#conversations with livvy

[sincerelysatanherself]

our daughter: hey Uncle Kevin

me: That’s Daddy, Uncle Kevin is your dad so you call him Daddy

hubby: I’m Mommy’s Daddy too but that’s another story

her: ewww

[drublaccthorn]

Kit, seeing Ghost!Livvy: wow, what is that on your face?

Ghost!Livvy : it’s make up

Kit : wait, ghost can wear make up?

Ghost!Livvy : of course, have you ever heard about expired make up?

[rragnaroks]

okay i know we all know OFMD has helped queer people not only feel seen but in other ways too. it's helped poc and neurodiverse folks and fat folks and disabled folks. i fit into most of those categories and i feel so seen and safe in this space.

but wanna hear a silly little way it's managed to help even my straight, neurotypical, tiny little sister cope with the world? to her OFMD was her sister's pirate brainrot show. then i made her watch it and to her, it's still just a funny, albeit heartwarming show.

but. she's no longer deathly afraid of gulls, because all gulls can be karl and livvy.

fucking amazing.

[isabelarcmero]

Heard you're going to be selling some of your clothes at the yard sale this weekend. Just out of curiosity, are you going to be selling that one cashmere sweater that I saw you wear once? If so, I might need to get to your table early. @docolives

[chloenwckobiaarchive]

Staying busy is always good, especially as the weather gets nicer. There's nothing better than being able to spend your days in the sun. Of course, I wouldn't miss it! Now, I know I'm just getting used to it but I did have fun! Felt completely safe with your guidance. Kind of makes me wonder why I hadn't gone sooner, you know? I totally get why people say that horses are very good for your mental well-being.

Well hey, beautiful! It's going so well -- keeping me busy, for sure, but I'm not going to complain about that. I like it. And you know that you don't even have to ask, I would love for you to come to any of the ones that you want to be involved in! This morning had the most perfect weather for horseback riding, too, you know? Did you have fun?

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twelve - Mr Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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"So, tell me, why is it I have to wait for the neighbours boy to tell me that you've got a boyfriend?"

"Mum," Y/N tutted as she chopped the vegetables. "I haven't got a boyfriend, okay?"

Her mother sighed and she could picture her pinching the bridge of her nose out of frustration. "I've seen the clip. I've seen you kissing the man in the white suit."

Daniel, she was talking about Daniel.

"And, was that my grandson behind you? Do you know how heart breaking it is that this is the first time I'm seeing Milo?" Her mother continued.

Y/N rolled her eyes. But she was used to it by now, used to her mother berating her. "You've done this to yourself," she bit back. "You didn't want to support me when I was pregnant with Milo, so you don't have the right to know him." She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.

She took just a moment to gather herself. Conversations with her mother always rattled her, but she couldn't bring herself to remove her mother from her life. Maybe one day she'd give her parents a chance to know Milo, she just wasn't ready for that yet.

"Momma," Milo called as he walked into the kitchen. He climbed into his seat at the table and placed his colouring book in front of him. It was a Formula One themed colouring book and Milo happily tried to colour in the Ferrari.

Y/N placed the vegetables into the pan with the already cooked chicken. "What is it, my little munchkin?" She asked as she sat opposite him.

Milo kicked his legs as he coloured in the number sixteen on the car. "Do you think Mr Ricciardo will take us to another race?" He asked.

Thank God Milo hadn't asked his mother why she had kissed Mr Ricciardo. He hadn't brought it up at all. But he had dragged Y/N away the moment Daniel had pulled away from her. And he had insisting on holding all of her attention on their way home.

She and Daniel hadn't had a moment alone since they returned home two days ago. They'd tried to text, but Y/N immediately went back to work and Daniel was training. Olivia was with her mother, so she didn't even see him when dropping Milo off at daycare.

"I don't know, munchkin," Y/N said as she pulled out her phone. "Would you like him to?" She texted Daniel as she waited for Milo to answer.

"No," he answered, and Y/N looked up.

She frowned at her son. "Why not, Milo? What's up, munchkin?"

