbs into a bowl and came over to the table, sitting on one of the free chairs.

y/n watched as Theo taught James the perfect placing of pepperoni on the spare pizza. It was if y/n intrigue of James's father had hit an all-time high as she stared at the young boy. Before she taught James, she remembers hearing a lot of rumours about James's father from the other teachers and even other mothers about how he was mysterious and them handsome. She used to giggle at the rumours; she supposed that some lonely suburban housewives concocted the rumours, that they had nothing better to do than lust after the young bachelor because their husbands can find the g-spot.

But now that she is teaching James, the rumours seem to come alive the longer she knows the boy. She can't help but fall into the trap of her primal curiosity because of a stranger she's never even met and that very stranger could deal with a shady past or worse a shady present.

"So, James, how your dad?" y/n asked innocently. James stopped placing the toppings to talk to her (much to Theo's disapproval).

"Oh, he's awesome, I don't get to see him a lot but when I do it's amazing," James squealed happily. y/n cocked her eyebrow at the boy.

"What do you mean, you don't get to see him a lot', doesn't your dad pick you up from school every day," y/n pressed, she knew she shouldn't be asking him these types of questions but she couldn't help it and James seemed happy enough to answer.

"My dad partner picks me up, his name's Harrison, and he's the best," James smiled widely as Theo tried to get him to pay attention.

"So, what does your dad do?" y/n queered again, genuinely interested in James' answer. The little boy scratched his head a bit before shrugging his shoulders in confusion, y/n laughed sweetly. "You know how I work as your teacher-"

"And you're the best!" James cut her off suddenly.

"Thank you, but what does your dad do during the day," she spoke quietly but it appeared James got the memo.

"My dad does deals with people where he shouts at them and sometimes, I see this icky dark red stuff on him, but dad just tells me it's just paint," James replied sweetly unaware of y/n shocked face. Sure, she had her doubts and suspicions, but she never expected them to be true. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She has the son of Tom fucking Holland in her house, likely without his knowledge. She'd be lucky if Tom leaves her bloody and bruised. y/n didn't want to believe that this angelic and adorable boy has the world's most feared mobster has a father. How the fuck did she not notice the queue with all the bodyguards that come along to pickup time, the expensive stuff that he brings to class and why Harrison is always wearing a very expensive suit just to bring an eight-year-old back home.

"We're done, ma," Theo called her out of her anxiety-driven haze. She smiled sheepishly as she took the pizzas from the boys and put them in the oven. "Are you okay, mum?" Theo asked again as he crawled off the chair and went to throw the scraps in the bin.

"Yes sweetheart," y/n replied shakily. What was she going to say to him, how was she going to explain, how is she going to keep her son safe, what if she-

Ding!

The doorbell rang, the sound almost deafened her. y/n steadied her nerves and walked over to open the door. Outside stood two bulky 6'4" men and a nicely dressed one in the middle. For some odd reason, y/n felt her cheeks heat and her heart rate pick up. The messily pushed back brown curls seemed to fall perfectly in place and frame his face. Massive diamond rings laced his fingers as he slightly tapped at his wrist, that she might add was decorated stunningly with pronounced veins that made her weak.

"Um, welcome," y/n spoke quietly, the man in the middle (who she assumed was Tom) stared at her darkly before stepping inside. The warm lighting of her hallway seemed to illuminate Tom's features y/n noticed the sharp jaw, and she was just able to make out his dark brown eyes underneath the Versace sunglasses. "Hi, you m-must be James's dad, I'm Theo's mum; y/n," she extended her hand to meet his.

Since she opened the door, entrancement seemed to flow through him. Sure, it wasn't romantically at first, but the woman surely intrigued him. She had her hair tucked behind her slightly sauced ears and behind a flour-covered apron seemed to be a tight-fitting red pin-up dress, which he compliments shows off her curves nicely. Tom felt like he had to smile at her, not in a joking way but in a way that he couldn't explain. In a way that he had to smile when he saw Tessa trip over her own feet. It was adorable; she was adorable.

When he heard her speak, it felt like a breath of fresh air had hit him. He felt as if he was in his childhood home again and she was the beautiful nanny Tom would have had a crush on. Tom felt instantly out of place when he walked in. He was so used to the dark setting and furniture of his massive mansion. He was so used to walking the long empty halls and going to bed in a vacantly giant room. Now though, her home felt so cosy. The walls were tight enough to feel warm but wide enough to not squeeze you. The rooms seemed busy with colours and clothes and her kitchen was small but still seemed homey.

In an act of complete defiance to himself, Tom thought he could live here if he wanted, and he wanted to. It was so different from his regularly scheduled life, her home, her arrangement and even y/n herself made Tom feel so out of place that he had to give her all his undying attention as if she was a magnet of everything Tom needed to balance his life. What the fuck is going on with him? So he snapped himself out of it.

"Where's my son," Tom asked her. He tried not to sound like a total dick, but it was hard not to. Tom felt worse when he saw y/n flinch slightly after he snapped, "I'm sorry," Tom has never apologised to anyone other than his son, he has to get his shit together quickly.

"Oh no, it's okay," y/n smiled warmly, the apology from the mobster made her feel a little better about her situation. "James is hanging out with Theo, you're welcome to stay if you'd like," she invited. Tom felt like he had to stay, and it didn't help that when James saw him in the hallway, he started to cry and whine.

Tom immediately ran to his side, but James pushed him away and hugged Theo, which he happily reciprocated.

"No, I'm not going, you can't make me!" James yelled furiously as he turned his back to his father. Tom sighed loudly. He bent down and placed his hand against James's back.

"Come on, little man, I don't want to intrude," Tom explained sweetly, his hand rubbing small circles. y/n didn't know a man such as Tom Holland could speak that softly and sweetly; it made her want to swoon.

"He's not in-intruding Mr Holland," Theo told her quietly. Tom noticed the boy had stumbled over the hard word. He couldn't help but admit defeat and regained his composure.

"Harrison told me you were making pizzas, it's been a while since I've had some well at least homemade ones," Tom announced loudly, "so I guess we are staying."

The two boys rejoice before they made their way back to the TV and left Tom and y/n by themselves. y/n awkwardly made her way to the kitchen, and Tom dismissed the two bodyguards behind him and happily followed her.

As he walked down the hallway, he took slight notice of the different photos that hung on the walls. Most of them were of Theo, one had him in a karate uniform holding a trophy and a toothy smile while another had a photo of y/n and Theo at the park. Tom couldn't help but smile at them. Once more did he have the feeling of need for all of this to be in his life, he wanted more, correction he needed more. He squeezed through her slim doorway and stumbled into y/n's endearingly kitchen.

He had never seen a mess like her kitchen; he saw flour on the floor and sauce on the cupboards. Tom couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape his lips as he sat opposite her.

Tom wasn't an idiot. He could see how scared he was making her just by sitting closer to her. y/n on the other end of the table was almost shitting herself, she could feel her throat becoming dry and tried her best to avoid connecting their eyes even if she desperately wanted another peek at his warm brown eyes.

Tom stared at her with guilt racking his body, "I will not hurt you," Tom told her gently and for some odd reason, he fought back the urge to hold her trembling hand as he spoke. y/n didn't believe him, she knew deep down that this is what he says to his victims before he blows their fucking brains out, until "I promise." Tom had even surprised himself with his words. He has promised nothing other than when he promised his son he could ice-cream for dinner one night, Tom wasn't sure what was washing over him but worse he didn't know if he liked the feeling or not.

Tom waited for her response. He waited for y/n to give him any cue to tell him she felt safe around him. Finally, y/n lifted her eyes to meet his. Tom hadn't really gotten a good look at the door. Her eyes matched her whole persona, it almost entranced him. They were young but filled with such wisdom and knowledge; he didn't know what to do. It was an obvious y/ec, but it was like he was experiencing the colour for the first time in his 27 year life.

y/n slowly lifted her eyes to meet his and Tom's heart jumped into his throat. Never has a woman had this effect on him; it addicted him. Tom spotted a faint smile on her sauce, dusted lips and couldn't help but return the favour. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be this cold towards you," she spoke softly.

"Oh, it's fine. I get it all the time," Tom responded with a small giggle.

"That's awful," y/n immediately protested, her full attention on him.

"What I do is awful sweetheart, it comes with the job," he told her as he leaned back in his chair. y/n pulled back, how could she be so dumb?

Tom noticed her sudden shift in mood and cleared the air, "I don't mean to pry but is Theo's father around, I didn't notice him in any of the photos," Tom asked awkwardly, he genuinely wanted to know but immediately realised his mistake, "or is that not a talking topic?"

"No, it's okay," y/n responded with a light chuckle, something Tom desperately wanted to hear more of, "Theo's dad and I split badly and I haven't spoken to him in years," the memory still haunts y/n but she could only let fragmented pieces out at a time, "Theo has never met his father and I intend on keeping it that way."

Tom's brain started to concoct a sadly romantic fairy tale with both of them but he quickly scolded himself. Suddenly, y/n perked up. She jumped from the table, took one pizza out of the oven, and started to cut it.

"What about you?" y/n asked with her back turned.

"What about me?" Tom responded, nobody has ever asked him that.

"A good-looking man like you with a son has to be married," y/n exclaimed before placing a pizza in front of them both and calling for the boys, giving them their pizza.

"Sadly, no, I'm not married," Tom chuckled as he picked up a piece. "I had James with his mother on a whim I guess." Tom saw y/n cocked her eyebrow in confusion. "That's all I'm letting out." Tom crossed his arms and leaned away.

y/n though leaned in and batted her eyelashes, "No, you got me intrigued," y/n whined. "If you tell me, I will tell you my backstory the next time we meet."

"We're going to meet again?" Tom smirked widely, suddenly pulled into her spell. Tom saw the heat rise to her cheeks and her face scrunch up as she tried to rack her brain for a proper answer. She was gorgeous; he wanted to stare at her face for all eternity.

"O-of course," she stuttered, tripping over her own tongue suddenly. She doesn't know why she's acting like this. Sure he's a godly handsome man that is ticking all of her boxes in a matter of moments but her brain seems to keep forgetting that she's sitting just a few feet away from the King of the English Mafia. A man who could kill her in a second, still she couldn't help the primal attraction that was cursing through her.

Tom held his hand out to her. "All right darling, it's a deal," he spoke lowly. Any logical person would have kept their hand to themselves. Any reasonable educated person would not raise their hand and shake Tom's. y/n was a logical and educated woman, but not with Tom around. So she took his hand in hers and shook slowly.

"Jame's was- how do I say this? Not planned." Tom sighed as he played with the pizza in front of him. "When I first got control over the Mafia. I bought this strip club just down the street. I used to go in there almost every night. I thought if I went in it would make me feel like a true Mafia King. The Mafia King who sleeps with whoever he wants whenever he wants, but I guess I am more of a romantic than I thought. There was this girl, she was interesting, and I found her mesmerising from the second I saw her. So like an idiot I started to see her only, I bought her things, I gave her safety and let her decide in the Mob. I guess one night I forgot to put on a condom and she left me the very next night. Nine months later, James was wailing on my doorstep with a small note saying 'I am so sorry, he's yours and I can't look after him', I still remember the words on that stupid fucking note," Tom felt his voice crack, he peered over to James who was eating his pizza and pretending to fight the bad guys on the T.V, "I adore my son with every fibre in my being but I just wish things were a little different."

Tom swivelled around and saw y/n almost in tears, "I'm sorry," y/n snapped out of her emotional haze and started to wipe away some tears, "I don't know what came over me."

"That's all right, my mum was in tears for days after James arrived." Tom stared down, remembering the feelings of the room on that day, "happy tears."

y/n felt an overwhelming surge of emotion hit her like a truck. She has heard no one talk with such passion. "Wow, that's um-" she blushed, "quite a story."

Tom gave her a weak smile. He noticed the blush that bubbled to the surface of his cheeks. Tom noticed a lot of other things while she sat opposite him. He noticed the small dimples that would peak out if she smiled. He noticed the freckles that perfectly sprinkled her skin. He was sure that if he sat here for long enough, he could count every one of them.

"Is there something on my face?" y/n's concerned voice snapped him out of his lovesick haze. Tom shook his head slightly before y/n took the back of her hand to wipe the non-existing grime off her cheek only to smear sauce all over her.

"Well, now there is," Tom laughed before he leaned over and wiped the sauce with his napkin. y/n came closer to help him reach her but in the process only pushed her cleavage up, causing Tom's chair to slide out from under him. Their faces were so close, y/n felt the warmth from Tom's body wafting and swirling around her as if he was entrancing her. Problem was, she was fully under his spell now.

"Are you going to kiss my dad?" James ecstatic voice called out abruptly. y/n almost fell off her chair just from the pair eyes. Theo was standing just behind James with a smile that matched his friend as they watched their parents compose themselves.

Tom tried to piece an answer to give his son while still leaving his options open with y/n. "None of your business little man," Tom faked growled as he tickled James and Theo's bellies, causing them to run off squealing with excitement.

Tom turned around to face her, the faint glow of the kitchen made y/n look like an angel. He felt overwhelming an urge to fall to his knees and pray to her, but he slid it to back of his mind. Hoping that maybe he could do it soon.

They talked for what seemed like a second but in reality; they had been talking for an hour. Tom would give every cent away just to keep hearing her sweet-like honey voice. y/n as well couldn't get enough of him, the more she allowed herself to open up to him the more she seemed to love his company. He was intelligent, well-spoken and off the record; he was so goddamn attractive. y/n believes she was to go to the nearest church just for having him near her. Still, he made her feel safe. He made her feel something that she hasn't felt since Theo's father left her. It scared her. Her heart picked up and her brain started to overwork itself. He was just humouring her; he would leave her in a heartbeat; he's got rows of women begging to sleep with him, why would he want her?

"Oh god, w-would you look at the t-time," y/n stuttered as she rushed to get him out of the house before she broke down in tears. y/n jumped out of her chair and almost threw the plates into the sink.

Tom stood up in a panic. He was having a wonderful time with her, why was she so eager to get herself alone?

"It's only a quarter to ten," Tom chuckled as he checked the watch on his wrist. y/n didn't want to make him leave. If it were up to her, she would let the kids' sleepover and pull him into her sheets as fast as possible but her subconscious had other plans.

"I'm sure the King of The Mafia has a busy schedule," she replied as she ran to get the boys' plates and get them back to the kitchen. She was right, Tom did have a lot happening tomorrow. He was most likely going to get his hands dirty. He kept his mouth shut on that remembrance.

"Well, how about you come over to mine tomorrow night," Tom suggested. y/n stood dead in her tracks. "I need to repay you for this wonderful night." A blush formed on her cheeks.

She sighed and before she could even let a single syllable out-, "We would love to Mr. Holland!" Theo's voice shot up. His head appeared just behind her with a straight smile. Tom immediately matched Theo's, knowing y/n couldn't refuse the two of them.

"Yes, we would love to and we will-" y/n head dropped, "and we will be there."

Tom let himself fist bump the air as he went to get James off the couch. "How's 9:30 sound, I have some stuff to deal with beforehand?"

"Sounds g-great," y/n sighed. Tom quickly pecked her cheek as he went for the door. y/n turned to him in disbelief.

"Can't wait angel," Tom whispered just before he closed the door. Jesus Christ, he would be the death of her.

"He seems like a nice guy," Theo blank voice rang out. He leaned up against the back of the couch as he raised his eyebrows at y/n suggestively. she gave him a light smack on his arm.

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Tom sat in his chair. The cloud of smoke and the sounds of ragged panting wafted over the room. Percy's head drooped low as he waited.

"Where's your fucking brother Percy?" Tom asked non-nonchalantly. His eyes never wavered off the man.

"Like I told you buffoons before," Percy lifted his head weakly, "I have no clue where my crackhead brother is," Tom glimpsed his prize. Percy's sweaty hair stuck to his head, the crusted blood started to fall from the gash on eyebrow onto his bound feet. Percy stared at him with one eye open; all he could achieve. Tom smiled gleefully.  

"Don't you fucking lie to me, you little shithead!" Tom roared. His hands slammed down on the desk. Everyone to jump. Tom paced around to lean on the front of his marble desk. "I have some very important people coming in about-" Tom glanced at his watch, "10 minutes."

"I will not rat my own fucking brother out," Percy responded defiantly. Tom's patience was thinning with every tick of the clock.

"I don't want to hurt you, Percy," Tom faked a smile, "not tonight at least. So you better make this quicker than me taking a fucking piss." One of his men pulled Percy's hair back, "Where is you goddamn brother."

Percy felt the barrel of Tom's gun roughly shoved up against his temple. He fought back a tear. "Columbia, trying to smuggle your drugs into Ecuador," Percy revealed.

The door swung open to reveal a completely un-phased Harrison. "They're here."

Tom immediately straightened up. "Perfect Timing!" Tom started to his men, "get rid of him." As his men dragged Percy out of his office. Tom straightened his coat as wiped off the dried blood on his chin. Harrison chuckled lightly before Tom ran out.

"They're in the upstairs hallway," Harrison called out, but Tom was already too far gone. 

The massive painting loomed over y/n. She had completely forgotten how powerful Tom was, the matter that Tom commanded respect had slipped her mind. He stood in a black suit. Like something straight out a mobster movie. she giggled to herself at that thought.

"I begged my mother not to have me painted, but she insisted," Tom called out to her. y/n jumped at his voice but softened when she saw him approaching in the same outfit as the portrait.

"Well I think you look devilishly handsome," y/n responded with a wide smile, a smile that made Tom's heart flutter. As he got closer, he noticed the absence of a certain 8-year-old.

"Where's the munchkin?" he asked as he searched around her.

"He's upstairs with James. He took Theo's hand and ran off as soon as we stepped into the door," she laughed. Tom couldn't help but smile along with her. He wondered if she let this side of her out often. Genuinely giddy and joyous. "Do you look at most women like this?" She broke his concentration. y/n stood there with her eyebrow quirked and a smirk plastered on her face. Tom begged whatever god was up there to allow him just a single kiss.

"Only to you, angel," Tom responded, his pearly white teeth shining through a wide smile. y/n's cheeks flustered and her whole face glowed red. He was pushing all of her buttons, wasn't he?

"Come upstairs, I want to show you something," Tom exclaimed as he captured y/n's hand within his. Tom led her up a small flight of stairs and into a large room. The dim bedroom had red plastered everywhere. The carpet was a soft red velvet and the sheet; a luxurious red and black silk. Hell even the walls were painted with a deep maroon. y/n looked over to him with shock. "Dont worry sweetheart, the surprise is outside," Tom chuckled before his calloused hand landed on the small of her back nudging her softly. y/n's breath hitched into the back of her throat.

y/n pushed the glass doors. The dense forest of trees sparkled in the bright moonlight. The faint glow of London's lights dimmed in the background. She knew this might not have been the most aesthetically pleasing view, but it felt more than it looked. The safety and security of the view made her swoon. "Is this a date, Mr. Holland?" y/n smirked as she sat down in the glass chair.

Tom had never heard his last name sound so sweet.

"Only if you want it to be Ms. y/l/n," he responded, quickly trying to conceal his blush.

She stared out for a moment. y/n didn't know why, but she felt like a shy teenager again. A girl sitting next to a hot guy who has no real interest in her. It was nostalgic in some sick way.

They talked for hours. Tom couldn't get enough of her. It was like she was some beautiful drug. A drug so addictive, he's hooked after one night. Every time a laugh surpassed her soft lips, Tom can't help but let his heart flutter. She, too, was quite enjoying herself. y/n let her walls down slowly but surely. The more he talked, the more she leaned. The more she felt as though this was fate. That though was a juvenile thing to even fathom. So y/n wondered what her life would have been if she met Tom before her ex. Would she be happy or would she still be silently crying to herself to make sure Theo didn't hear even a peep.

A curt knock at the door interrupted them. A middle age woman peeked her head in.

"They're both in bed," she spoke happily. "It took a while to get Theo off to sleep though."

y/n giggled, "I'm not surprised."

Tom stared at her for a moment, imagining that Theo and James were their sons, and she was his wife who always seemed to amaze him. Maybe in the near future, he thought to himself.

"Thank you Ms Smith," Tom smiled warmly at her, y/n looked over to him in childlike shock.

"You have a nanny!" y/n poked Tom in his bicep. He gently swatted her finger away.

"Less about me, angel," Tom sighed. "Now, we had a deal," Tom's eyebrow cocked, and a smirk filled his face.

y/n smiled weakly at him. I will need a shit ton of booze, she thought. She grabbed the bottle of expensive wine and poured herself a glass. She gulped it down. Then she poured another one, drinking it down quicker than the first one. Finally, one more glass of wine went down, and she was ready to open her mouth.

"Mind saving a little for me, angel." Tom chuckled lightly, y/n made work getting him a glass (and more for herself wouldn't hurt.)

"Okay, so it was my last year of high school. I had been fawning over this guy since I was twelve. Then, out of nowhere, he's pulling me into empty stalls and telling me he can't be without me and he's in love with me," y/n started, she was cut off by the man next to her.

"How could he not?" Tom quipped as he took a small gulp of his wine. y/n gave him a hard glare as she tried to steal his attention away from the flush of her cheeks.

"Anyway, it took a bit of time but like the idiot I am, I gave in. We went on a few dates; we were happy for a good while. Until those two stupid fucking lines," she felt her voice break. Her head started to feel dizzy. Like it would roll off her neck will the snap of a finger. "Maybe, I was feeling all maternal, and I told him I was pregnant. To my surprise, he stayed with me for my first trimester. He refused to tell his parents, I of course, had to confess to mine. Sometimes I think that was the first red flag. It wasn't until the middle of my third trimester things went downhill. It's normal for women to put on a little weight when they're pregnant. Obviously, he didn't have a fucking clue." y/n felt herself, get more furious and more upset with every word that rolled off her tongue. "He started telling me 'You look enormous', 'I have a fat whale for a girlfriend, 'I wish you had aborted that thing, so I wouldn't have to look at you like this'," She was in tears now, the salty liquid dripped from her cheeks onto her dress. Tom knelt in front of her, his hands rubbing small circles on her knees. "He abandoned me, right when it counted." She started him. Tom felt his heart shatter. "Everyone leaves me Tom."

"I'll never leave you, y/n" Tom reassured her, he took her shaking hands in his. y/n peered down, she shook her head.

"Tom, you don't want me," y/n sobbed, "No one does, it's okay."

"y/n," Tom hovered above her, his palms rested on her warm cheeks. "I want you, more than I have ever wanted something in my life." Their eyes met. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

y/n was in disbelief, her hands rested on his wrist. Her cries stopped as soon as she felt his thumb stroking soft circles on her cheek.

Tom still saw that look in her eyes. The look of a woman so broken by a man who never loved her, who took advantage of her admiration. Something Tom needed more than air to breathe. He was making it his mission, that y/n would not leave his home until she finally knew that not only did her son appreciate her, but he did just as much.

So, he took a chance. He bent down and encaptured her lips with his. She tasted like everything, he dreamt of. She tasted like the cakes his mother would make for him on his birthday. She was the breath of sweet excitement when he smelled homemade pancakes. It surprised him he hadn't completely dissolved at this simple touch.

y/n sat in shock for a moment. Her brain tried to catch up to his movements. He didn't move against at first. She pressed into it. Her hands gripping slightly at his wrists as she reciprocated the tender kiss. She, too, felt the satisfaction of knowing what he too tasted like. She took notes of all the little details; the taste of freshly smoked nicotine, the smell of his cologne wafted around her; the pronounced viens in his hands. She was in heaven.

Their lips moved against each other. It wasn't needy or rushed. It was steady and passionate. y/n has experienced a kiss like this in her 24-year-old life. "Take me to the bedroom," she spoke through mousey breathless moans. Tom pulled away completely at this.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you," Tom told her sweetly, y/n hands caress his cheek gently as she gave him a warm smile.

"You're not taking advantage of me Tom," she stood from her chair, never letting her eyes tear from his, "I want this."

Tom beamed. His hands snaked their way to the underside of her bum, pinching softly. Instructing her to jump, which she happily obliged. y/n could feel him, grasp at her bare thighs. Every time he touched her skin, it burned with sinful passion.

Perhaps it was the one too many wines she had downed in less than a minute or that this was the first man she's really been intimate with since Theo's father left. Either way, her skin felt so susceptible to each kiss her laid on her. Hyper sensitive to every pull at her skin. So responsive to his touches.

Tom took his time laying her on the sheets. He took his time to look at her flushed skin in the dim lighting at how she looked like something sent from God. Why God was sending him something in the first place was a question for later. As he sauntered away from her to lock the door, y/n noticed the decor until the feeling dawned on her. Was she really about to sleep with Mafia King; Tom Holland. She had only one answer- obso-fucking-lutely.

Tom tenderly pushed her onto her back, his face now level to hers. y/n thought she looked as red as a tomato, Tom would agree but wouldn't protest at all. He laid a soft kiss to her lips, then a slightly harder one to her neck, then to her collarbone. His hands snaked up her dress. His fingers clutched her hips, pulling her clothed heat closer to his already painful hard groin.

y/n watched every move he made, every attempt to bruise her skin. Tom whined quietly when his lips met the fabric instead of her flesh. y/n giggled and lifted her dress over head and onto the floor next to her.

Tom couldn't help but pull away to take a glimpse of her. Her flushed breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. Most wouldn't think too much of it, but he couldn't help himself. Tom could see her hardened nipples peeking through the material. He pulled the cup down slightly. Tom heard her hiss quietly at the sudden exposure. His lips came down to the bud gently. His teeth pulling at the erect skin ever so lightly only to flick the nub quickly. Hearing her quiet moans and praises spurred him on. He needed more.

"T-tom please," y/n whimpered quietly, her fingers tangling themselves in his messed brown curls. Tom smirked up at her.

"What are you begging for angel face," Tom asked her innocently.

y/n couldn't get a single word out with Tom's fingers dancing at the skin near her soaked panties. Even dipping underneath them for split seconds.

"Do something, with y-your," she struggled. Tom was enjoying every moment. "f-fingers."

"Your wish is my command," Tom rasped out as he pulled her panties down her legs and got between them. He let his pointer finger paint a long strip up her slit. y/n's hips buckled. "You're so wet doll, being such a good girl."

y/n could only let out a hum. Tom wanted to hear that divine voice of hers, so he blew a wisp of air against her clit making her cry out. He was lucking the boys' rooms where so far from here. "Look at me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes gloss over when I make you cum," he promised as he laid a chaste kiss to her inner left thigh. y/n couldn't wait another moment, she might explode. Slowly her eyes met his. His face was mere centimeters from her cunt.

Tom didn't take a second longer. As soon as her eyes were on him, he went in hard. His tongue latched onto her throbbing clit, pulling and sucking so hard it was audible for the both of them to fawn over. He couldn't forget about the promise he made, so his digits circled her hole delicately before he slipped two of his fingers into her.

y/n felt her whole body go numb. It was a feeling so exotic to her. Yet, here she was. Barely able to make a sentence as she tried to bite back constant moans that begged to be let out. Her toes curled even picking up some sheets beneath her.

Tom could feel her fingers pulled at the roots of his hair. He couldn't but moan against her pussy, causing vibrations in every nerve in her already sensitive body.

"Oh my god, y-yes," She let slip. y/n swears she's starting to see stars now. "F-fucking hell, you're a-amazing."

Tom allowed his fingers to hit deeper inside her with that comment. He was making her cum now, or he will blow without even feeling her yet. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happens. He pulled his mouth away from her clit with a loud pop, letting his digits do all the work. He watched her writhe and pull at anything she could grasp. God, she was so fucking perfect.

"Christ, j-just like that," y/n encouraged him, "I'm going to c-cum."

"Do it angel face, cum all around my fingers." Tom whispered to her, "let me taste your sweetness."

y/n felt her first orgasm wash over her like a tsunami. She needed to scream her heart out but quickly smothered her moan in the pillows beside her. Tom peered at her intently. To him, he was watching an angel. Seeing her cum is now his new favourite thing. Being the one to cause such pleasure within her makes him feel as though he's on top of the world. His fingers rode her through her orgasm until she hit the end. Her hair sprawled out as she tried to catch any breath left in her lungs. Hell, she was trying to regain some of her sight. Tom brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue licked them clean. Her juices tasted like nothing he's ever had before and he immediately knows, there is no way he's letting this go.

Tom stripped himself bare now. He crawled above her once more. His curls falling slightly in his face. y/n opened her eyes to see him on top of her. y/n took this moment to run her hand down his torso. Each time her fingers lapped over a muscle, she felt herself recapture her arousal. Her fingers found the base of his dick.

He was bigger than what she thought, bigger than her ex. It started her a tad when she felt his hard length. She started pumping his slowly. Tom's arms almost buckled at the feeling.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum into your hand," his pulled her wrist away from him to above her head, "and I just want to pound this sweet little cunt into oblivion." The words cause y/n to whimper, eager for him to fulfill his promise.

"Then do it," she leaned up to whisper in his ear. As she pulled back, he locked eyes with her. Utter shock and an animalistic urge filled his every thought. He didn't even give her a warning before he slammed right into her. y/n cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Tom couldn't believe the feeling. She was hugging every vein, every mark, every inch of his cock and yet so was still so fucking tight. He pulled out of her, only to ram back into her. "Fucking hell, you're divine," Tom growled, still deep inside of her. Slowly, he picked up a rhythm.

Every part of y/n's post was filled the brim by him. He hit her g-spot almost instantly. His name became a chant to her as it never ceased to spill from her lips. Each time he pounded back into her, y/n's voice became horse and rougher. Her nails dug into his bag as she clawed for support. Any support she could get from him.

Tom's been with countless women. Now he's finding it hard to sustain a sentence. He can hardly make out anything other than y/n's name. He wasn't complaining though, her tight walls constricting around with every movement. Tom wondered for a moment if he died and went to heaven and was fucking the dirtiest angel he could find.

"You look so goddamn beautiful taking my cock," he praised. He let his head fall into the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume made him almost lose his shit right there. "You feel so good squeezing around me."

Every word was threatening to her. Every word was pushing her closer to her limit. Every word was forcing more moans out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum, Tommy," she warned him.

The nickname only helped Tom lodge himself deeper and harder into her, "I am too, don't hold back angel face," he pressed a kiss underneath her ear.

y/n's second orgasm rolled over more intense the second time than the first. She pulled her head into his skin, biting and pulling to contain herself. Her legs gave out on her and flopped from his waist and quivered beside him. Tom was quick to follow her. How could he not, with how firmly she was gripping his cock. He pulled out quickly and spurted out streams across her belly. The white liquid dripping over her skin made him see stars.

He collapsed next to her, heaving and panting. y/n turned to him. She placed a long kiss on his lips, bringing his face closer. Tom happily hummed against her skin.

He pulled her into a tight hug. Her fingers traced the outline of his pec. "I'm infatuated with you," he told her plainly. y/n didn't move nor did she flinch. She  just stared up at him with a wide smile.

"As am I," she responded quietly. He wanted her to stay here forever, he had admitted to himself that he wanted to be near her for the rest his life. It was like she had cast some spell over him. He, though, had happily fallen for it.

In his eyes, she was a goddess among women.

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Soft Tunes, Warm Hugs - Worick Arcangelo

(( I hope you enjoy this little thingy with this cute dork, @ittokan​ <3 ))

Nobody knew, and truthfully, nobody even had to know what they were going through. It was none of their business, was it? It was their life, their tragedies, their problems and everything that they had to deal with, so nobody truly knew what was going on behind those cheerfully playful and mischievous facades of theirs.

Y/N knew Worick since before he called himself that...She knew him from his days as the Young Master Wallace Arcangelo. Ah, such grim days...Days that she curses every time she had the occasion whenever she somehow has the misfortune to remember, by some unknown and unexpected means.

It wasn’t fair...It wasn’t humane...None of it was.

They were just children back then.

Her, Worick, Nicolas...

They were just children.

They deserved better.

But that’s the dark world that they live in, and nobody can really change that.

Such a cruel world they had to grow up in...And why...? Because adults made it that way for them. Instead of witnessing all the beauty of the world, they had to be locked up and forced to succumb to a darkness completely void of anything. They were empty. They were just shells of their former selves.

They went on their own ways as soon as they were able to escape that hell. Worick became a Gigolo, Nicolas was a hitman, while Y/N managed to get out of the town to earn herself a proper medical degree.

By the end of it, when she got back in that town, at least she was happy she managed to accomplish something for the first time in her life. Something that was her  doing, that she did on her own, without anyone else on her back.

She was finally proud of herself.

When she started exploring the town again, she realised that barely anything actually changed, and that he absence of 10 years was most likely not even noticed by anyone.

That’s what she thought, at least, not realising how much the platinum haired man was yearning for her, to see her again, to have her next to him again, to hear her voice again.

Worick didn’t realise how much she cared for Y/N until she was no longer there with him every day and every night. It was weird...So weird. So unusual, no unexpected.

But Worick had to earn money, had to build up his reputation around the town, as Benriya, along with his associate, Nic, so his days as Gigolo weren’t over even now, in his 30s, although they were vastly diminished.

Every girl he put his hands on, he imagined her. Every pair of eyes he was gazing on from above, he could only see hers. Every time he would hear his name being called by a woman, he’d turn around, hoping to see her.

But all of these were his bittersweet daydreams going on. He was, at least happy, knowing that she escaped this terrible place and hopefully, managed to find herself a nice guy to treat her like a jewel and can live a decent life, at least.

Sometimes, he wished he would have nightmares, since they were always about his childhood days, when she was present as well.

But who would have thought that one normal day, when nothing was out of the ordinary and he was just walking around the city, he would hear his name being called, and when he returned, he would see a woman looking so much like the girl he once knew.

She had the same hair colour, but the length was much longer than the girl he once knew. She had the same eye shade, but her eyes were sparkling with life and glee, unlike the dull eyes of the girl he knew, whose eyes only sparkled with tears. Her voice was calming and melodic, as if she was speaking honey, unlike the timid voice of the girl that was too afraid to speak. Her smile was dazzling, twinkling like the stars, unlike the little girl who would bite her lips until she drew blood. She wore a beautiful flow-y sundress, showing off just enough of her flawless skin, unlike the girl who would cover all her skin, ashamed of the bruises, scars and wounds she was plastered with. And she...She was radiating...She was glowing...She was happy...Unlike the little girl who resembled a mouse hiding in a corner, afraid to get abused again.

Who was this angel, calling out his name so beautifully, looking at him as if she knew him? She couldn’t possibly be one of the girls he’d hook up with, he’d definitely remember her. So...Who...?

“Worick? You’ve been staring at me for the past 5 minutes or so. Are you okay? Is the heat getting to your head?” she blinked in surprise, leaning closer to his face, her hand gingerly put on his forehead to feel his temperature. “Who are you, miss?” his voice was betraying all his emotions. “Oh...You don’t remember me, do you? Well, a lot of years passed, and I...I guess I changed a lot, huh? You changed a lot too, you know? But your eyes are not something to forget.” she chuckled, a tint of disappointment in her voice. “No...You can’t be Y/N. She’s in a better city, living a better life.” he muttered, looking away, almost as if he didn’t want to believe his eyes. “Wait, so you knew it was me, but couldn’t believe it? Aww, aren’t you adorable...Wally?” she giggled, teasing the man in front of her. “W-Wally...?! Y/N, come on, don’t use that nickname with me! I’m not a kid anymore!” he whined childishly, his fair cheeks becoming the same colour as the pink roses that bloomed. “There we go, that’s the cutie I know! Get here and give me a hug, big guy! You grew up so much, Worick, you’re literally towering over me!” she laughed without a single care in the world, something that filled his heart with so much joy that he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into a tight embrace. “I missed you a lot, Y/Nickname. You have no idea.” he muttered softly into her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “I missed you too, Worick. I couldn’t stay forever without you and Nic around me, that much was pretty easy to figure out. You are like some really nice kind of parasites, that are always on your mind and heart, you know?” she chuckled, looking up at him fondly. “I’m not sure how I feel, being compared to a parasite, y’know?” he laughed mirthfully, ruffling her hair, like they used to, when they were young. “Wanna see my new apartment? I just finished fully furnishing it, I’m very proud of it.” she pulled out of the embrace, hooking her arm to his. “Lead the way, my lady.” he flashed her a charming smirk, which he wasn’t sure worked in any way, but the smile on her face was worth everything.