Milo muttered something under his breath, something that Y/N couldn't hear. So she asked him to say it again. "I don't want you to date Mr Ricciardo, momma! You won't have time for me if you date him," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly Y/N stood up. She walked around the stable and stood at Milo's side. "Oh, munchkin," she whispered as she knelt down beside him. She wasn't going to tell him about the text Daniel had just sent her, it would make him far too upset. "If your momma ever starts dating, she's not gonna have less time for you," she said as she pulled him close. "You'll always be my number one guy, even if I date Mr Ricciardo."

"Are you gonna date Mr Ricciardo?" Asked Milo as he swung his legs back and forth.

Y/N let out a sigh. "Mr Ricciardo has asked if I would like to go to dinner with him," she said as she stood up straight. "That means you get a sleepover with Livvy, and her grandparents are gonna look after you," she said and went back sorting dinner. "Are you okay with that, Munchkin?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, momma. Sleepover with 'Livia!" He cried and went back to colouring.

y/n (milo's hot momma)

tomorrow are you okay if milo stays with olivia and your parents?

daniel riiiiiciaaaardoooo

of course i'll let them know

She plated up dinner and placed on in front of Milo, putting his colouring book and pencils up on the counter. They didn't mention Daniel and Olivia for the rest of the night. As much as Milo said he was okay with it, Y/N still want' sure. So she didn't say anything.

***

She hadn't been out on a date since before Milo was born. Y/N didn't have any date clothes, which is why she went shopping on her lunch break.

There wasn't a lot she could afford, nothing too fancy. She searched through the shops for the entirety of the half an hour she had for a lunch break. It took a few attempts in a few different shops before she found the dress she'd wear out to dinner with Daniel.

It was black and fit to her body. She skirt was short, with a tiny, little slit on the side. Nothing like what anybody would expect to see her in, but she felt beautiful when she tried it on. It was going to be perfect for her date with Daniel.

It stayed in the back of the car while she completed her day at the office. It stayed in the back of the car when she picked Milo up from daycare.

She got Milo ready for his sleepover at the same time that she got ready for her date with Daniel. She showered as Milo packed away his toys.

For the drive over to his house, she was dressed down, wearing just her sweats. The dress only came out of her car when she and Milo walked up to the house. She kept it clutched tightly in her hands as they knocked on the door and waited for Daniel to answer.

"Milo!" He called the moment he opened the door.

"Mr Ricciardo!" Milo cried, attaching himself to his leg.

He offered Y/N a smile as she walked into the house. Immediately Daniel went to get Milo settled with Olivia while she went to the bathroom to get changed.

When she came out of the bathroom Milo was already comfortable with Olivia's grandparents, telling them his favourite facts about his favourite dinosaurs. He already had Rexy out and the beginnings of Jurassic park was playing on the television in the background.

"Munchkin," Y/N called softly from the doorway.

All eyes turned to her. At Daniels stare she felt herself become rather bashful. He muttered a 'wow' under his breath, but she didn't react.

But Milo still ran over to his momma. "Are you sure you're be okay here with Olivia and her grandparents?" She asked softly as she crouched down to his height (while still trying to keep herself dignified.

"Yeah, momma," Milo said. "Go and have fun." He sounded so grown up, she could have cried. She wrapped her arms around him for just a second before letting him run back to Olivia and her grandparents to tell them the rest of the facts he knew.

Daniel strode towards her and offered her his arm. "Shall we?" He asked. Looping her arm through his, she nodded her head, and they left the house.

She hadn't been on a date in so long, she had forgotten what they were like. Or, maybe no date she'd ever been on before was as good as this one.

Daniel was a perfect gentleman for the entire night. He opened doors for her, pulled out her seat for her, let her order whatever she wanted, and insisted on paying.

Dinner was incredible. The food was good, the drinks were good, and Daniel was even better. She tried to argue with him about the payment, but Daniel wouldn't let her. There was no way he was letting Milo's hot momma pay on the first date.

That night she confessed to him what her dreams were. It wasn't something she liked talking about, not since having Milo. It wasn't that she didn't pursue her dreams because of Milo, but she was a single mum who had moved across the country. She didn't have the time or the money for dreaming.

"I hate to say it," she began as they walked back out to the car, hands joined, swinging between them. "But I'm actually enjoying a night off from parenting."

"Don't feel bad," Daniel said as he pulled open the passenger door for her. But Y/N shook her head. Aside from her little comment, it wasn't something she wanted to talk about. If anything, she wanted to get back to Milo.

Daniel shut the door and climbed into the drivers seat. "Come on," he began. "We've got one more stop before we head home."

"We do?"

Daniel couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. He started the car and began driving, heading away from the restaurant. The further they drove the less busy the roads got. The city lights soon faded but Daniel kept driving.

It was only when they were in the middle of nowhere that he stopped. Out here they could see the stars. "Wow," she whispered as she opened the car door and stepped out. Her outfit wasn't really suited for the cool night air, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she leaned against the hood of the car.

"Have I told you that you look really good?" Daniel asked as he sat beside her. He placed his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

She couldn't stop her giggle as she allowed herself to rest against him. "Yes, Daniel. Several times." She looked up at the stars with her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Daniel. You also look great."

He was in a simple pair of jeans and white shirt. But damn did it suit him.

She couldn't stop herself from grabbing his hand and tracing her fingertips over his tattoos. "Tonight has been amazing. I don't think I've been on a date since I was maybe seventeen," she confessed.

"We're gonna have to make up for lost time," he said, leaning his face closer to hers.

He was addicting, and she couldn't help but find herself drawn to him. Drawn in close enough to kiss him. His hand was cupping her cheek, fingers pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Just like kissing Daniel the first time, it was amazing. He quite literally took her breath away. But neither of them wanted to pull away, not until they were desperate. Even then, Daniel still rested his forehead against hers. "Be mine," he whispered, his lips almost touching hers again.

She couldn't stop herself from stealing another kiss. "Not until I take you on a date, Mr Ricciardo," she said smugly.

Mr Ricciardo. He liked the sound of that.

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[yourenothingbutnottome]

A Court of Snakes and Vipers (Part 1?)

Mattheo Riddle x F!Potter

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: At Platform 9 3/4 and the train ride to Hogwarts for the first day of 6th year, Slytherin bashing, friend bashing, tension with family over house and chosen friendships, establishing deep cemented loyalties to the Snake Gang, bestie Draco x OC, Mattheo/OC mutual pining but worried over the implications of the war, 1POV

Notes: AU, Potter parents alive, Harry!twin OC (Livina Rose Potter, NN Rose, Liv, Livvy), Slytherin, characters aged up, Draco in his bestie era, OC has secret power than can change the tide of the war, Snake crew bloodsworn to Rose TOG style; just a little scene that played in my brain while going to sleep one night, idk if anyone other than me will like it, might not continue but I just wanted to write this out for my own sanity bc I couldn't stop thinking about it, not beta read, bad writing, banner from @sweetmelodygraphics

“What did Malfoy say to you on the platform?” Harry interrogates as soon as the door to our compartments reaches its close. 

“Geez, how long were you holding that one in?” I laugh, taking a seat across from Hermione and Ron, leaving Harry’s spot open for him by the window.

“I’m serious, Liv.” He sits, body entirely facing me.

“Okay?” 

“What did he say?” His voice is harsh.

I roll my eyes and chuckle in disbelief at the way he instantly goes into what I call “Savior” mode.

“Nothing important.” I say with a finality, hoping he dismisses the conversation at that. But of course he doesn’t.

He turns so that he’s addressing the three of us. “I think he’s a Deatheater.” Before I can laugh or tell him how ridiculous he’s being, he continues. “I think he’s a Deatheater and I want to know what he said to you.”

I think back to the brief interaction, mere moments ago when we were saying goodbye to our parents for the upcoming term.

My arms are wrapped around my father in a final hug. He kisses the top of my head and pushes me out to an arms length. “Let me get a good look at you before you go,” he jokes. “Yup, two arms, two legs and oh look at that! A head attached to the rest of your body! I expect all of those things to be there when we see you for Christmas.”

“James, enough,” our mother scolds, humor light in her voice. She smooths Harry’s tie for the 100th time.

“What?! I don’t have to worry about Harry! But, you never know with these Slytherins,” he laughs.

“James.” Mom’s voice is edged and leaves no room for argument. 