It was great reuniting with Worick and Nicolas, even with little Theo, who also became a doctor, and everything was really nice, there were no more worries, no more problems, no more regrets.

Well, almost everything was nice.

The nightmares were not something from the past’s domain, unfortunately, for either of them, and yet, they were too afraid and ashamed to lean on each other for emotional support, despite the fact that they both knew what the other went through the best.

Neither of them wanted to burden the other with more sorrow than needed.

They tried to be strong, like they’ve always been, but one night it was just too much, and the girl couldn’t sleep at night for a few nights, and the exhaustion was beginning to take a toll on her to the point that she couldn’t focus on anything, and she was becoming weak...Not to mention the headaches were atrocious.

That cold night, the girl left her apartment in only her oversized Tshirt, shorts and a pair of slippers, making her way on foot to the Benriya’s apartment, hurrying and trying to stop herself from thinking, letting her legs go to the set location by themselves.

She already had a spare key, so she got in the house, locking it, and made a beeline to Worick’s bedroom, opening the light and crouching next to him on the bed, poking his cheek and softly calling out his name to wake him up.

As soon as the man opened his eyes, he screamed in shock, being met with another pair of eyes so close to his face, and he used the blanket to shield his body from being exposed.

“Wh-What are you doing here, Y/N?” he asked, confused and surprised. “...Can I sleep with you tonight?” she muttered, standing up. “What happened, Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, his face washed with worry. “I’ve been having nightmares for years and I thought I was used to them...But these days it’s gotten so bad that I can’t sleep...I look like a zombie, I feel even worse...But I’m afraid to go to sleep because of another nightmare. I guess I didn’t want to be alone, you get me?” she tried to explain herself, but Worick needed no explanation - He understood her so much that it hurt. “Let me get proper sleeping clothes and-” he began, but the girl already turned off the light and got in bed with him. “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor, I had to see more genitals than I know how to count...And trust me, that’s not the best thing in the world.” she snorted, making herself comfortable in his embrace. “Okay, you got me. Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” he asked, playing with her hair soothingly. “No...I just want to sleep. Besides, it’s nothing that you don’t already know.” she sighed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, already feeling drowsy from his body heat. “I understand. I wish you sweet dreams, my dear Y/Nickname.” he planted a soft kiss on the top of her head, praying for at least her to have a restless night.

---

And that’s how many of their nights were spent, either Y/N sleeping over at theirs, or Worick sleeping at her place, having no inhibitions and no shame to get in each other’s room, just to ask for a hug or to cuddle to sleep.

Years passed quicker than imagined, and while they never spoke out to being together, everybody knew there was nothing that could pull them apart - Not his part-job as a Gigolo and neither her being busy most of the time with the clinic.

It was more confusing for poor new comer, Alex, a former prostitute that Worick and Nic saved from her abusive pimp. Ah, she was so confused about everything, obviously because of the pills, and because she never had anyone behaving with her normally and treating her like a normal human being, so she mistook some of the signs, believing that she was in love.

That was until one day when she found Y/N and Worick coming out of the same room and she freaked out, not having any idea how she managed to get there without her knowing. Well- Not that it was difficult to go past Alex, since she was a heavy sleeper...

But Nic having to explain that Y/N and Worick have been together since childhood was... An outright shock for her, who knew Worick for being a carefree Gigolo who doesn’t let emotional bonds get the best of him.

Even so, she found them cute together, and could see, at least hypothetically, how they lasted so long together.

At least in theory, since she doesn’t actually know that their feelings strings are unbreakable.

---

One night in particular was extremely bad for Worick, and he couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t even something that happened -  It was something based on a trauma he experienced, but much darker and more gruesome. Worick was shaken to the core.

Just like usual, he hurried to Y/N’s apartment and went to her bedroom, and upon entering, his mind almost seemed to forget every bit of agony he experienced, as her soft sleeping expression vanished everything in his mind.

Almost, but not quite.

The blue eyed man gently woke her up, kissing her forehead, caressing her face and calling her name until she fluttered her eyes open, which was pretty fast, considering she was a light sleeper.

She needed no explanation, she already knew what was going on.

She got up, gesturing to him to get in bed, undressed as usual, since that’s how he would sleep most comfortably, and taking out a music player and some scented candles, she played some soft jazz tunes, letting the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon sooth their senses.

Y/N took off her shirt, knowing how he needed body heat to be able to calm down and relax, and got in bed, hugging his head close to her chest, playing with his long, gorgeous hair, to help him fall asleep easier, while his arms were pulling her to him, caging her in a warm embrace.

“Thank you, Y/N. These damn nightmares are sure something else...” he muttered with a tint of annoyance in his voice. “I know, darling...I know...But I’m here for you. I’ll fight them for you.” she kissed his forehead once again, making him chuckle. “Well...At least one thing’s not bad from all this. I get to feel your soft chest...Ahhh, it’s like a cloud.” he giggled like a school boy, making the girl sigh, but grin nonetheless. “You’re such a dork, Wally.” she used her free hand to softly caress his arm and side, putting the blanket around their waist and back, so they won’t get a cold. “Admit it, you can’t resist this lovable dork.” he sniggered, making her hum in amusement. “I suppose that’s true. I love you, Wally.” she tightened his grip around him, and he did the same. “I love you too, Y/Nickname. I’m really happy that you came back.” he spoke in a voice, barely above a whisper. “So am I, Wally. So am I.”

Letting the music settle a peaceful atmosphere around the room, she unconsciously hummed a soft tune, along the music, as she played with the man’s hair until she herself fell asleep.

It wasn’t much that they did, but for them, every little thing meant the world.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Can you spoil more about Theo's route? After reading Vincent's route I can't wait to see his route in English server. I wish I knew Japanese...

I can.

I’ll give you a summary of Theo’s route below the cut, so for those zooming past BE WARNED. SPOILERS FOLLOW.

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STILL DOWN FOR HAVING THE WHOLE ROUTE SPOILED IN DETAIL???

SERIOUSLY - A GIANT WALL OF TEXT EXISTS BEHIND THIS CUT, ALL SPOILERS…

Theo’s route begins as I’ve mentioned before, with Theo convincing MC that her dream is just a dream and vampires aren’t real. She gets roped by Sebastian into taking food to Theo’s room the next day and catches a glimpse through his open door of a horrific scar on Theo’s back. When she tries to leave he catches her and tells her that since she’s seen his ‘secret’ (the scar nobody know about, not even Vincent) he’s going to make her work as his assistant for the month she’ll be staying so that he can keep tabs on her and make sure she isn’t going to blab.

The next chunk of his route is spent with her reluctantly tagging along as his helper as he goes about his business as an art dealer, drumming up interest for Vincent’s paintings and even sussing out a forgery (in a scene carefully crafted to make you go, ‘Wow I had no idea art dealers could be so badass’ - I appreciate the effort at least, Cybird) MC isn’t entirely excited about this arrangement or seeing the appeal of Theo’s work until he takes her to a studio of independent artists and talks a bit more about his mission to help them, and then he has her choose a painting from their works for him to sell, all on her own.

The thrill of doing so and seeing the artist’s situation definitely sparks her interest in his job and at the end of the day, he tells her to keep the painting and hang it in her room to remind her of this.

Things continue in this way, with her spending every day at Theo’s side and coming to understand a bit more of who he is and what he does, when one night he comes home late bloodied and beat up after an altercation with the Royal Academy’s art goons. As she presses him into letting her patch him up, he talks more about his dream for the future of the art world and how badly he wants to make it come true, and MC offers to help him with his vision however she can, clearly touching him.

They land a solo showing for Vincent and spend a lot of time preparing for that, picking out works and setting up the gallery, growing closer. At one point, they witness a robbery and hear a gunshot and Theo has a full-on anxiety attack, passing out, and when he comes to he finally admits some to MC how difficult of a time he’s had his whole life trying not to be envious of his brother having what he wanted - talent.

Eventually, Shakespeare comes around and manages to spill the beans to MC while Theo has stepped out that they actually are indeed vampires. She races home to test Shakespeare’s claims, finding that the rouge she thought was red wine is blood after all - and when Theo comes to find her she confronts him about his lie. He maintains that she didn’t need to know, and they argue, with MC eventually running out in near tears at her perceived lack of trust in the man she’s come to love.

Things are tense for a few days as he avoids her, but she keeps working towards their mutual goal of Vincent’s show. Then one morning, a few days before she’s set to go home, she finds the entire gallery on fire much to her horror. She runs in hoping to save at least something of their dream, and finds and rescues one of the paintings of a wheatfield that had seemed dear to Theo - but the building is engulfed in flames and she can’t get out. Then she sees Theo who has rushed into the fire, and he carries her out to safety and outside he crushes her in a hug and admits how terrified of losing her he was.

As he patches up her burns, they clear the air about their argument, and Theo drops a bombshell - he admits that he lied not just about the vampire thing (to keep her from being afraid) but also about the scar. He used it as a convenient excuse to keep her close and protect her while she was stuck there for a month, because he admits he feels responsible for her presence. He confesses that it was HIM, and not Napoleon, that saw her come through the door to the mansion first - and that he tried to get to her before it closed, so he could send her back home right away, but failed and has blamed himself for this ever since.

Some things about the gallery showing, the number of paintings, and other inconsistencies start to add up for MC though, and she eventually confronts Theo about them, leading to him confessing finally in a very emotional scene how he witnessed his brother’s death at the hands of Paul Gauguin and that he actually came back to life to seek revenge. The gallery showing, the places he disappears to on the weekends alone, all of it has been him trying to lure out the man he suspects is still alive (since this isn’t that long after their own ‘deaths’). They exchange a tearful kiss when MC confesses that she likes him and hopes he can move beyond his vengeance, and Theo admits he wants to as well.

MC and Theo begin dating, and Theo seems determined to try and forget his vendetta, but he can’t quite seem to - and when Shakespeare stirs the pot and tells Theo that Gauguin absolutely is alive and that he can’t have his revenge if he has any regrets, Theo decides to break things off with MC. He comes to her room and tells her she should go home when the door opens in the next couple of days, bluffing about how brief and shallow their relationship was, and she realizes she can’t make him want to be with her - but she asks him for one night together regardless and he sorrowfully agrees. They sleep together, and he tells her he hopes she’ll be happy, and after she’s asleep he leaves - but admits to her sleeping self that he does love her and can’t bring himself to involve her in his terrible plan.

The morning of Vincent’s show (which is now being held in a public park since the gallery was destroyed) MC and Vincent discover Theo is missing, and after seeing a lone painting of Gauguin’s set up, Vincent seems to understand everything. He and MC race to the cliffs where they find Theo murderously confronting a vampiric Gauguin, who gleefully admits to killing Vincent out of envy for his talent - and then accuses Theo of harboring the same horrible emotions. A distraught Theo finally admits to his brother that sometimes he hated him, and how lost he was when Vincent died. Vincent and MC try to talk Theo out of his revenge but it seems futile…and then Gauguin shoots Theo and he collapses, bleeding horrifically.

Vincent begs MC to give Theo some of her blood and she does, cutting her hand and feeding him enough for him to revive in a tearful scene as she berates him for breaking his promises to her. He confronts Gauguin again but this time admits that he doesn’t want to let hate rule his life anymore, and sends the man off. But he’s still grievously wounded, and as Theo tries to tell Vincent and MC how he really feels he collapses again, unconscious.

Shakespeare appears and as thanks for the ‘excellent show’ he helps Vincent carry Theo back to a doctor. As he’s being attended, SG and MC have a long conversation about what she wants to do when the door opens and her feelings for Theo, and after he wakes up Theo asks to see her and Vincent. He and Vincent clear the air after Theo’s heated admissions of envy, and then he sends his brother away to have a conversation with MC where he apologizes formally for breaking his word and lying to her, and begs her forgiveness.

We see Vincent’s show going off as planned with great success, the public setting accomplishing the van Gogh brother’s hopes of letting anyone see art, and Theo even drags himself there with a cane to see the results. Arthur reminds him to tell MC how he feels, before she leaves, and the next morning Theo comes to her room and takes her out to a place special to him (the wheatfields that remind him of where he and Vincent spent time as children) and admits how important she is to him and how he had always lived his life for someone else, never valuing himself until she came along, and that he knows he’s not the easiest person to love but he needs her. 

In his romantic ending, MC tells him she plans to stay, and Theo proclaims he can’t let her give up everything important in her life for him just like that. He insists that he will go to the future with her, for her sake and his own to see this brave new art world she lives in, and after an emotional parting between the brothers we see him adapting to the modern world no problem. He works as an art dealer still, and there is a cute smutty scene where MC asks him if he has any regrets about the choice he made and he assures her he doesn’t - he loves her and would always choose her.

In his dramatic ending, she tells him she’ll stay and he is surprised, but accepts. She continues her work as his partner, taking on more responsibility as they run the business together, and even running afoul of the Academy. Theo vows to protect her no matter what hardships they face as they work towards their dream, and compares her to one of the ‘life-altering masterpieces’ he’s searched for his whole life.  

[mustardyellowanti]

I.

Sebastian Oh Summer // Before Senior 

“Safe to say I think you have everyone else’s birthday present beat,” Finley commented, eyes glancing up to see Sebastian through the rearview mirror. Sebastian hummed pulling his earpods out, the low rumbled of one Anto’s favourite songs leaving his ears. She had decided to diversify Sebastian playlist with all her favourite songs and while Sebastian understood next to none of what was been said it was an easy listen. He glanced up at the elderly driver, Finley had been in his family for years, and over time he became more than just a simple chauffeur. He had been working for his mother since she in her late teens and now on the eve of her 45th birthday remained a trusted confidant to his mother and admittedly Sebastian.

“I don’t know if you asked certain people my presence is not a present at all,” Sebastian commented with a sigh looking out the window. While he had no issues about celebrating his mother’s birthday, he was unashamedly a mothers boy, but dealing with the rest of his family was never high on his to-do list. The rest of his mother’s family, the Vanderbilts, American royalty at its best were divided into blindly hating him because he was the heir apparent and the others sucked up to him for the exact same reason. Then there was his father and brothers, while there was no doubt his father was head over heels in love with his mother, his father didn’t share that same love for the fruits of their love. Sebastian’s father was all too happy to pretend Sebastian did not exist. His brothers weren’t too different, indifferent, borderline hateful of Sebastian all because he got everything they wanted without even trying.

“Who cares what certain people think?” Finley huffed, “No of them matter in the grand scheme of things, do they? You are coming back to surprise your mum and I know for a fact that she would be ecstatic that you here, probably going to end up crying when you step in the house,” he said. “Happy tears of course,” he tacked in causing Sebastian’s lip to quirk up in a small smile.

“As long as they are happy tears I guess I can handle the rest,” Sebastian said with a shrug. He was trying to come across as carefree as possible, fall back into the normal arrogance and aloofness he usually had but the growing pit in his stomach was hard to ignore and as they got closer and closer to the Hamptons.

“Of course you can,” Finley hummed. “Though once the tears are over your mum is going to be in full fret over Sebastian mode and then ofcourse its going to be a whole lot of people asking if you met their oh so wonderful daughter,” Finley said sounding far too amused. “Such a hard life you got there,” he teased. “I would offer my daughter but she has been married for the past 15 years, maybe granddaughter Lily,” he laughed.

“The five-year-old?” Seb laughed, “Well she might be more interesting than half the people at this party but I’ve got what another 20 years before I start dating girls half my age right?” he mocked. The men in this world are known for throwing their wealth around at younger women desperate enough to do anything to get ahead in life. He couldn’t fault the woman, if a man as rich as some of those men were and were dumb enough to get scammed then shame on them.

“Oh so you heard about Mister Langford, just turned sixty and his new wife turned 22 – “ Finley teased. “Lovely wedding, his kids looked like they really enjoyed it,” he laughed. “They were so in love with each other they forget to sign a prenup,” he added. Sebastian smirked he couldn’t only imagine how the Langford children would have reacted to that news. A murder was certainly on the cards, whether it be the kids getting rid of the 22-year-old obstacle or the 22-year-old obstacle getting rid of the old man who thought a little too highly of himself.

“Finn I am trusting you to off me before I ever end up like that,” Sebastian commented shaking his head. “Just make it look like an accident,” he said.

Finley snorted. “By the time you are at that age I am pretty sure I will be six feet under,” he said.

“What? No, you are a young lad,” Sebastian said biting back a smile at the way Finley rolled his eyes. “Besides you are like immortal anyway,” he continued.

“What? Who told you?” Finley said dramatically. “You can’t be telling rich old men that I found the secret to living forever they’d skin me on sight,” he joked. Sebastian snorted but dragged a finger across his lips to show his lips were sealed.

Silence fell over them once again, they were getting closer to the Hampton home. They were already on billionaire row, they’d be there in a few seconds. “You’ll be fine kid,” Finley spoke, Sebastian sat straight up straighter. He wasn’t a kid anymore and he highly doubted that he would be fine. “Don’t let them spoil your time here,” he said. “The last thing we need is them scaring you off, boy if you heard all the rants from your mother about you never been here –“ Finley shook his head.

“And here I thought you actually missed my company,” Sebastian teased. Finley’s lips quirked up into a smile.

  Sebastian sucked in a deep breath as he stepped into his parent’s Hampton home, while his Grandfather’s home was the classic Hampton house, his parents were more modern in design. To some people it was considered modest, Sebastian knew he could be a bit insensitive to those who didn’t have the same level of wealth as him but even he knew an 11,000 square foot home on roughly 3 acres of beachfront was not modest by any standard.

“Did you forget something, Irene? I gave you the night off,” Sebastian heard his mother call out, Irene was her assistant/house helper. She had always kept the families staff to a minimum believing it was better if people knew how to do the basics their selves. “Did Jac-“ his mother said stepping into the corridor turning to see Sebastian and freezing, maybe Finley had got it wrong, that didn’t seem like a happy reaction. Maybe he stayed away a little too long and somehow managed to alienate the one family member that actually loved him.

“Hi,” Sebastian waved awkwardly his voice croaking slightly as he spoke.

The noise that left his mother’s mouth could only be described as inhuman, she ran down the hall to where Sebastian stood pulling him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? How did I not you were coming? What happened to your trip with Theo? Is he okay? Is he here too? How did you get here? Oh my gosh,” she said frantically causing Sebastian to chuckle. “It’s so good to see you,” she whimpered burying her head into his shoulder. “Ugh when did you get so tall,” she said hitting his chest.

“Taller than you? Sometime after my tenth birthday,” Sebastian joked as his mother pulled back, “And I wouldn’t miss your birthday,” he said. “I know I am not –“

“Shhhh I know you are going to say some sort of nonsense so just stop,” his mother said quickly, eyes narrowing. “There will be no self-deprecating in the house thank you very much,” she said pointedly. “Now let’s get a drink and you can tell all about how you managed to keep this a secret from me,” she said grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen area.

“Hmm,” she said grabbing two glass flutes before looking back at Sebastian. “I guess since it’s my birthday, letting you having a glass of champagne wouldn’t be considered bad parenting,” she hummed.

“What happened to no self-deprecating, it hasn’t even been five minutes mother,” Sebastian teased. “And you’ve changed the marble benches,” Sebastian commented running his hand among the new, well new to him, Granite countertops.

“Yes, the marble had to go, to easy to stain,” His mother waved a hand dismissively. “The amount of time someone has knocked their glass of wine over,” she tsked. “Anyway, that is not important,” she said handing him a now full chute of glass. “I am not going to sit here and talk kitchen décor when my baby is home,” she said sitting down on a stool. “Now care to explain how I didn’t catch wind of this?”

“Well,” Sebastian said taking a sip of his champagne. “I wanted to surprise you so Finley and I planned this, Theo let me borrow his plane and well here I am,” he offered as his mum rolled her eyes.

“Of course it was Finn,” she hummed. “Well I think this is the best present I am going to get so I won’t be too hard on him,” she said. “How is Theo? You could have bought him along, you know he is always welcome,” she said with a soft smile. “Just like you are,” she tacked on. Seb hummed around his glass, if it was just his mum he’d believe it but considering his father was lurking around somewhere that wasn’t exactly true.

“I know,” Sebastian with a weak smile, “But I figured having the two of us surprise you might be a little too much so I left him partying with our classmates,” he shrugged. “But he has sent a gift, it’s probably already at our New York apartment,” he said.

“Well that is sweet of him,” she commented with a smile. “I am glad you have a friend like him when I was your age, I had a lot of trouble finding real friends,” she frowned clearly getting lost in her memories. “Ah look at me getting lost in things that aren’t important,” she said shaking her head. “Maybe I’ve already had too much champagne,” she said shaking her head. “Irene and I had a boozy lunch,” she explained.

“It’s almost your birthday, If you can’t overindulge in champagne then when can you?” Sebastian joked with a cheeky grin.

“Exactly,” His mother nodded before reaching over and pinching his cheek. “Look at those dimples,” she giggled. “I remember when I first found out I was having a boy, those dimples were the number one thing I hoped you inherited from your father,” she said. Sebastian’s face scrunched up as he removed his mother’s hands from his cheek. He already knew that if his father could he would remove any trace of his DNA from Sebastian’s body.

“Seb,” His mother said, eyes softening. She opened her mouth to say something more but stopped. Perhaps she had grown tired of trying to make excuses for her husband, lord knows Sebastian was tired of hearing them.

“It's fine,” Sebastian said with a wave of his hand, swallowing down the lump that was forming in his throat. “You’re being nostalgic, it happens when you have had too much champagne, that or your old age is getting to you already,” Sebastian teased watching the way his mum’s face contorted at the mention of age.

“Hey,” she laughed. “I know I taught you better than to talk to women about their age.”

[hhgossip]

HIDDEN HILLS WEEKLY ISSUE #2

In this issue of Hidden Hills Weekly, we are talking about the outrageous lives of our celebrities in the gated community! We talk about polyamorous lovers to concerts in your every own kitchen!

ISABELLE AMOR’S ADDING ON TO HER POLY LIFESTYLE?

For the past week, Isabelle Amor, 28 has been in New York filming her newest show, “Only Murders In The Building.” She has been seen up and down the busy streets, filming scenes and having fun on set but fans have noticed that the singer/actress is having too much fun with her co-star. The pair have been seen getting quite cozy with one another when the cameras cut. They have been seen with big smiles and sparkles in their eyes. It comes as quite a shock as Isabelle is in an unconfirmed relationship with country music stars Annika Baddie, 25, and Cameron Nelson, 26. You did read that right, Isabelle is dating Both Annika and Cameron. They are living a polyamorous lifestyle where three people are all seeing each other. 

Fans are wondering if Isabelle’s co-star is going to be added to her relationship with the country stars. Fans took it far enough to compare the relationship and pictures of Isabelle with her ex-boyfriends and current lovers to her new beau. Those pictures include her famous love story with James Hemmings, 27, with who they share one child together. Mateo Hemmings, 3. One fan stated on Twitter that - “Jelle is way more hotter than this! What is this?!” Along with the tweet was a shared picture of Belle with her co-star. While other fans tweeted that Belle looked happier with her two other loves. “Belle looks GLOWING with Ani and Cam! LET HER BE HAPPY!” Says another fan.

What do Annika and Cameron think about Isabelle potentially looking for another lover? What do you all think? Let us know!

WALLEN FATHERED A CHILD IN SECRET WITH MACKENZIE?

On February 26, 2021, the multi-talented actress Mackenzie Locklear, 23, told the world via Instagram that she had given birth on February 15th to a baby boy named Phoenix Finn Locklear. The actress went silent on all types of social media after the Sweetheart Dance we held on the 12th of this month until her huge announcement. We haven’t heard much about her birth but everyone is wondering who the father is. Mackenzie never said out in any interviews who the father of her son is but many people are assuming it’s Wallen Ward, 28, country singer. People are only assuming this as Mackenzie has been seen at many of Ward’s concerts in the past. She is either in the sound booth or she is backstage with everyone else. Wallen is currently married to Madeline King, 22, the youngest of the King Siblings. 

We have reached out to all parties but we got nothing but got declined to speak from Locklear’s team, but we heard nothing back from King & Ward’s team just yet. But we will keep you all updated on the matter when we get the word!

ODESSA’S NIGHTMARE!

On the day of February 18th, 2021, we got reports of Daniel Kaylan, 29, had left his household with his daughter, Heather without notifying her mother and his fiancée, Odessa Fitzpatrick, 27. We were told that the police were called on the scene as Odessa had no idea where her daughter had gone to and assumed she had gone missing. It wasn’t clear where Daniel had gone with Heather but one thing that was clear is the fact that Odessa was not having any of it when Daniel revealed that he was the one who took Heather and left. 

The couple just welcomed their third child, a son, into the world on the 14th of this month. Who they have not released the name yet. They also share another son, Wyatt, who is the oldest of the Kaylan Clan. 

Rumors had spread that Odessa had indeed got the police involved once she could not find Heather anywhere and Daniel had to come home to talk them himself to explain what had really gone down. We know for sure, this is something he will never do again and might spend the rest of the year in the dog house for this one! 

LOVE TRIANGLE IS STILL ON THE RISE!

Is 5 Seconds Of Summer’s guitarist still in love with a former groupie? The answer is unclear to many but also very clear to those around them! Spencer Stone, 25, used to sleep around constantly with Lanie Sinclair, 22, back when the band was touring for their album Sounds Good Feels Good. They currently share two children together, Lyric, 4, and Mercury, 2 months. Everything was going well between the two as co-parents before Spencer moved in with his girlfriend, Francesca “Frankie” Hart, 25. The house was already sold but Lanie ended up staying the night with Spencer the weekend before the big move and rumors have it that they have done more than just kiss that night. Sources had said that Sinclair left early in the morning with their daughter and her daughter, Lucina, 9 months, who she shares with her current boyfriend, Theodore “Theo” Dean, 26. Lanie was currently pregnant when she stayed the night.

Rumors only fueled even more as Lanie went off with Theo to Paris for nearly a month after giving birth to her son with Spencer. Theo was fresh out of an engagement with Nicole Hampton, 24, and Lanie was dealing with Spencer’s flip-flopping feelings for her. Sources had said in Aspen that Stone had made Sinclair cry more than once. Reports claim to overhear a fight between Spencer and Frankie as he admitted kissing Lanie. Witnesses say that Hart claimed to feel like she had been cheated on since Spencer agreed to father another baby with Lanie without talking to her about it first. This caused a huge rift between Hart and Stone in Las Vegas where Frankie walked out on him during blackout dinner. 

During the Sweetheart Dance, many eyewitnesses had said that the whole night Spencer couldn’t tear his eyes away from his ex-groupie while she danced with her former turned current boyfriend Theo. What will Frankie think about all of this? What does Theo think about all of this as well?

SCOTTIE’S FREE CONCERT!

The Model/Youtuber Scottie Blake, 27, made headlining news when she went live on Instagram the other night and totally forgotten about it! It went from attempting to make pasta for dinner into a full-on action concert for thousands of people unknowing to her. Many of her fans were delighted to see Scottie enjoying herself as she danced around her kitchen and sang her heart out to her favorite songs. They blasted through her speakers and we do not blame her for forgetting about being live! When you have great music taste like Scottie, it’s common to forget what you were doing and just want to have some fun. 

One fan wrote on Twitter, “LOOK AT HOW CUTE SCOTTIE IS!” With many heart emojis and a screenshot from the live. 

Although trolls were making fun of the model, many of Scottie’s fans were quick to defend her and one started out. “As if you don’t do this when you’re alone lmao bye” 

One thing is for sure, Scottie Blake, we need that album, and secondly, keep on dancing and never stop!

NICOLE HAMPTON IS TURNING TO A WRITER!

The rumors might be true! They might be false! But we do hope it’s true! Nicole Hampton, 24, had said it herself that she planned on writing a book called - “boy mom shit - you’ll be grey before thirty.” She then goes on to explain why she decided to write a book on parenting. It was because of her oldest son, Zeus, 6, who she shares with Derek King, 27. He was attempting to talk to his youngest brother, Asher, 4, who she shares with Brody Roberts, 30, to jump off his bed onto his skateboard so that he could ‘surf’ down the stairs. Luckily, Mama Hampton was quick to put that idea out of their heads and put their safety into their minds. Who knows what could have happened if she didn’t catch them in time!

As we are all parents in Hidden Hills, it would be so nice to hear what other parents have to go through. All children are wild, fun, and beautiful. They may drive us all up the wall but we do love them with all of our hearts! So, Nicole, we would love and buy your book! Give us a call when it’s about to be released! Don’t be shy now!

BRODY IS MOVING ON?!

Yes, you heard it here first! Brody Roberts says that he is ready to move on with his life and find that special someone! Our close sources say that he has come to terms with his ex-girlfriend, Nicole Hampton, 24 is moving on with her life and he is ready to do the same. As we stated in a previous story, the couple shares a son together, Asher, 5. The producer and director have been keeping a low profile recently but want to change that and step out more. We have to say that we’re excited to see Brody out and about again! 

People close to the director stated that he wanted to connect with someone and meet that special someone in an authentic way and is adamantly opposed to dating apps. We get it, we don’t want to be catfished in this household. We were told that he has been asking around for ideas of places to meet people and even may have asked a few people to join him on that adventure. We do not know who at this time but once we get more details, we will share them with you all!

[official-weasley]

Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, curse words, angst

CHAPTER 8

Charlie

“How’s your wing today, little buddy?” Aami took a step towards me and started blowing smoke out of his nostrils. “Okay. You’re not little anymore.” I giggled to myself. “You’ll always be a baby to me, Aami.”

I did a motion with my wand which made the dragon’s meal levitate from the ground and towards him.

“Do you think we can try and jump in the air?”

This was my technique to help him fly. Everybody lost hope already. I didn’t and I won’t. His wing might not be as it’s supposed to be but I believe he can do it anyway.

I levitated the steak a few meters above his head. From left to right. He was moving his tail behind him, curiously eyeing his meal.

“That’s it. You just have to want it enough.” I lifted the piece of meat higher. “I promise I won’t call you little anymore if you try and catch it!”

I know he couldn’t understand me but I didn’t care. I talked to all dragons. My teammates were making fun out of me all the time and they imitated me. The last time Theo did it, he almost got scorched by Ogto. We told him that his voice is simply too rough and that he should try a gentler approach. There was nothing more fun than to tease Theodore during work.

“You want it, Aami. I can see it in your emerald eyes, now try and jump. Don’t be afraid.” Sometimes I didn’t even recognize my own voice, how gentle it was when I was talking to him.

I was a sucker for him since he hatched.

“How’s parenthood treating you?” I jumped in the air, hearing the voice behind me.

I lost my concentration and the steak fell straight into the Fireball’s mouth.

“Peter. Now look what you did!” I frowned at him.

“Sorry, Charlie. I thought you heard me coming.” Peter couldn’t suppress his laugh.

“I was too busy concentrating.” I sighed, watching Aami chew on the big piece of meat.

“Still no luck?” Peter came closer.

“No.” I bowed my head. “I’ll keep trying.”

“I admire your determination, Fireball Mother.” He put a hand on my back. “I am certain that one day you two will succeed.”

“Thanks, Peter.” I smiled appreciatively.

They might’ve lost hope but at least they were still supportive.

“Your team needs your help, Charlie. Are you almost done here?” Peter suddenly remembered why he came to see me.

“I think he’s going to be just fine until dinner.” I glanced at the dragon. The steak already gone. “What’s up?”

“Rhylee has reasons to believe that Ren caught a cold.” Peter started to explain. “Theo, of course, went to check it out at once.”

“And let me guess, he got hurt?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Of course, he got hurt! He didn’t listen to Rhylee and Evan that we should wait for you and Ren sneezed right at him.” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose.

I pressed my lips together not to laugh. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind. I could see how Ren sneezes and blows Theodore backward.

“Did he forget that he’s a wizard and that he should use a stunning charm before doing something so risky?” I chuckled.

“What else!” Peter said and I followed him to Ren’s enclosure.

“I brought someone with brains!” Peter shouted when we approached the group.

“Andrew helped Theo to the Recovery Center.” John explained.

“Peter, you’ll have to help us.” I turned to him and he nodded.

“Alright!” I clapped my hands together. “Rhylee you distract Ren with a piece of meat. John, make sure he is following your every move. Peter, you help me immobilize him.” They all took their positions.

Rhylee went to Ren’s left side. John was standing right in front of him, while Peter and I slowly sneaked to the right side.

“Ready?” I whispered to Peter and he gave me a thumbs up.

Suddenly, the dragon took a few steps backward and started shaking his head frantically.

“He’s going to blow!” I shouted. “Shit!” John stepped back.

“Protego!” Shouted Rhylee and jumped in front of John right in time for Ren’s sneeze.

Green goo flew everywhere and I crossed my arms in front of my face to not get it in my eyes. We all started laughing when we saw the dragon’s confused face.

“Thanks, Rhylee.” John smiled at her.

“Don’t mention it.” She started getting the green substance off her clothes.

We finally managed to stun Ren and bring the Healers to check on him. They confirmed that he had a cold and gave us some medicine which we should mix into his water for a few days.

This has pretty much been the last few months. Rhylee has been working with us for 5 months now and to say that she was doing great was an understatement. Peter even joked that if I wasn’t so good at my job she would take over my position.

And I couldn’t even argue with him. She was amazing with dragons. I knew she loved them as much as I did but to see her working with them, taking care of them was something else. She was so gentle and careful with them as if they couldn’t swallow her whole. She was agile and always aware of her surroundings. She was basically the perfect Dragonologist.

Which, of course, was hell for me. I appreciated Peter hiring her because we needed someone like her on the team. Not that others weren’t doing a great job but when someone cares as much as she does, it just shows. However, it was torture getting to know her so well.

While we were working we didn’t have a chance to talk much, which was great. But just looking at her, observing her every move, and telling her what to do, has been hard enough. She did everything I told her without thinking twice about it and she did it flawlessly. She grew on me even more which was something I hate to admit because I knew it was wrong.

During the weekends she kept mostly by herself or she helped Tina in the Nursery. She, just like me, didn’t know how to take a day off. She asked for a free day once every 14 days and went back to England.

If all of her amazing work wasn’t enough for my poor heart and me already losing my mind, it was even worse when she joined us for a pint. I found out so many things about her that I wish I didn’t know.

She was a Bellefeuille at Beauxbatons and she was both a Prefect and a Head Girl. We all agreed that she was sorted in the right house as she really was brave and loved nature and she cares strongly for her friends. She proved that to us on several occasions during her time here and the boys loved her.

She has a pet Kneazle named Beau which is currently living with her roommate Lyla, back in England. Her parents insisted that she goes to Beauxbatons even though they lived in Britain. She applied to work in the Peruvian Dragon Sanctuary but her application was denied so she accepted the job at Gringotts.

If I thought she was amazing when I first met her, then I don’t know what the word for her is now. I was falling for her and I was falling hard. I tried not to think about her and to hide my feelings as much as I could. The guys teasing me about it every time she wasn’t around didn’t help my cause.

The only good thing about the whole situation was that we were never alone and if we were, we never talked about anything else than work. I also noticed that we got more relaxed around each other and that awkwardness we had between us the first couple of weeks finally went away. I hate to admit it but we were becoming really good friends and I don’t know how I feel about that.