“Sorry, honey” He lays a hand on my cheek. “You know I tease. Slytherin or not, I love you. You have a good heart, and you know right from wrong.” He affirms, as if these are traits that Slytherins are incapable of having.

“You know Slytherins aren’t monsters …” I say.

“Of course you aren’t. That’s what I was saying, darling.”

“No. You were saying I’m not a monster. Not Slytherins. Like there’s the rest of them, and then there’s me. A wayward Slytherin. Different.”

“Well, you are different.”

I step back. “No .. I’m not.” My voice hardens, as it always does when I’m forced to defend my house, to defend my friends.

“Let’s not do this now,” mom pleads. I’ve been having this argument the entirety of my academic career at Hogwarts, but it’s gotten significantly worse after the events of last year: the confirmation of Voldemort’s return and the murder of our Uncle Sirius. Harry’s vision had led us to the ministry under a ruse and ever since, dad has been extra tense. 

“No, let's.” Harry interjects. “You know who her ‘friends’ are.” He says the word ‘friends’ as if it's coated in poison. 

My mother attempts to lecture the two of them while I tune their voices out. It isn’t anything different than what I’d heard the entire summer. Instead, I look across the way, meeting Draco’s gaze.

His mother drops him off, rushing to evade the eyes of curious onlookers, but lingering to share the last few moments with her son. Lucius is absent, of course, which is why so many are looking. They know about what happened last year; the paper hasn’t stopped running articles on their family, all centered on his father’s stay in Azkaban. 

Draco hushes his mother’s worrying, and though I am not close enough to hear, I am sure he is reassuring her and putting on a strong face for her. His back is to me as he gives her a hug goodbye, whispering something softly to her that causes her eyes to flash and focus on mine. She gives me a tight smile before turning her attention back to her son. He gently grabs his trolley of luggage, steady hands leaving her shaking ones, giving her the opportunity to apparate away. 

His entire body is stiff, rigged with pressure and expectations that no one our age should carry. Eyes back to mine, I can see everything he’s hiding from the rest of the world. I can see beyond the mask, I can see to Draco. His pain. His mourning. His innocence. His fear. His desperation. His courage. I see him. My closest friend, my brother. I see a soldier, one like no other. 

“Livina Rosalie Potter, you listen to me.” My father scolds. “Stop zoning out. You’ve been doing that all summer.”

“Because you’ve been saying the same things and it’s a bunch of hogwash that I don’t care to listen to all summer.” I respond, full rebellion on display.

He flubbers for just a moment, temporarily speechless. “I don’t care what house you’re in. You are a Potter. You are a symbol in this war. You are a weapon. And you are naive to believe they don’t see that.” 

“Who are ‘they’?” I sass, knowing full well who he means.

His face is tense with a quiet rage. “I will pull you out of school if I have to. I have half a mind to ask Dumbledore a personal favor and have you switched to Gryffindor house so that your brother can watch over you because apparently of the two of you, he’s the only one who can use his brain.”

“James!” My mother gasps, shocked.

“No, Lily,” he hisses. “If Liv can’t take care of herself, then someone else will have to do it for her.” He looks to me again. “You aren’t making smart decisions. You’re putting yourself in incredible danger. They aren’t your friends and even if they aren’t active participants yet, they will be soon and they aren’t worth saving. Don’t you ever forget what a threat they pose to you or how dangerous and violent they can be.” 

My entire being vibrates with a rage so fierce that it feels as if I am boiling straight from my very core. My fingers twitch, clenching and unclenching around an object that isn’t there. I can feel that hidden, secret power within me screaming to be unleashed with my anger, begging to be let free, desperate to defend those it perceives to be threatened. 

Just as I open my mouth to release my outrage, fury coiling inside of me, a strong shoulder rams into mine, causing the trolley that the offending arm was pulling to go tumbling. Trunks scatter. An owl screeches as its cage topples to my feet. Ryu. (Pronounced Rue). Draco’s owl. 

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes, terse and polite. He bends close to where I had fallen, gathering his discarded items. He looks to me as he feigns struggling with one trunk in particular, and speaks so that no other may hear. “Don’t. Control it. You are strong. Stifle it and wait. You hold the fate of the future within you and this is not our time to fight. You fight, we fight. But this is not that fight.” He stands straight, trolley re-packed and stacked neatly. “Sorry, again.” he says loud enough for my family to hear, standing straight and holding his hand out. 