—

“I just don’t understand why they have to be such pushovers.” John rolled his eyes. “If I wanted to be bossed around I would’ve invited my mother for a visit.” Theo added.

“They’re researchers. They’ll never change.” I calmed them down.

It was the time of the year again. May. The mating season and each year we were losing our minds. Besides the teams that took care of dragons, we also had researchers. Those observed our work and wrote papers about it that were later published in magazines. They always intervened in our business but the mating season was the worst. They were worst to deal with than mother dragons.

“Every year’s the same!” John didn’t stop complaining. “Why don’t you put them in this habitat? Can you put them together! Why did you do it like this?” He imitated them.

“Why don’t they go up the hill and stick something up their arses!” Andrew took a sip of his beer.

“Then who would write reports about that?” They all laughed at my question.

“Charlie?” We all looked up, Rhylee standing in front of us.

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you?” She said, biting her lip.

“Sure.” I took a sip of my Fire Whiskey, ready to listen to what she has to say.

“In private.” I almost bit in my glass at her words.

She looked embarrassed and nervous at the same time.

I could feel the eyes on me, the guys waiting for what I was going to say back to her. I decided to ignore them and just stood up. She grabbed my hand, something I neither expected nor was okay with because my heart went crazy at her touch. She dragged me away, behind a nearby hut and made sure nobody was around.

“I have something to tell you.” She whispered.

“Obviously.” I tried lightening the mood.

Why was she so nervous?

“I…” She pursed her lips together and looked like she was about to cry.

“Hey, hey.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Rhy, what is it, you’re scaring me.”

“I got a letter today from one of my ex co-workers, Lizzie.” She started to explain. “She told me that Kyan, the Ukranian Ironbelly, failed to protect one of the vaults a few days ago and went berserk. He hurt 3 Bank workers in the process and the people trying to get past him succeeded in breaking inside the vault.” Her lip started trembling.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to hug her and stroke her hair and calm her down but I would cross too many boundaries doing so, so I just tightened the grip on her shoulders.

“They are going to execute him, Charlie.” She burst into tears and buried her head in my shoulder. “The Ministry said that they can’t tolerate such a disobedient dragon and they want to get rid of him.”

My heart sank. I knew how much she loved those dragons. They meant everything to her. They were her family and now one of them is going to be murdered. I hugged her awkwardly. My mind completely blank. What am I supposed to say in this situation? This was terrible. They can’t just execute a dragon without any proof!

“Is there anything we can do?” I asked softly.

“The team I worked with will appeal for a trial. If they succeed they will be able to provide evidence that it wasn’t the dragon's fault.” She sobbed.

“Isn’t that obvious without proof?” She pulled her head back and looked at me.

We were too close for my liking. I could feel her breath on my cheek.

“That’s what I said to myself when I read her letter.” She said, astonished that I thought the same. “You know the Goblins don’t care for the dragons and if this one gets executed they can just get a new one.” Tears started running down her cheeks again.

“What am I supposed to do, Charlie?”

Rhylee, please stop looking at me like that!

Her eyes were big and puffy and hopeful.

“I…” I swallowed hard. I hope she couldn’t feel my heartbeat through my shirt. “We’ll ask around the Sanctuary. Perhaps somebody might be able to help us. Maybe someone here knows the law and can help us build a case.” I tried smiling as much as my muscles allowed me while being as stiff as I was because we were still embraced.

“You would help me build a case?” She finally pulled away.

“Of course. I know how much those dragons mean to you even if you don’t work with them anymore.” I reassured her. “Every creature’s life matters.”

“You’re the best, Charlie!” She jumped in my arms again.

Since when were we hugging so much?

“There’s something else.” She whispered after a few moments of silence.

I only hummed.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think straight. The sweet smell of her shampoo filled my nose and I was thinking of any way how I could take a deep breath without her noticing. I felt like suffocating.

We went for a run a few times together over the last month and last week we actually talked about something else than work. It was nice. I was always having a nice time with her even if we were just sitting in silence. I felt us becoming good friends and I’m glad she came to me with this but the hugging was definitely new and I was too deep to handle it properly.

“I did something terrible and probably illegal.” Her words were my chance to pull away from her.

“What?” I chuckled.

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. What could she possibly have done that it was illegal?

“Come with me.” She grabbed my hand again, making my heart skip a beat and dragged me to her hut.

She unlocked the door and invited me inside.

I was never at her place before. It was definitely neater than mine. I did clean but my stuff was everywhere and I never made my bed. She had flowers everywhere and even though it was dark outside, her place looked way brighter than mine.

My eyes stopped on the big box in the middle of her living room. Is this was she was talking about? She slowly approached the box and kneeled next to it. She gestured for me to come and join her.

“Rhy, what…” She stopped me by putting a finger over my lips.

I froze.

I will lose it if she keeps touching me like this.

“He’s probably sleeping.” She said, her voice barely audible.

“He?” I whispered.

“Do you remember the albino dragon I worked with?” She asked.

“How could I forget.” I replied.

“Lizzie wrote to me a few months back that they got another Swedish Short-Snout.” She started to explain. “They thought that the one already at Gringotts was a boy so they got another boy. It turned out that they were wrong.”

“Dash is a girl?” I put a hand over my mouth as I said that a tad too loudly.

She nodded. I narrowed my eyes at her and looked at the box and back to her.

“Rhy, what’s in the box?” I said slowly.

“Look for yourself.” She squinted.

I turned to the box and slowly opened it. It was a baby albino Swedish Short-Snout. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. It finally happened! My wish to see an albino dragon came true. This was amazing. Merlin’s beard was he a beaute! I was in love!

I shook my head snapping out of it. This was a serious situation.

“What is he doing in the middle of your living room?” I pursed my lips at her.

“Sleeping?” She said with the most innocent grin on her face.

“Rhy. Tell me what you did.”

“They don’t tolerate baby dragons in Gringotts, Charlie.” She bowed her head. “They don’t have a nursery down there like we have here. Lizzie was the one who spotted the eggs and managed to steal one before the Goblins noticed. She wanted to save more of them but there was simply not enough time.” I could see tears gathering in her eyes again.

“I snuck out a few days ago and went to get him. I thought that once he’s here, we could give him a proper home.”

Boy did she know how to melt my heart. Her big eyes, pleading me to do something. To say something encouraging.

“We’ll find Peter first thing in the morning and tell him.” I said.

“What? No! I told you this in confidence!” She stood up and started pacing around the living room.

She was adorable.

“Relax.” I giggled. “Do you really think this is the first time someone smuggled an illegal dragon to the Sanctuary?”

“It’s not?” She stopped.

“When my brother Ron was in his First year my friend Hagrid who works at Hogwarts got himself a dragon egg and Ron wrote to me if we could take him in. We brought him here and Peter dealt with the paperwork. I swear that guy can make anything look legal.” I laughed and stood up.

I walked to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. This was allowed now, right?

“We’ll tell Peter and he’ll deal with the administrative work. We’ll settle the little guy in and that’s it.” I lifted her chin so that her eyes met mine.

That was a bloody mistake. I need to make a mental note to never do that again. Her eyes were so full of emotions. She was on the verge of tears but I think this time, they were happy tears. She looked so thankful, so appreciative. I couldn’t handle it.

“That’s it?” She said in a whisper.

She was blown away at how easy the whole thing was. I nodded and gently pulled away.

I would panic if I wasn’t in a similar situation a few years ago. I went straight to Peter then and I was a nervous wreck when I explained everything. He calmed me down and told me that he’ll take care of everything as long as the dragon gets transported here without anyone seeing it.

“Is the dragon here?” Her curiosity got the better of her.

“He is.” I smiled. “I was sad when he was assigned to another team last year but I go and see him at least once or twice per week. His name is Norbert but the researchers think he might be a girl so we will have to rename him.” I chuckled and looked back at the now opened box.

“You did the right thing, Rhy.” I gazed at her and walked to the box. Her eyes told me that she wanted to meet Norbert. She has been here since September but she didn’t have the pleasure to meet all the dragons yet even though I knew she wanted to. “He’ll do just fine here.” I reassured her.

I didn’t need to stand next to her to feel her body relax. She was so worried about what I would say upon seeing what’s in the box. Perhaps she even thought I would be angry or that she would be fired but we don’t do that here.

You bring a dragon, we give it a home. It’s that simple.

I was happy I was the one who she decided to tell her secret to but at the same time, I started liking her even more because of it. She went through all this trouble to save this baby dragon. She could get fired or even imprisoned by the Ministry if they found out.

But she took the risk. She didn’t care. She just wanted to save one egg and make sure that he gets a home. She didn’t worry about herself. She put dragons first and I admired her for that more than anything. I would’ve done the same. Heck, I would probably fly there on a broom in the middle of the night just to get at least one egg to safety.

I know she felt bad that she couldn’t save more of them. I know if it was up to her, she would’ve saved them all. And I know that deep down, she blamed herself for leaving because perhaps if she was there, things might’ve gone differently. It was insane how similar we were when it came to that and I didn’t need her to tell me these things, I just knew they were in her head.

She waited for me in front of my hut the next morning. We went to find Peter at once and informed him of the situation. He gave Rhylee a similar speech I did and told her that everything was going to be okay. He ordered me to get my team so we could safely transport the little guy to the habitat with other younglings.

John, Theo, and Evan helped Rhylee and me to get him through the door, while Andrew went to get the Healing team and Tina to do a check-up. After we were done, I sent my team to do our usual feeding routine, while I stayed with the little guy. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. If Aami saw me he would’ve scorched me out of jealousy.

I couldn’t believe we had an albino in the Sanctuary and Rhylee and I have been debating names all morning during breakfast. So far we came up with DJ which stands for Dash Junior, Ally, Bean, and Zyon. Of course, I would let her name him because she was the one who brought him here and was going to train with him like I was doing with Aami.

I am not going to lie, I was a bit jealous she would be able to spend all this extra time with him. But I knew it’s better that she does it because I knew I would spend half of the time just staring at him. He looked just as I imagined Dash when Rhylee described him when we first met. White scales with reddish ones on the tip of his tail. He had red eyes and we couldn't wait for him to get older so we could see if his eyes are going to change color as Dash’s did.

—

Rhylee got a letter a few days after she told me about Kyan that they will hold a trial for him. With enough evidence, we could send them an application and apply as custodians meaning Kyan would become a part of the Romanian Sanctuary family of dragons.

We spent the next week asking around if anyone knows anything about creature trials and how to appeal a case to the Ministry. Nobody really knew how to help us and a lot of people recommended a library.

She corresponded with Lizzie regularly, to give her any information that she could about how we can approach this and what papers we would need to fill out to be allowed to do this. The biggest problem was, that there was no evidence that the dragon was attacked or why he didn’t protect the vault but hurt the Bank workers instead and let the attackers escape.

Lizzie told Rhylee that they did a check-up on him and didn’t detect any kind of unusual or recent magic on him that would indicate that the group he let pass enchanted him in any way. All odds were against us but Rhylee didn’t lose hope. I admired her for that.

She reminded me of myself when everyone told me that Aami wasn’t going to make it. That he was too small to survive without a mother. I didn’t give up on him and I believed that he would survive. He still might not be able to fly but he is doing just fine. He is healthy and cheerful and he loves to play even though he’s nearing adulthood now.

[buffyversefanfiction]

Slayer of Slayers

Warnings: I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

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Part Three: Slayer Supervision

Faith Lehane walked into the room within the Hyperion Hotel that she had made her own every time she came to Los Angeles, walked over to her bed, and pulled a rucksack out from under it, before proceeding to open the bag and pull out her favorite knife, the one Buffy stabbed her with, the one she eventually returned to Faith, and as she began looking the blade up and down she was filled with a dreaded sense of nostalgia as she remembers how much blood she had spilled with this knife, fearing she would soon be spilling more with it. “He has really got to you, hasn’t he?” Angel asked as he walked into the slayer’s hotel room. “Faith, this Theo is not you nor is he the past you, he is something else entirely and if we have to kill him that does not make you the rogue slayer again…” “Doesn’t it? How come I get a second chance at getting this right and he doesn’t? We do not know how hard his life has been? How he came to be in that dive bar full of all kinds of monsters, maybe he was brainwashed or maybe he’s just like us and got lost along the way, maybe he just needs saving like what you did for me.” Faith replied, admitting her reluctance to fight Theo. “And you did me…” Angel said with a sincere smile. “If you think he can be saved then I hope we get the chance to save him…” “Angel…” Faith began to say only to be interrupted by Illyria storming into the room. “I found your so-called slayer of slayers I do not even think he is trying to hide…strange he is meant to be this fearsome foe and I would not underestimate him but all I sense from him now is sadness,” Illyria announced. “I think it may be somewhat kind to put him down now…and I do not know how I feel about that.” Faith could not help but feel guilty over Theo’s misery as she had found herself forming a strange bond with the rogue slayer, she had only met him and Tobias briefly, but it was enough time to realize how much they really cared for each other, and Faith knew how rare something like that was. Things were far simpler for her when she was the one on team bad killing and pretending not to care about a damn thing but despite the complications that came with redemption, she had something now which she had never had before, and that was friends, friends who helped her fight her darkness, and friends who had her back, whereas she suspected Theo only ever truly had Tobias and now he was gone. Faith found herself caring for this stranger far more than she had ever cared for a stranger before, there was a kinship between the two that she could not deny, and because of this, she wanted nothing more than for Theo to have a chance at true redemption, a chance she hoped she could give him…

“If you think you are the only one with surprises slayer then think again!” Theo declared as Faith, Angel, and Illyria walked into an abandoned warehouse, somewhere within the city limits of Los Angeles. “If anything, your surprise was half expected but what I have in store will blow all of your minds.” “What are you human? Your slayer like but not slayer like, there is something more to you than the average blood bag.” Illyria questioned the rogue male vampire slayer. “If I have to break every bone in your body then reassemble you to find out then I will.” “Oh, I’m a slayer alright but unlike the others, I chose my path, I chose this power, and if anything, I am the only true slayer since the first.” Theo willingly revealed to them. “How do you choose to be a slayer? How is that even possible?” Faith wondered. “A witch casting some spell does not make you a slayer it just makes you lucky.” “It’s a little more complicated than that Faith, if we had more time, I’d have told you not only what I am but who I am…the who being far more important in this story,” Theo replied, being as cryptic as possible. “There’s only one of you and three of us,” Angel stated, giving the guy a chance to hand himself over to them, but within seconds vampires began walking in from all the different entrances of the abandoned warehouse. “These bloodsuckers will take mere seconds to kill.” Illyria declared before turning to Faith. “How about you show the petulant man-child what a slayer really is?” As Illyria and Angel charged towards the vampires and began fighting, killing, and slaying their opponents with a little too much ease for Theo’s liking, Faith charged towards Theo beginning a fight between the two slayers, one that Theo managed to hold his own in rather well as he delivered almost as many punches and kicks to Faith, as she did him, proving to be quite a match, but before long Faith got the better of the rogue slayer making it clear she was far stronger than him and victoriously slammed him to the ground before pulling out her infamous knife from her pocket. “It does not have to go down like this kid.” Faith told Theo as she stood above him, knife in hand, while Theo lay on the ground looking at his army being slaughtered easily by Angel and Illyria, knowing he was defeated. “Just kill me already…I’d rather dance in hell with my Tobias again than ever give in to a slayer!” Tobias shouted at Faith, only to be met by the blunt end of Faith’s knife, as she used it to knock the slayer of slayers out cold. “Lucky for you I’m not a killer anymore.” Faith declared, knowing she had just won the fight without having to get her hands bloody.

After keeping Theo held up in the cage within the basement of the Hyperion Hotel, one once used for Angelus, Faith made arranges with Giles to come to pick him up and take the rogue slayer to the Giles and Harris Rehabilitation Centre for the Supernatural, a place established by Rupert Giles and Xander Harris intended to rehabilitate rogue slayers and the odd supernatural creature. Faith knew Theo would be in good hands with Giles, the watcher she wished she had from the start, knowing his center had helped many struggling slayers get back on their right paths but if Theo was truly going to be rehabilitated at some stage, he would, of course, need to want it and that was something that Faith feared would never happen. “Not going to lie when you pulled up in that big ass truck, I got immediate flashbacks of the watchers' council trying to take me in for their version of slayer rehab, but I know you’re a better guy than any of them plus it helps to have slayers on the side at your center, slayers helping slayers and all that, like a sisterhood, except now I guess we have a brother too.” Faith admitted to Giles as the two of them stood in a random parking lot, standing to the side of the truck that Faith had mentioned, a truck that had Theo tied up inside. “You are by far the biggest rogue turned redeemed slayer success story Faith never forget that I would probably never have even considered opening a place as this had you not shown me the amazing capacity one can have to truly change. Look at you’re now the number one girl in demand saving lives all over the place, like the true hero I knew you could one day be.” Giles gushed showing fatherly pride towards the slayer whom he had grown closer and closer towards over recent years. “So, what happens with the boy now? I mean we still don’t know how he is a slayer if he is even a slayer and that whole dormant power thing Illyria was talking about has sure got my interest peaked.” Faith quizzed the former watcher, eager to learn more about the mysterious Theo. “We will do all that we can to help him but I’m afraid our progress entirely rests on him some slayers have good turnaround but then others stay for a long time…perhaps too long but there’s nowhere else for the dangerous ones except under supervision by those who are just as strong if not stronger than them,” Giles informed Faith. “I can tell you really want this one to be a success story all I can promise you is that I will try my hardest to make that happen not only for you but for him too.”

Rupert Giles kept his promise to Faith and over the next few weeks he tried relentlessly to get through to the first male slayer Theo, hoping to break through to him, and find out what it was that Faith saw in him worth saving, but he only got games, awkward flirting, and more games, as Theo refused to break at the hands of the former watcher, or less surprisingly his no so silent business partner Xander Harris who had his construction company help build the rehabilitation center at a reasonable family discount, and had now thought himself something of a therapist but was mostly put up with by the slayer bodyguards because he’d always show up with hot beverages and bakery delicacies. And so, to keep his promise to the vampire slayer, Giles decided to call in a certain redheaded witch who knew a thing or two about coming back from the darkness herself, Willow Rosenberg, best friend to Xander Harris and the infamous vampire slayer Buffy Summers. “I am sorry about the shackles and everything, but you do have super strength and I guess the people working here have to got to have some sense of security.” Willow apologized to Theo as she walked into the prison-style interrogation room where she found Theo handcuffed to the table with chains around his feet. “This place is the best for you even it does feel like a prison…oh boy I never noticed how prison-like this place really was.” “I’ve been in worse prisons in my time although they did not have fancy slayer proof chains that’s for sure, I guess you’re the next interrogator, shame I enjoy the flirting with the old man, but I suppose you are better than that goof with the donuts…admittedly good donuts,” Theo replied to the witch, as he looked her up and down, examining her in her mind, beginning to form the guess that this could be the all-powerful Willow Rosenberg. “Giles is a good guy no he is a great guy the greatest, you’re in perfect hands here, I do not know what you have been through or what led you to hunt down your own kind, but I want you to know we are going to do everything we can for you,” Willow stated with discomfort, trying to hide her own queries about the place that Giles and Xander had set up. “So, you lock me up for hunting my own kind but you lot imprison your own at least my damage on them ends quickly where I guess this little operation here does a lot of damage on the weaker minds, but you do not have to worry about me my mind is perfectly intact,” Theo responded, not sold on Willow’s attempts to sell him this place. “So, tell me, Theo, where did you get your name, have you got the last name, I mean of course you have the last name, where did you grow up, who are your parents?” Willow questioned the rogue slayer, eager to get some answers from him. “Here’s the thing red you seem super cute and everything you know for a witch for the tendency to flay people alive, but I am not going to sit here and spill the details about how I wound up slayer of slayers. Now had Buffy herself had the courage to face off with me then maybe I’d be more willing to spill my guts.” Theo answered her, now knowing from the quirky attitude, and the signature red hair, that this was the Willow he had been described. “So, how about you let me go before I have to go all prison break up in here leading to me killing a bunch of your friends maybe even the old man too.” “Are you seriously telling me you have no remorse about killing all those people, slayers, humans, innocent lives that you ended?” Willow snapped at the rogue slayer, refusing to believe he had no remorse. “You will not be leaving here until there is proof that there is some kind of soul still inside of you Theo and if we cannot find it then consider this place your new home!” “Do not sit there and tell me you did not feel the thrill of literally ripping the skin of a man who took the love of your life from you, the pleasure you got in revenge. Sure, it is easy being all remorseful now that you got your revenge, but I still have people to die before I get my peace, and thanks to everyone involved in taking me here, I

now have even more to add to that list.” Theo admitted to her, unintentionally revealing to the redheaded witch that something had to have happened to him to make him want to seek out revenge in the first place. “I am not proud of the person I became when I lost her…and yes I enjoyed every minute of my revenge but once I got it, there was nothing…I still did not have her and all I did was bloody my hands and betray the ones I love.” Willow said as tears began forming in her eyes. “Whatever revenge you are seeking is not worth it because even if you do get it, then what? Vengeance eats you up until that is all that is left of you and then when it leaves you well, that is when you are truly alone.” “Vengeance was not everything I had…I used to have him.” Theo replied, surprising Willow by opening to her, clearly showing he understood some of the pain she was feeling. “I was happy once, living the boring suburban life and then everything changed…I never thought I would ever be happy again but Tobias, he loved me so intensely, with all of his heart, he showed me love like never before, and then that blue-haired bitch took him from me.” “The fact that you loved him, the fact that you still loved him shows there is some goodness in you and clearly he saw it too. I do not pretend to understand vampires and their souls but if you two were able to love each other then neither of you could be truly evil because true evil does not feel anything let alone love.” Willow advised the rogue slayer, believing she was getting through to him, as she started to see in him what Faith had seen. “I am sorry he was taken from you nobody should have to go through that pain!” “Thanks for the pep talk witch but you either release me now or this prison is about to get bloody!” Theo warned Willow, hiding back behind his virtual mask, hiding his vulnerability which he thought of as nothing but weakness.

After attempting to get through to him and failing, well at least partially failing, Willow walked out of the so-called counseling room, which was clearly more of an interrogation room, and walked into a nearby hallway to find Faith there stood anxiously waiting for Willow’s appointment with Theo to be over, as Willow realized just how involved Faith was becoming in this case. “He has definitely read the rogue slayer playbook that you created in another world he could be the Chucky doll to your Tiffany despite all the weird romantic stuff considering he’s a gay guy and you are not a dude,” Willow mumbled to the slayer as she walked over to greet her. “Oh god, now I’m going to be having wacky nightmares about you and him in doll form trying to kill me.” “Nice to see you too Will but can we just get to the part where you tell me all you got out of the troublemaker?” Faith asked the witch, eager to get new information on the latest rogue slayer. “I think he needs to talk to somebody, and I do not mean any of us, somebody with an actual license in psychology. I get the whole dangerous thing but the person in there that I just met is someone deeply hurting like you were…I am so sorry we did not see how badly you were hurting back then.” Willow revealed to her, as she apologized for failing the rogue slayer many years ago. “Maybe Giles can get a psychiatrist up in here or something?” Faith suggested as she looked around the place that she had found herself in. “This place seems more prison-like than actual prison but at least they had doctors and everything.” “I am going to find out everything I can about Theo, cast some spells, locate family, find records of his life, there must be some kind of paper tracks I can find to find out who he was and what made him who he is now,” Willow said, reassuring her friend that this rogue slayer was not beyond saving. “Thanks, Willow.” Faith replied genuinely. “Hey, you have been a one-man army since Buffy went all recluse on us all and with Xander and Dawn busy co-parenting baby Joyce since their split you have kind of been my most frequently in touch friend lately,” Willow admitted to Faith making it clear that she appreciated Faith just as much as Faith appreciated her, showing how far the former enemies had come since the days of Sunnydale High.

Theo may have been in the so-called rehabilitation center for a few weeks now but they were far from wasted weeks, while they tried to work him out he was busy working out the layout of the player, the techniques of the slayer guards, eying up the weaknesses of not only the people within this prison but the building itself and as he sat in his literal prison cell bed bouncing a small bouncy ball against a wall he knew his escape would be soon. “If your master plan is to continuously bounce that ball against the wall until it breaks then I have nothing to fear about you breaking out of this place.” Faith told Theo as she walked up to the gates of his prison cell. “I hear there’s more than just slayers went bad up in this place and yet I’ve not seen a single vampire, demon, or anything non-human looking here,” Theo replied, noting the double standards of the place that claimed to be for all things supernatural. “I guess you got to look human or it’s straight to the slaying for you guys which sounds about right. You know there are more monstrous humans in this world than there are evil creatures…you cannot tell me every demon you’ve met was evil and yet there is not even one here to be rehabilitated.” “This is not my prison not my rules but if it was, I’d have everything scaly, hairy, or whatever up in here, minus the actual monsters I mean I am not a saint.” Faith told him, making it clear she didn’t entirely disagree with him. “But right now, you should consider yourself lucky that this place’s rules benefit you!” “After the carnage, you caused to me and my people…to my Tobias, you should consider yourself lucky that there are slayer-proof bars on this cell standing between because even if you were able to take me, I’d make damn sure you died with me!” Theo threatened his fellow slayer, once again living up to his reputation as the slayer of slayers. “Listen up you little brat I do not know why I give a damn about your redemption but somehow I do, and I tend to stop at nothing to get what I want so I will get through to your psychotic ass and one day you’ll be thanking me not threatening me.” Faith responded, keeping her cool, making it clear there was nothing he could say to discourage her in her mission to save his soul. At that moment Theo hated Faith, the slayer who came between him and his beloved Tobias leading to the death of the love of his life, but he still respected her nonetheless, she was a badass bitch who seemed to fear nothing, and most of all she and Illyria, her lover’s actual killer, were the only ones so far to beat him in a fight, and he looked forward to one day beating them both, and avenging Tobias’ death.

After her latest altercation with the rogue slayer, she could not find herself to give up on, Faith had agreed to meet Willow at a nearby dinner, Willow remaining rather cryptic about what she had found out, and why she needed to meet away from Giles’ little prison operation and after a twenty-minute ride on her motorbike Faith met up with the witch in a diner that was completely empty of people except for Willow who was sat at a booth holding a cup of coffee, eagerly awaiting the slayer. “Either you certainly have a way with words with folk or you super witched everyone right out of this place.” Faith assumed as she walked over to Willow and sat down next to her. “I’m assuming the latter considering your going all secret spy on me.” “I started off running Theo’s DNA through a criminal database which I swear is getting easier and easier to hack into as the years go by, and I found a bunch of aliases he went by until a clearly fake birth certificate led to me to the people who raised him from a baby right up until their suspicious deaths which judging by the crime photos I managed to get my hands on tells me they were killed by vampires.” Willow impressively revealed her findings to a stunned Faith, who could not believe that she had discovered all this in such a short space of time. “So, here’s when things get uber wacky, I did a blood finding spell from some blood samples Giles had acquired from him to see if there were any living relatives that could help us get through to him…” “Have I ever said how much I love the fact you’re the smartest person I ever met I mean you are pretty super even without the magic?” Faith complimented her friend, eager to learn more about the mysterious Theo. “So, who did you find if you found anyone that is?” “Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers, Hank Summers,” Willow replied, shocking Faith by her revelation. “And no, he is not some long-lost brother or some distant cousin he is Buffy’s son, the one who should only be about a year-old right about now.” “Holy shit!” Faith stated in a sense of disbelief. “When we lost him in that emergency portal that you created, we didn’t lose him to some other dimension we lost him to the past. So, you are telling me Buffy’s son grew up in the past and is now a twenty-something psychopath clearly out to kill his mother…now that’s messed up even for us!” “We all failed him as a baby…especially me I mean I created who he is today by shoving him through that damn portal!” Willow confessed, feeling all the guilt for what they were forced to do. “Buffy will never forgive me for this, I will never forgive me for this!” “Will, we had the whole of hell chasing us wanting the miracle child, we were out-numbered and out of ideas if you did not magic up that last-minute portal, he would have died that night for real and so would the rest of no doubt…or worse we’d live knowing we couldn’t save an innocent child, Buffy and Angel’s son.” Faith responded to Willow, making it clear to her that nobody was innocent that night, but they all did what they thought was best for Buffy’s son, who they know realized was none other than Theo himself. Suddenly, Faith’s determination to get through to him, Angel’s feeling of familiarness towards him, and Illyria’s claims of hidden power, all of it made sense to both Faith and Willow, he was the son of a slayer and a vampire with a soul, Angel had recognized his own son without even knowing it, and Faith’s guilt over him as a baby had transported onto the adult version. Last year they were forced to take drastic actions in order to protect Buffy and Angel’s child from the rest of the world, a child that logically should never have existed, and yet he did anyway, but deep down neither Faith, Willow, or Buffy ever got over the guilt of those actions and now that Faith and Willow learned the result of them, and how it molded that innocent child into becoming Theo, they were more determined than ever before to get through to the rogue slayer.

However, Theo had no plans of being rescued, in fact, he was planning to rescue himself from the Giles and Harris Rehabilitation Centre for the Supernatural which to him was just fancy words replacing prison to help make those working there feel better about themselves and sure a prison for the supernatural made a lot of sense, but just call it a prison already. And so, the rogue slayer kicked off his escape plan by simply bouncing the bouncy ball harder and harder against the wall, now standing closer to his prison cell gates knowing that the nearby slayer powered guard was growing more and more annoyed by the irritation until she could not take it any longer. “Cut it out already!” The female shouted as she marched over to Theo’s prison gates, playing into his plans as he grabs his little rubber ball and launched it straight into the woman’s throat and as the slayer began choking it caught the attention of another one of the guards but before the other guard could come to the woman’s rescue Theo grabbed the choking guard in towards him, snapping her neck with all the force in his hands, before swiping the keys out of the guards pocket and throwing her now lifeless body to the ground, as he used the other guards' shock and terror to quickly unlock his gate and walk out of his cell. As the stunned slayer came to her senses, she quickly charged towards her colleague’s callous killer only for Theo to get the better of her with a single punch before he lifted her body and threw it against the prison bars, the guard crashing off them before hitting the ground with full impact before the slayer of slayers quickly turned his attention towards the other rogue slayers being held captive there. “I am not much of a team player, but I am going to let you all free, kill whoever stops you from getting your freedom and make sure as hell if you get caught you at least slow these bastards down so I can make my escape!” Theo shouted down the prison hallway to all the prisoners he knew were on this floor, determined to cause as much carnage as possible.

After unlocking many prison gates himself he then let the other slayers take over the prison break duties as Theo quickly began his own escape plan, ditching the others as he found himself running through an empty window before reaching the large bay window which looked out towards the nearby river, the prison’s only view, and that view would be the means of his escape, all he’d have to do is survive the rather large fall but as he ran up towards the window he came to a grinding halt when he heard the sound of a warning shot, the bullet hitting the very window in front of it, smashing it into pieces, as he turned around to find Rupert Giles stood there holding the gun, ready to fire at the slayer of slayers if he made another move. “As much as I love doing this little dance with you and feeding my daddy issues, I’ve had enough fun now and I’m ready to blow this joint,” Theo told Giles making it clear not even a bullet would stop him from leaving. “You killed two of my girls and set free a bunch of killers unleashing god knows what madness by doing so!” Giles shouted at the rogue slayer furiously as he kept a firm hand on his gun, making sure not to take his eye of Theo. “You do not cage an animal then blame it for biting you when it breaks free.” Theo taunted the former watcher. “So, you better have one hell of a shot, or else I’m going to get really pissed and there is not enough British charm in your body to make me not break you into tiny little pieces.” “Get on the ground now and put your hands up or I will shoot!” Giles shouted nervously, not wanting to take the slayer’s life but knowing if he had to shoot, he would, and he would not miss, he could not miss. “Oh, please I am not going to die at the hands of some stuffy old librarian who fancies himself a prison warden to wayward slayers.” Theo laughed, mocking the former watcher ruthlessly. “Get on the ground!” Giles repeated one more time, only for Theo to begin to run towards him, giving Giles no other choice but to fire his gun frantically, not once, or twice, but three times, two of the bullets managing to hit Theo’s body, one launching itself into the slayer’s chest, the other straight through his stomach, knocking him backward as he fell to the ground heavily bleeding out. “No!” Willow screamed as she and Faith came running from around the corner, witnessing Theo’s bloodied state at the hands of Giles, the former watcher not realizing he had just shot his slayer’s son. But before either Faith or Willow could get over to Theo to check on him, nurse his wounds, and try to save him, Theo struggled back to his feet, shocking them all by his tenacity as he continued to bleed out, doing himself no favors whatsoever by moving with all his blood loss as he limped his way over to the broken window. “Like I said I will not die at the hands of a stuffy librarian.” Theo struggled to say before he began coughing up blood and just as Faith began running towards her fellow slayer, Theo launched himself out of the window plummeting towards the river and a more than certain death. “No!” Faith cried as she ran towards the window desperately looking for some sign of Buffy’s son, only for her hopes to be met with more dread when she could see nothing but the river, realizing that she had once again failed that same child that she, Willow, and Buffy swore to protect. “He killed two of my girls then set free a bunch of slayers almost as bad if not even worse than him…I did not want to shoot but he gave me no choice.” Giles mumbled, clearly guilt-ridden over what he had just done. “I understand that casualties are bound to happen around here Giles…but this one’s different,” Willow stated with tears in her eyes, grief-stricken by the death she had just witnessed. “You just killed Buffy and Angel’s kid!” Faith shouted at the former watcher, as she turned around to look at him with fury in her eyes. “That baby died over a year ago, he’s an adult that is absolutely impossible!” Giles argued with her, in disbelief by her claims. “That’s what we told everyone when we lost him…and now we

lost him again.” Willow cried as she realized all hope was lost, the chance of Theo’s redemption, the possibility of reuniting him with his parents, to get Buffy back, all that hope of any of that was now truly gone.

Although nobody knew it then their tears were well and truly wasted for Theo’s story was nowhere near its end, and as his seemingly lifeless body washed up on a nearby sandy shore in the dead of night the deliciously delirious and devilish vampire Drusilla appeared from a distance in full vampire form, walking over to the fatally injured slayer, picking him up in her arms lovingly, as if he was a baby, her baby, and in her mind that is exactly what Theo was. “Do not worry my darling boy mummy is going to make you all better and then we will make them all pay for the damage they have done to our family.” Drusilla declared to a seemingly lifeless Theo, ready to nurse him better, and then the games could really begin.

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Where We Left Off part 2~ Lighthale

Peter looked at his husband with a small smile. "Well when Cody and I here reunited, we not only spoke of what happened, but also discussed you in general." He told him. "I told him some of the things that we have done, how you are in general..."

"Yeah, we talked about what I knew just from that experience and how you have a fantastic ass that I would like to see and play with again." Cody continued. "At first we discussed a threesome so we could both have fun with you, but your husband here had a better idea where we would both get what we want."

Nasir listened to them both, going from one to the other. At first he couldn't believe what he was hearing from both. They were talking as if they were one brain cell or more like old friends. Once the shock had left him though was when he realized that there was no need to be surprised. Of course they would get along this well. Both of them were not just very sexual people, whether it was their or not, but also they had somewhat similar personalities and desires when it came to sex.  

Beyond that though it should be expected from his husband. He was always looking for more ways to make him explore the wonders of sex. It was one of current and favorite schemes. He took advantage of Nasir's prude personality to get something fun out of it more than what he would get from the average person. It wasn't always easy to tell him no, not when he himself would enjoy it at the end.

"What idea is that?" He asked

Peter and Cody looked at each other. Peter raised his hand and pretty much told him to go ahead. "Pretty much your husband here wants us to re-enact what we did." Cody explained, and that was totally true. In fact, Peter had told him he could not do more nor less than what he did. He wasn't sure if that was going to be possible, but anything that would give him another chance with Nasir was worth the take.