I place my scarred hand into his, using his strength to both pull me to my feet and to ground me in a wave of calm and control.

“See you in class,” he dismisses and continues his walk to the train.

“Ugh, Harry, will you just drop it? Please?”

“Why? So he did say something to you?’ His eyes narrow as he glares at me. “You need to quit hanging out with him. With all of them. I don’t know why you aren’t taking this seriously. You need to listen to dad, and you need to listen to me.”

“Here we go,” Ron huffs, throwing his hands in the air and leaning back into his seat.

“You’re not the boss of me, Harry. Now why don’t you just piss off and leave my friends alone? Why are you like this?”

“Your friends?” he scoffs, unbelieving “They don’t care about anyone but themselves. They’re on the wrong side of this war and you know it! You’re absolutely stupid if you think any different.”

“I’m … stupid?” I question with the eerie calm that got me sorted into Slytherin to begin with. “Stupid because I won’t let my brother, my “Holier-Than-Thou,-Can-Do-No-Wrong” brother tell me who I can and can’t be friends with? I’m stupid ….” my voice rises as I stand in confrontation, “because I’m defending the people I care about? The people who, mind you, you know nothing about. Nothing other than your own prejudice and disgusting bigotry!”

“Bigotry?!” Harry, also standing now, exclaims in shock. “That’s rich coming from the girl defending someone who called Hermione a Mudblood, defending someone who is the literal spawn of the man responsible for this war? All of their parents were in that room last year, hunting us! Hunting you! They killed Sirius! Does that mean nothing to you?!” He huffs again in the pretentious way that only Harry can scoff. “So yes, you’re stupid to continue to associate with people trying to hunt you and your family. You’re stupid for thinking that when the time comes, they won’t hand you over to Voldemort and betray you. You’re stupid if you think they haven’t thought of doing the killing curse themselves! No better way to impress your father than by personally killing his enemies, right?!”

My brows are lifted in disbelief, in complete awe at his ignorance and cruelty. “I’ve known them for years, Harry.” I say softly. “I know them in ways you never will. None of you will. I trust them and I love them. You’re wrong.” I turn to Hermione, “Tell him,” I rush, pleading. Desperate for him to understand. For someone to be on my side. “Tell him how Draco apologized to you! Tell him how Enzo walked you to your dorm after that Ravenclaw was a little too grabby, tell him how the next day that same Ravenclaw was in the hospital wing!”

Hermione glances between Harry and I, uncomfortable and distressed. “Those things only happened because of you. You made them do those things.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she didn’t want us to hear, didn’t want to participate in this fight between siblings. She looks at me, eyes soft and shy, but stern. “He’s right, Liv … they’re bad just the same as their parents. They’re dangerous. Being friendly inside of the school walls is one thing …  it’s not going to be the same.” She moves her eyes to look at her hands, hiding from my anger as if in shame of admitting her bias against my friend group. 

I shake my head, looking up so as to restrain the tears that so desperately want to fall. “I’ve never been more disappointed in you .. both of you,” I look to Harry whose face has that smug vindicated look to it. “You don’t know a damn thing. And neither does dad.” I turn, leaving him gaping at me.

I don’t see him rush to reach for his cloak, nor do I notice his unseen presence following me afterwards, lingering distantly enough so as to remain undetected but close enough to not lose me in my fleeing.

I don’t know where I’m going. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that I don’t have to see his face, don’t have to listen to the “Great” Harry Potter spew hate in front of me. He doesn’t know them like I do. He doesn’t know anything. He’s blinded by hatred.

“There you are, beautiful,” a voice wraps around me at the same time a hand grabs my wrist, pulling me in for a hug. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“Well, here I am.” I shrug, falling in step beside him.

His eyes turn to me harshly, “What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Enzo,” I sigh.

“My favorite snake is upset and we haven’t even gotten to school yet. Something happened.”

“You’re sweet to be protective,” I pat the hand still holding on to me, guiding me through the train.

“After everything we’ve been through?” his hand moves to grab at mine. “Always.”

I look into his eyes, steadfast, strong, and loyal. Like all of theirs. A fierceness we all hold connected to each other. “I know,” I soften, “It’s the same thing it always is. The great, ‘open-minded’ Potters. Same thing my dad’s been on and just Harry being, well, Harry.”

Enzo’s face contorts with sympathy. “I’m sorry, dear.” 

We stop at the door to a compartment that I assume holds the rest of our ragtag group. “You ready for the chaos?”

“Always,” I respond, mimicking him, as he slides the door open, using an arm around my shoulder to pull me in alongside him. “Look who I found wandering about all melancholy like!” Enzo announces. I let out a small laugh as I gently slap his arm off of me.

“What’s wrong?” Mattheo asks, eyes flicking to mine with a somber sincerity. I flop ungracefully in the open seat next to Draco, throwing my legs up across the way to rest in Mattheo’s lap. He immediately wraps his fingers around my ankles.

“Just annoying family shit.”

“Been there,” Theo jokes. We all just stare blankly at him. “What?” he defends, “We aren’t making jokes about this mess yet?” He looks at each of us, desperate for just one of us to laugh with him. Draco and I lock eyes and that’s all it takes for the two of us to bust into laughter. The others join in and we all laugh at Theo rather than his poorly timed, crappy joke. 

After the laughter dies down, the mood sobers again as we think on Theo’s words. “How are you guys? Really?” I ask gently.

“We’ll get through it, Bella.” Theo whispers, laughter gone from his eyes.

“Together,” Draco confirms, nodding his head once and gripping my hand on the seat next to him. The others nod in agreement. All but Mattheo. 

“And you, Matty?” I hold his gaze. All of them seem to have lost the light in their eyes over the summer, but him especially. It’s like there's no one home, no fight left. But I know better. I know him better. He feels everything, he feels too much. He’s the strongest and most ruthless fighter of us all. A true warrior.

His grip on my ankles tightens. “We’ll be okay,” he reassures me, but the sentiment dies there, it doesn’t reach the rest of his face. "Stop flirting with her with your stupid accent." He glares sideways at Theo who throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let’s talk about Harry,” he says, eyes hardening. “What did he say to you?”

“Oh you know, that I’m stupid, have to pick my side, tried to ban me from speaking to you lot, called you all bigots who only think of yourselves, and …” I trail off, hesitant to upset Mattheo further.

“And?” Draco prompts, face stiff, contorted with a silent rage.

“And,” I take a steadying breath, “And he said that you’re only pretending to be my friend until the time is right for you to kill me to impress him.” I roll my eyes at his dramatics in an attempt to lighten the mood. “He’s just pissy because his little crush Ginny is bumping uglies with Dean Thomas and here I am with all you pretty boys fawning over me, desperate for my love.”

The trunks overhead thud around, probably in response to the train vibrating over a particular rough patch of track.

Together, we share an unfiltered laugh at the recurring joke. There have been rumors at school that we’re in some kind of reverse Harem and we think it’s bloody hysterical to push the rumors on. Because what other reason would the toughest guys in school have for wanting to be friends with a Potter? Obviously because we’re fucking. 

“She thinks we’re pretty, awwww” Blaise teases while pinching Enzo’s cheek.

“The prettiest,” I compliment with a giggle.

“But one of us is prettier than the rest, right?” Draco teases from my right, knowing of my affections for one Mr. Mattheo Riddle, who I am proud to say I did not glance to when Draco said that. 

“Oh piss off, Draco. You’re horrid!” I shove him into the wall, as he chuckles at my misfortune.

Mattheo hides a small grin, eyes downcast in an attempt to hide his barely visible blush.

I’ve always been his girl, just the same as he’s been mine. Anyone who matters knows it. But it’s never been said, never truly been claimed or acted upon. At first it was just a youthful bashfulness, a fear of rejection and the potential loss of a sincere friendship. But then as the war grew closer and times became more tense, it became an unspoken but uniformly understood agreement that our connection is already a threat and dangerous enough without adding labels and romance to it. But still, our claim to each other lingers in the air around us, a living thing, the same as the oxygen we breathe: unseen but existing nonetheless.