Nasir looked at his husband. "But why? You already know what happened." Nasir protested. He didn't understand why his husband wanted to do that. Obviously they were both into it. He was starting to think Peter had a kink of seeing him get fucked by other people.

"Exactly. I know what happened, but I wasn't there to see my husband being nearly fucked in an alley and now I want to. Can't you do that for me love?" He asked. "I think you own me for allowing it to happen without telling me first." Peter said with a wicked grin.

Nasir  sighed. He didn't know what to think about it. He didn't know if he should even do it. Why should he anyway? What motivation or incentive he had to. "I know...and I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to go far, but I thought the dance and sex he gave you was enough in return." Especially since he did not go beyond that with the siren.

"We actually didn't have sex." Cody informed him. "Did he ever tell you that we did?" He asked.

"You didn't?" Nasir asked and looked at the both of them, shocked. He really thought they had sex. He did.

"No, I just told him that I had fun. I never gave him details. You didn't want to know anyway. You never do." Peter responded. Nasir gave details. He never asked them for it, but Nasir always did and he always wondered why.

Nasir then got it. It was true. He never told him that they had sex and he never asked for details. Why Nasir gave details? Because Nasir always felt guilty about it. He loved it when it happened, but most of the time he felt guilty and felt that not only he had to share, but also that Peter needed to get laid to equalize the experience that way he was not the only one who had sex outside of the marriage. "Why didn't you?"

"He wanted a threesome. He didn't want to just have sex with me." Peter explained. "I guess this is us actually doing what he wanted."

"Yeah. Maybe it would had happened sooner if I had been in town. However, I needed to leave and do some things." Cody added.

Nasir was a bit flabbergasted by the whole thing. He did not think there had been so much thought and planning to this. It was a little bit impressive, but also very surprising. "You could have called me..."

"I don't think it would had work. The mood and vibe wasn't there." Cody said.

"And even when you said that you would need convincing." Peter added.

Nasir looked from one to the other. It was almost like they were finishing each other's sentences. They matched so well. It was not weird anymore how these two people got along and desired the same things. He wouldn't even be surprise if they become really good friends and that potential made him happy. It was another incentive to do this. "What's different now, that from before?" He asked.

"The fantasy." Peter replied. "We can't recreate what happened in the loft." He thought that would be obvious. He wanted to see what happened. He had high expectations from Cody "So what do you say? I know Cody has no issues with an audience right?"

"Of course not. It is my daily job after all." Cody chuckled.

"So you won't join us?" Nasir asked, still unsure of what to say or not what to say. He knew he would agree in the end because this was what Peter wanted, even if he may not like it so much. He doudted that would be the case. He knew it. Peter knew it and Cody knew it.

"I might after you two are done." Peter said and e was. The idea was to fuck Nasir after Cody was done. He knew he would be so turn by then that he just wouldn't had a choice. Plus Peter loved to fuck him after someone else did. There was something about that the older man loved and he did not know what it was. He just knew that he loved it and wanted to keep on doing it.

"Alright then. I'll do it." Nasir told him.  "But next time we are doing a fantasy of mine for you" Nasir shrugged. If Peter got something, he needed to do something too right? It would be the the fair thing to do.

"Of course. It is the fair thing to do." Peter agreed and then pecked his lips. "I can't wait to know what this fantasy will be." Peter said and kissed his cheek. "Now lets pretend I'm not here, even if it is too hard to ignore my hot ass." Peter smirked. Cody did too. They really shared one brain cell when it came to their looks

Nasir rolled his eyes. "That's not going to be the reason why you can't be ignore, but fine." He sighed and tried to get himself in the mood by forgetting everything that was annoying about this set up. The planning, the scheme, their personalities. He tried to forget them all. "Alright then" He tooka deep breath. "Now where were we?"

"I was just telling you how much I was into your ass." Cody acted as if nothing had happened in the last few minutes. Not only that, he really was ignoring Peter, who was moving away from them. It was easy to do wen all he wanted was to focus on Nasir. No offense to Peter, but Nasir was definably the hotter one between the two. There were several reasons for why. It was not just the looks. There were many factors to play. "May I see it?"

Nasir rolled his eyes again. "Of course you would remember where we left off." He told him. He was tempted to look at his husband. It was very weird to make this work when he knew he was watching ."You remind me so much of Theo...and my husband Peter." He said with a bit of hesitation. He really was trying.

And Peter appreciated that. He knew he would appreciate more of what Nasir would supply in the next minutes.

"Theo, there’s another one with a nice ass." Cody said and to make the situation work as planned he had to say some things to make all of this make sense. "And if he has a nice one too, I'll look forward to see it."

"Of course you do. He behaves just like you around me." He said. He thought that maybe he should had pretended not to know that they each other, but it just wasn't going to make sense. This was not a re-creation. This was a repeat of the same. "Tell you what, and this is only now and one time again, but go ahead and get re-acquainted with your hands. Call it a bonus for what you did for me in the past."

"You could even say I know him biblically." Cody chuckled. He noticed that Nasir was speaking more as if this was a second time, so he followed through. "Tempting offer even if it is the same as the last one. Am I allowed to ask you to take off your pants? You did do that last time at the end of the day." Cody shrugged.

Nasir remembered blushing last time, but this time he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "And no, you can’t. What we did was more than enough anyway." He told him.

"You’re cuter when you blush." Cody said. "More than enough? You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot actually." Cody said, " All right, turn around, then. I'll remind you how good it felt."

And now Nasir blushed. He thought he wouldn't because of how force things still were, but also because he had gone through this once. It wouldn't be embarrassing the second time right? No, he was wrong. He looked at Peter and swallowed hard.

And as Nasir felt, as if Cody and him shared one braincell, he took Nasir's chin and forced him to look at him. "No uh, remember, this is just us. You promised to let me feel your ass. You have to go fulfill your promise." He winked and let go of his chin. Cody took a few steps back to give him space to follow through.

“Again, so perserverant.” He said, the blushing still present. As long as he felt embarrassed it stayed. What Cody did was such a Peter move, stealing his attention and taking control of situation and him. Hehated him for that, but if they were going to follow trough, it had to be this way. He then took a deep breath walked closer to the wall. He then put his hands on it and maintained himself in a curve, pushing his butt back and up a little.

Cody licked his lips and waited for Nasir to get comfortable. He knew this wasn't easy for the werewolf, so he was going to help as much as he could. He had been in the mood ever since Peter suggested this.  It was why the way he presented himself forced a small sound out of Cody’s throat, something between a chuckle and a whimper. He moved forward and gently placed one hand on Nasir’s lower back, the other coming down on the seat of his pants.

Nasir had heard that sound. He wouldn’t lie. There was a bit of ego stroke again. He didn't know  why he would feel that when they had done this before, but he did swallow a bit hard as soon as he was touch on the back because he knew  this just wasn’t going to be a touch. And he was reminded of that as soon as he felt Cody’s hand on his ass. “Ah.” He let out. It was like a squirm, but he did promise to let him feel it just like last time. He wasn't being fake. He actually felt  the same thing as he did last time.

Cody smirked and let the hand on Nasir’s ass squeeze slightly since he felt no resistance from him. He didn't expect any anyway since they had done this before. Then his other hand slid slowly down, until he was cupping his cheeks through his jeans. He was very close to the werewolf, and was sure he could feel Cody’s hot breath on the back of his neck. “Very nice,” he said.

Nasir took a deep breath and tried not to be too nervous, but he was blushing because for some reason this felt very foreign. Not for the same reason than last time, but probably because Peter was watching them. He wondered if he was stroking himself. He tried not to make any sounds, one did come out when Cody finally cupped his ass, and then his hue became darker when he felt his breath on his neck. “I’m sure you thought that before touching it.”

“You’re right, I did,” Cody replied. “But it’s even nicer now that I'm being reminded how it feels again.” He wouldn’t use his powers in this case but he still knew how to be sexy enough to put the werewolf back in the same mood that he was last time. He squeezed Nasir’s ass again, and then ducked his head down to gently pressed his nose to the back of Nasir’s neck. “Wouldn’t mind feeling it without clothes in the way.”

He was sure that by this close Cody could get the smallest of arousal off him, even thought it was quite strong already. It was true even with all the awkwardness of the situation. “This is not the place for that.” He said quietly, trying to play along with the plan. “Like it then?” He asked, trying to regain some confidence and control.

Cody chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, his hands moved slightly up, and then slid under Nasir’s shirt. Just barely, but just enough. He knew Nasir was turned on. But he would go slow as if to give him time to say no. He was not going to of course. He didn't the first time and he had even less reasons to do so this time.

Nasir made another sound, and he knew Cody hear it. There was no way that he missed that one. His hand felt so cool and nice on his warm skin and he knew how rebellious and effective that hand was. Memory served him as a reminder of how it made him feel last time. “I’m willing…to make a bargain,” He said and swallowed hard. He really was going to this in front of Peter wasn't?

Cody’s hands moved further up his back, his thumbs massaging gentle circles on the skin. “What sort of bargain?” he asked in a low voice, moving even closer to Nasir. He could feel the heat radiating from him. He was just having so much fun reminding himself of howgood Nasir's body felt.

Nasir bit his bottom lip. He should stop Cody, he knew it, but he didn’t. He swallowed hard. Damn, Cody had totally gone down the Peter Hale school because this was a Peter tactic for sure. Had Cody told him about this? “I’ll unbuckle my belt, “ He paused and took a deep breath and then exhaled. “And take it off…it will lower and loosen my pants enough for your hands…you know,” He paused again trying to control himself while also replay the scene. “Feel more, but…you can’t touch… you know,” another pause and another breath. He was becoming redder and warmer by the second. It was just like last time “ If you behave…I’ll, no…I promise you a continu-ation on a later date.”

Cody hummed, gently drawing his nails down Nasir’s back as if it was the first time “I think that sounds just fine by me,” he said. Things were progressing the way he wanted them to, and way faster than last time, and he was more than pleased with it. The scent of arousal was just too tweet. As his hands moved around to undo Nasir’s belt, he moved forward the last bit until his hips were almost pressed against Nasir’s. He was hard in his jeans, and he hoped the werewolf could feel it as he undid the belt and slid his hands down to cup Nasir’s naked cheeks.

“G-good.” Nasir said, feeling a little relief the other agreed. Like last time however he started way to soon. Nasir feel out of breath as Cody went around him and removed the belt that he was planning to do so himself. “Wait!” he said, not feeling ready to give that much control to Cody. He knew he did last time, but he was still not too use to that with him. When he felt the other’s cock and his hands? His mind freezed as the size and weight of Cody’s cock dominated all over his mind. He was ready to stop him. He couldn't do this with Peter around! He bit his lip down even more and came back to reality as he felt his jeans loosen up. The lowered down enough to reveal Nasir’s tail bone and a little more and release enough space for both of Cody’s hands to fit and still have space for more.  From the front it was enough to reveal the mount of public hair and base of his cock. He felt more expose than he thought and he was going to pull his jeans up so they wouldn't fall. However, Cody put his hands down his jeans and cupped his ass and he couldn’t help but moan, actually moan, clear enough for Cody and Peter to hear. His member twitched and Nasir found himself putting his hands back towards the wall again. He was feeling a little overpowered.

The moan went straight to Cody’s dick, which twitched in his jeans. He almost moaned himself as he felt the soft skin of Nasir’s bottom. “That’s it,” he whispered, gently spreading his cheeks. “Not so bad, is it? Fuck, you already feel so incredible. I really forgot how fucking good your ass is.” He didn’t want to push too far yet, so he merely massaged and spread his cheeks. And then, on a whim, Cody leaned forward and kissed the back of Nasir’s neck. He thought he could control himself like last time, but he was having a really hard time doing so. This was such a major reason why he preferred Nasir over Peter.

Cody oepned Pandora’s box again because the siren was sure not to waste time. He easily forced another moan out of Nasir when he spread his cheeks. It was like last time all over again, which made the werewolf even warmer as the memories washed over him. Knowing what was coming next just made him even more excited. He squirmed and move his hips a little forward as he felt his cock growing and rubbing against the hard fabric of the denim. His movements pushed the jeans a little more down, revealing more of his behind for Cody. He wished he had something to say, but he didn’t. No surprise there.

Cody couldn’t believe how easy it was to turn Nasir into putty. He laughed a bit, and then moved his hands slightly forward. He rubbed his thumbs over Nasir’s hip bones, and then stopped at the edge of his pubic hair. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Cody said, before biting the skin just behind Nasir’s ear softly. It may have been ridiculous to ask since they had already done this before, but Cody still respected a sense of boundaries; even if they were pretending for this to be the first time.

Nasir exhaled, hard. He then felt another wave of relief when Cody stopped. He wondered why and why was he laughing. He then felt his finger and he looked over his shoulder just when he nipped his ear. He swallowed whatever sound threaten around his throat. Relief was gone. ”What…are you planning to do?” He asked, knowing it was a stupid question. He preferred his hands around his ass. “Did he say you could touch my cock?” He asked, despite that he did last time. His cock wanted him to, which was why it twiched and leaked pre-cum. "Sorry that's stupid to ask."

Cody did stop, because he didn’t want to push this too far yet. But he did chuckle and bite at the base of Nasir’s jaw. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he said, moving his hands back to Nasir’s ass. "But he just said to do exactly what we did last time so..." The words fell in a seductive tone as he peeked at Nasir's ass again. The werewolf’s jeans dropped just a bit again, and Cody’s cock twitched. "Damn..."

Nasir pouted as the other bit his jaw, but instead of giving a smart ass answer he started to wonder about the moment and how to get more into it. “You want me that bad?” He said under his breath as one of his hand reached down and slowly pulled at the button of his jeans and pushed it off, pulling his jeans down to his inner thighs, showing his full ass to Cody. His cock was almost fully in display, but only if Cody leaned even more forward.

Despite Nasir’s noises, despite him lowering his jeans even further, Cody kept his hands on the werewolf’s ass and hips. If he played his cards right, this could go further than last time. The thought of having sex in an alley was one hell of a sexy idea that he wanted to try. Maybe Peter wouldn't allow it, but he was willing to try. “Perhaps I do want you that bad,” he said, rutting his hips forward slightly so Nasir could feel his cock. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Nasir held the groan or moan or whatever sound that wanted out. He just looked over at Cody, and found him even hotter than last time. His cock started to leak pre-cum. He had some amount of lust in his eyes. Cody knew it. he knew that Nasir could let him pass that invisible line and fuck him right there, right now if he let him. He just needed to say it. As soon as he gave consent, he knew Cody would not waste his time and act. “I’ll let you know….but not now.” He said and reached back, putting one hand on Cody’s hips. But they didn’t remain there. His fingers gently reached for the zipper and slowly lowered it down. “You need some relief too, right?”

Cody inhaled sharply, surprised that Nasir was taking control to undo his zipper. No he was actively participating in this whole scheme and it was pretty damn hot. “You do too,” he replied. One of his hands moved up to gently run through Nasir’s hair. “We could take care of that together, you know. All you have to do is turn around.” Cody suggested with a purr.

Nasir was proud that such a movement caused such a reaction out of him. He could make some moves too! And maybe that was what gave him the confidence to refuse. “We can, but not the way I would like. I promise I’ll make it worth your time.” He said pushed his fingers gently into the jeans through the zipper, but didn’t touch his cock. “Can I pull it out?” He asked.

Cody pulled his hand from Nasir’s ass and placed it against the wall, still leaning into him. “Yes, you definitely can.” This was somewhat how he expected this to turn out since it really was like last time, but he wasn’t upset about it. He kissed Nasir’s neck and shifted his stance so his jeans wouldn’t fall completely down.

Nasir felt victorious, like he was getting some payback now. He gently pulled Cody’s hard cock out and his eyes went nearly wide when he remembered how big and long Cody was. Peter was long, but Cody was a longer. He didn’t release his cock or stroke it. He just held it. When Cody kissed his neck and put his hand on the wall, he felt dangerously close to Cody. It didn't help the stript they were suppose to follow. He felt himself leaning close, his lips close to Cody’s. He hesitated at first, but then slowly kissed Cody. The hand finally left Cody’s cock and went up to reach his hair, keeping their lips together and the kiss slow and sweet.

"Impressed?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face. He loved seeing people's reactions to his cock. However, that moment quickly left Cody turned putty. He almost whimpered when Nasir kissed him. He returned the kiss. Nasir’s hand around his cock had felt incredible, but his lips…Peter was a very lucky man. “If you fuck as good as you kiss,” he mumbled against Nasir’s lips, “Sex with you is going to be mindblowing.” Cody told the werewolf.

He didn’t think the kiss was going to be that effective, but it had been. He himself enjoyed it“ I told you.” He said quite proudly. The hand on Cody’s hair lowered again to Cody’s cock. He guided it towards his ass, rubbing the head in between his cheeks and then let it go. The hand then went back to his hair and leaned into him again, starting another slow and sweet kiss.

Cody laughed. He might have felt his ego bruised, but he would ever let that happen, not even for a guy like Nasir. He was feeling too good. As he leaned into the second kiss, some of his self-control broke, and he kissed back hard.

Nasir was slightly surprised that Cody deepened the kiss, but he still kept the kiss going. He even sucked Cody’s tongue a little when he felt it.. He also back his ass a little, seeing for Cody to start rutting again. He knew they were going to get off now and that there wasn’t any turning back. He couldn’t believe he was doing this again. “Don’t like my ass anymore?” He asked as he broke the kiss.

Cody laughed and rutted his hips forward again, his cock rubbing between Nasir’s cheeks. “Of course I still love it,” he said. “I just thought you wanted me to focus up here.” He didn’t dare look down, because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if he saw his cock so close to where he wanted it.

“Interesting excuse…” He groaned. He could feel the head of Cody’s cock press gently against his hole from time to time. It surely tempted him to go further as it made him leak more pre-cum and starting also to make him wet in another way. Nasir was starting to create slick, though not enough to leak out. He then realized that he was really turned by now, in a way he knew only a few people could make him. “I’ll commend you though…"

Cody nibbled at Nasir’s neck again, trying not to lose his control. "Thank you.” he said, moving his hand around to Nasir’s chest and slowly down. “But I do have limits, and I’m getting there. You’re so fucking hot.” He felt like next time would be so incredible that he didn’t want to ruin it by saying or doing something wrong.

Nasir moaned and slowly pulled him for another kiss. “Does that mean you won’t touch my cock?” he asked, his hand feeling cool againts his warm skin. He was producing more slick the more turn on he felt and he really liked how Cody touched him. “Or I can’t touch yours again?” He asked.

Cody had mostly been waiting for permission, and once given, he dropped his hand down to wrap around Nasir’s cock and stroke it. He chanced a look over Nasir’s shoulder, and groaned at the sight. And then the smell hit his nose. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips rutting forward harder. “You smell so good. Oh, Christ. I want to fuck you so bad.”

Nasir relesed another moan when Cody started to stroke him. He was feeling so good and then he moaned once again because while Cody got turned on by his scent coming from the slick, Nasir got, even more turn on by the pure scent of arousal coming from Cody. This in turn, made him produce even more slick and making his entrance even slicker. It was leaking out now of his hole, some running down his leg just as his pre-cum was coating Cody’s hand. He could feel the head of Cody’s cock pressing harder, now applying some pressure against the muscle, trying to come inside. He almost did, his hole flexing and opening for him, letting feel the inners walls for a second before pushing him back. “Tell me more…” He moaned, which was a sound that was being released more often. “Don’t…stop.” He said in between moans, feeling close, which might be the only reason why he had not just told him to do it because he was dying to.

The noise Cody made when Nasir told him not to stop could really only be described as a growl. It was low in his chest, and sent a shiver up his spine. His fist stroked Nasir’s cock faster, and his hips rutted harder, his cock feeling the wetness of his ass and desperately wanting to be inside. “I’ll open you up,” he said, his mouth close to Nasir’s neck. “Properly, I mean. Next time. Eat you out for a while, and then open you up finger by finger. Until you’re begging me to fuck you, until I can just slip right in.”

“And…”Nasir felt a little dizzy, Cody’s words playing in his mind as he pictured the whole situation. The strokes and thrust making it more vividly, a moan came after the next. His breathing grew shallow and he pushed his head a little forward, pressing against the wall. He used both hands to spread his ass even further. He could ever the sound of Cody’s cock opening his entrance with its head as he leaked even more. He could feel the weight of it in the outer reams. “I’m close…”

Cody desperately wanted to fuck him. He wanted it so bad that his cock was twitching every time he could feel the wetness of Nasir’s hole, adding to it with his precum. “Then,” he panted, “I’d bend you over, maybe against a wall like this, or on a bed cuz it’s always better on a bed, and I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your own name.”

He didn’t know if Cody was close, but he knew he was and by the time Cody had finished wording his desires, Nasir experienced his orgasm. The combination of the image and the physically of what they were doing was just enough to drive him over the edge. Ropes of cum flew into the wall and coated Cody’s hands as he moaned.

Cody held his breath when Nasir came, just to fully experience it. He watched over Nasir’s shoulder as he painted the wall, and listened to his moans, and felt his body tense. It was all too much. Cody grasped Nasir’s hips, thrusted forward, and came with a choked groan. All of his cum covered Nasir's leaking hole as his cockhead rested on his hole.

[theobeiste]

OUR LOVE WAS COMFORTABLE

WHO: @zoepuckerman & @theobeiste WHERE: outside the clarington-smythe residence WHEN: homecoming after party, 9/26 WHAT: zoe finds theo alone at darcy’s party after he gets kicked out of the dance. the two go for a walk and have A Moment.

ZOE: To say that her senior year homecoming dance didn’t go the way Zoe had always imagined it to would be a complete understatement. Sure, she had won homecoming queen like she always wanted, but the moment had been cut short thanks to two neantherandals who had to deal with their petty drama with their fists rather than words like sane human beings. She had been enjoying the way Cam’s arms felt wrapped around her when she heard the shouting. Realistically, she had known it was Austin before she even turned around. Who else could it have been?! The shocking twist to the scene was the other person throwing the punches. In all of the time they shared together, Zoe had never known Theo to be an aggressive person. It was safe to say that moment confused her and left her more than a little worried for him. She mentally added this to the list of crazy shit Theo had been up to this year, right behind dating Winnie Love-Karofsky. She didn’t want to blame Theo’s new side all on Winnie, but anyone who paid enough attention could see that the blonde certainly wasn’t bringing out the best in him. All this to be said, while Zoe would have happily skipped out on the after-party, there were some pressing matters she had to attend to first. She hadn’t been watching Theo’s every move, but it wasn’t hard to spot his 6’5” statue sneak out the front door. Against better judgment, Zoe followed. They had been avoiding each other since the break-up, and to be completely honest, she was over it. “Hi,” She announced softly as she approached him on the front porch, trying not to startle him. “You okay? That was," She paused, at a complete lack for words to describe the horrifying mental images. "Crazy back at the school. What happened?”

THEO: Theo was not a violent person, in fact, less than a week ago he had given Cam Evans a gentle lecture about punching Zane out on the football field. So how did he end up in this position with a bruised jaw and sore knuckles? He was so deeply embarrassed by everything that had happened at homecoming. He made himself look bad, he made the titans look bad, and he didn’t even want to get started on what his dad would say. He should’ve just gone home, but after some encouragement from his teammates, he was convinced that going to the afterparty would be a good thing. It’d take his mind off of getting kicked out of the dance for pummeling Austin and it’d help him forget about Winnie. He should’ve listened to his gut though because after doing his rounds and making himself a drink at Darcy’s, he still felt like shit. He needed some air. Theo maneuvered past the crowd of people crowding the Clarington-Smythe foyer and quickly exited through the front, finding a spot on the porch to drink by himself until this horrible feeling went away. And then…hi. Theo knew that voice. He whipped his head around and blinked a couple of times, shocked to see none other than Zoe Puckerman standing in front of him. “Hi,” he said back, a little too sternly as he waited for the other shoe to drop. Surely she was here to make a dig or rub everything that happened in his face. But that moment never came. When she asked about his night, he chuckled wryly and shook his head, knocking back his drink and ditching the cup on the ground. “Your date happened,” he told her with a shrug, clenching his jaws as he tried to quell the anger building inside of him, “him and Winnie. It doesn’t matter. Fuck them. They deserve each other.” He rolled his eyes slightly as he reflected on the night and then took a deep breath. Zoe clearly wasn’t here to argue and the last thing he wanted to do was start another fight. “You looked good out there,” he complimented, his voice suddenly gentler as he dared to meet her gaze, “I always knew you’d win but I’m glad the rest of McKinley agreed.” He gave her a little smile as he reached up and fixed her crown, “it suits you.” His touch lingered for maybe a second too long, so he quickly dropped his hand and cleared his throat. “How’s your night going? Do you wanna like…” he was feeling bold apparently, “maybe go for a walk or something? I’m feeling pretty claustrophobic here. Too many people.”(edited)September 26, 2020

ZOE: There were a lot of things that made sense together: peanut butter and jelly, Will Schuester’s son and Glee Club, Austin Nelson and a punch to the face... and then there was Theo and Zoe. Their relationship had been as picture perfect as it could have been, at least in the beginning. Zoe would always remember the way she’d stay up far too late texting Theo (and Eli + Finn to share all the cute things he was sending) to turn around and still be excited to see him first thing in the morning at school. She’d always remember the sweet, sensitive soul that stuck by her side when she didn’t deserve it. “He’s an idiot,” she offered, taking a step closer to Theo. She had admittedly kept her distance at the beginning in case of a quick exit. Between throwing punches and downing whatever was in his cup, she hadn’t been sure what she was approaching. “Fuck Winnie, Theo. She never deserved you in the first place.” If Zoe had to hand-select someone for Theo, Winnie very clearly would be at the bottom of the list. Fuck, she wouldn’t have even made the list at all. She was so obviously not what Theo needed, and tonight was proof in the pudding. “Thanks,” was all she could force out as Theo’s hands reached out to reposition her crown. It had been so long since they had talked one on one, let alone be sweet to each other. “My night has been confusing,” she admitted, not willing to give up any details. The last thing she needed was word of her kiss with Cam spreading around the party. She had to figure her shit out before anyone else could know. Zoe’s head turned back to the party, watching everyone through the window as she mulled over her decision. Going for a walk with Theo was probably not the best idea, but the look in his eyes said he needed it, and that alone had her nodding her head. “Yeah, let’s go.” A comfortable silence fell between the pair as they started out along the street, destination unknown. “You wanna really talk about it or no?” This was his situation, and if he preferred to pretend like it hadn’t happen, she was willing to give him that option.

THEO: He hummed curiously at her vague description of her night but opted not to pry. This was the first time in a long time that they’d had a positive interaction and he didn’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions. When she agreed to a walk, Theo led the way. He walked aimlessly along the sidewalk with Zoe at his side, their arms and hands occasionally bumping into each other causing Theo’s heart to jump. He kept his gaze glued to the street lights they passed and marveled at the nice houses that decorated this wealthy neighborhood. Her question brought him back down to reality and elicited a sigh. “I...” he shoved his hands into his pockets and stopped walking, glancing at her as she stopped too, “I don’t know what I’m doing, Zo. Everything is all fucked. Winnie....” he remembered her words. ‘Fuck Winnie.’ Who had come to find him after his brawl? Zoe. Who was trying to make him feel better despite everything they’d been through? Zoe. He wasn’t about to spend his time talking about the girl who seemed to give zero fucks about him...not when he was standing in front of the girl he still had so much to say to but never the forum to say it. “I don’t really want to talk about her,” he decided, shrugging as a sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “How’ve you been? I wanted to hit you up when all that shit was happening with Baby but...” he didn’t for obvious reasons, “is everything good now? How’s your mom?” It was his way of saying ‘I miss you’ and ‘I still think of you’ without actually having to say those things and he was sure she’d understand that.

ZOE: There was never going to be any sort of situation where Zoe Puckerman liked the sound of Winnie Love-Karofsky’s name rolling off anyone’s tongue, especially Theo’s. Even though they had broken up more than a year ago, there was always going to be a part of Zoe’s heart that was dedicated to Theo. He had been everything to her at one point. Zoe liked to pretend that she didn’t care,  but there was never going to be a time in her life where she didn’t think of him fondly. No matter the relationship between them, she’d always care for him and want the best for him, and it tore her apart that he couldn’t see (at least for the past couple of months) that Winnie was so blatantly the worst possible person for him. “You’re right,” Zoe responded, the harshness in her voice surprising even her. She had never cared for the bitchy blonde, and that was evident in the way she spoke. “She’s not worth your time or thoughts anymore, Theo. You deserve better. Really.” If Zoe didn’t like the way Winnie’s name sounded coming from Theo, she despised hearing Baby’s. “You should have,” she mumbled, unsure if he could hear her. “That sucked, Theo, and honestly? I could have used you just coming to me about it.” Zoe had spent countless nights lying awake, wondering if her sister had hooked up with her first love. The mental images were horrifying, but not as horrifying as having to relive them with him now. “My mom’s fine,” she paused, stopping in her tracks to turn and look at him. If they were going to do this, and really do this, they weren’t going to avoid eye contact. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, and I want an honest answer. Are you okay? Because, honestly, I feel like I don’t even know who you’ve become. Dating her, punching Austin,” her voice was softer than before, as if to convey she was genuinely concerned. “This isn’t you, T.”

THEO: There was an energy shift when Theo brought up their own past mistakes, the most recent one being the string of rumors about him and Baby. He kept his head bowed and his gaze downcast as she spoke, jaws clenched as he listened. “I know,” he sighed, finally meeting her eyes again, “I’m sorry. After we went on Joey’s show and shit I…didn’t think you wanted to hear from me. But I should’ve come to you.” He owed her that much. No matter how shitty things had gotten between them, she was still an important person in his life. Zoe had taught him so much about love, about being a good man, about being caring. That would never go away…even if their feelings for each other did. But as she approached him with a softer demeanor, genuine concern, and a truly loaded question, he wondered if their feelings really had gone away. He blinked a few times as he stared at her and considered her question. “I know this isn’t me,” he said, surprising himself with the choice to be honest, “but you know why, Zo. You know.” There was no way she didn’t know. Their falling out made a lasting impact on both of them. Zoe got a little harder, a little colder. Theo went off to the deep end by his own standards. “I don’t want to be like this anymore,” he admitted, taking a step closer as he let himself get lost in her eyes for a moment. As they stared at each other, he wondered if the girl who loved him was still anywhere inside her. He wondered if they could get back to who they were. “Can I try something?” he asked, the drink he downed earlier finally taking over as he gently brought his hands up to either side of Zoe’s face, “I just…I have to know.” Before he leaned in, he searched her face for some sign of approval, that it was okay for him to do this thing he was suddenly feeling the urge to do.

ZOE: The absolute worst part of loving someone was having to let go of them. It was really hard to look back and pin-point where everything had gone wrong between them. It truly seemed like one minute they were that couple. The obnoxious couple laughing in the hallways, always holding hands and making out, completely unaware of everyone around them. Only for her to turn around the next minute, unable to recognize them anymore. They had really gone from being in constant communication from the second they woke up to the second they fell asleep, to finding excuses to cancel plans. It had been Zoe, in the end, who had pulled the trigger and called it quits. She’d by lying, though, if she said it wasn’t one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She’d simply never forget the forlorn look in Theo’s eyes as he pulled away, leaving her with tears rolling down her cheeks on the driveway. “I wanted you to,” she admitted, confused eyes looking up at his. “I needed you tell me it wasn’t happening. You just left me to think of the worst possible scenario.” It wasn’t worth it to fight about Baby, not when there was a million and one things left unsaid between the pair. She knew, of course, why he had been acting the way he had. They both dealt with the break-up in horrific ways, and maybe, just maybe, that was a testament to how much they had cared for each other. Zoe took in a quick breath as he stepped closer to her and raised his hands to cradle her face. She couldn’t remember the last time they had been in a position like this. “Theo,” she finally whispered, her eyes widening at his suggestion. It wasn’t a complete denial. In some sort of sick, twisted way, she understood his need to be certain about this. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about kissing him again since the break-up, but there was now a lingering thought in the back of her mind. Someone who hadn’t been there before. She was utterly confused, but she was trying. She was 17, for fuck’s sake, and what 17 year old girl always got it right? It was this mass confusion that had her dropping her eyes before offering a silent nod.

THEO: Theo was prepared to back off when she said his name, but then Zoe nodded. That was a yes. He instantly moved one of his hands under her chin to angle her face upwards as he bowed his head and kissed her. With his eyes closed and for the five or so seconds that their lips were connected for, Theo envisioned their lives. Their past flashed before him and their hypothetical future, too. They’d be high school sweethearts, go to college, get married young, probably have a few kids, and they’d be happy. Kissing Zoe felt like coming home in a way—like coming back to himself. But when he pulled away and looked at her, a sad smile crept on to his face. Something was tugging at his gut and telling him that unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted it, this wasn’t it. Maybe there was a place for them somewhere, but it wasn’t here and it wasn’t now. Damn it. “It’s not the same, is it?” he asked rhetorically, strumming her cheeks with his thumbs for a moment before he dropped his hands back into his pockets, “that blows.” His tone was almost playful but it did blow. All this time Theo had been lashing out and coping with the loss of his first love only to find that she wasn’t the solution to his problems. He’d have to find those within himself. He had to let her go...for real this time. “I’m always gonna love you,” he told her with a small dimpled smile, “and I don’t want to be mad anymore. Not at you, not at Winnie or Austin or anyone.” A beat. “Thank you,” he said quietly, and because he anticipated that she’d ask ‘for what?’ he quickly added a “for everything.” Theo inhaled deeply and when he released his breath, he released all the resentment and sadness he’d been harboring with it. Enough was enough. “You should get back to the party, your highness,” he joked, glancing at her crown, “your subjects are probably going mad looking for their queen.”

ZOE: There had once been a time in Zoe Puckerman’s life when Theo Beiste, especially kissing Theo Beiste, was all she could think about. She’d go to bed dreaming of her quarterback, wake up eager to see him, and spend all of her class periods doodling their names together. She couldn’t even begin to guess how many times Zoe Beiste was scribbled in her Algebra 1 notebook (no wonder it was the one math class she ever did bad in). He had been everything she wanted at the time, and there would never be enough words to describe how thankful she was for him. Their love was quick and passionate, but it would leave a lasting impact on her for the rest of her life. Theo had taught her everything she knew to be true about love; that there really was someone out there for everyone. Theo’s lips against hers, although brief, was enough to make her realize that Theo really wasn’t that person for her, and maybe he never was supposed to be. Quinn had always taught her that people came into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime... and maybe, just maybe, Theo was her reason. Some unknown force knew that she was going to need someone to be strong for her, and Theo had done just that. “It’s not,” she agreed, mirroring his sad smile. It was the most bittersweet feeling she had ever felt before. This was really it. They were finally letting go of each other, after all this time. “I’m always going to love you, Theo.” That much was true, but there was a difference between loving someone and being in love with him, and truthfully, they had fallen out of love a long time ago. “But? I think it’s time someone else gets to love you.” He deserved that, and so did she. She wasn’t sure who it was going to be for Theo, but she had a small inkling who it could be for her. It was her turn to reach up and run her fingers across his cheek, tears filling up her eyes. “No. Thank you. You saved me.” She didn’t need to say more. They both knew exactly what she was talking about. Zoe knew what he wanted. He wanted her to leave him in the middle of the street, drunk and alone, but she wasn’t going to do that. “I’m not going back without you,” she sighed, unwilling to give in on this. This time, on the walk back to the house, their hands didn’t actually touch. Zoe slipped her small palm inside of Theo’s on purpose, holding tight the entire walk home. It was her way of officially saying goodbye.

AND SCENE.