In fact, each of the boys had tried to push Pansy and I away from them at the very start. But we’re family. We’re loyal and headstrong in our support to one another. They are mine and I am theirs. To the very end. Potter, Malfoy, Riddle, Order, Death Eater. None of it matters. We don’t belong to our names, to our parents or their agendas. We belong to each other and that’s it. A third invisible “side” in this war. Perhaps the most dangerous any of us could be in. Outwardly linked to one, but realistically and eternally, truthfully, bonded to each other. To me. Pansy Parkinson. Lorenzo Berkshire. Theodore Nott. Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy. Mattheo Riddle. 

My bloodsworn.

A court of snakes and vipers. 

[faithless-hoaxx]

stare at the crash

Content warning? A vaguely disturbing description of love.

“Then tell me, Kit. Tell me why. Tell me why you’ll leave a room the moment I enter and then kiss me like that. Tell me why you’ll call me ‘Centurion Blackthorn’ and pretend we’re perfect strangers, then nearly kill the first man who dares say I’m a freak. Tell me why – no, tell me how you can say you wish we had never met, but you’ll send me a special edition of fucking Sherlock Holmes for fucking Christmas and give me your dead mother’s necklace without my even asking – all while not saying a single fucking word to me about it. Because that’s just it: You never talk to me, Christopher.”  The glint of Ty’s eyes darked to a silver metallic with rage, a shade of gray so sharp Kit wanted to flay himself open so Ty could see the calamitous inner workings of just how relentlessly Kit’s heart beat for him.  “You promised me. You promised me, Kit, that you wouldn’t let me be the punchline to another joke I didn’t even know was being made. But you lied! You lied, and I can’t begin to fathom why, and the whole time you keep jerking me around on these stupid, stupid strings because you know I would go anywhere you want me to.” And –  Kit had not known that.  “Tell me something true, Kit.” And – oh, that was desperation leaking into Ty’s voice. It danced with his anger until all the fiery causticity bled from Ty’s next sentence. “Please, Christopher.”  A more honest man would have said that Kit was hopeless when it came to all matters Tiberius Nero Blackthorn. A more honest man would have admitted every visage of Ty rang with such sharp clarity in Kit’s head that not a single conversation or swallow of an Adam’s apple could escape it, because Kit’s memory – Kit’s everything – was a steel deathtrap that clung with nothing short of vicious fervor to Ty Blackthorn, that the ferociousness with which he cherished – adored – worshiped that man was implacable and shred any semblance of proper sense Kit may have ever possessed.  And –  – that was just it, wasn’t it? This whole thing was entirely nonsensical, yet the notion did nothing to quell Kit’s raging addiction. Kit would die for – would kill for – would live for Ty Blackthorn, because although Livvy had been half of Ty’s soul, Ty was every self-loathing molecule of Kit’s heart. For the boy who had held a knife to Kit’s throat, and for the man with a gaze of steel, Kit would gouge out his own heart and serve it on a silver platter, because it had only ever belonged to him to begin with. And if he was so willing, maybe Ty would allow himself to fall apart on the serrated edges of Kit’s shattered composure and allow their blood to linger and amalgamate for an eternity. Forever. But because Kit was not a more honest man, because Kit had grown up on the streets of the LA Shadow Market with nothing but a con for a father and a proclivity for keeping secrets, all he said was: “I love you. I’m sorry.” 

[helenofblackthorns]

randomly picking through the books is so fun because you stumble upon small details that you don’t think twice about reading but have greater implications when you do. like how Helen and Mark stayed up the night of Livvy’s death talking about his love life 😭😭

in a way it makes sense given they probably couldn’t sleep after everything & it was probably apart of a larger conversation about everything that had happened to the both of them but also…. your brother’s literally begging to have his emotions turned off rn lmao

side note it's funny how Mark spent like two books being a steel trap about Kieran & the Hunt and not sharing anything upfront about his feelings but the minute Helen shows up she knows it all. every messy detail. yes it makes sense given they were closer before & she Gets It but he literally went to great lengths to ensure the others didn't even know Kieran existed in the beginning like damn 😭 livvy would've eaten it up too like a faerie prince is crazy in love with you??? she's gonna start planning the wedding immediately

[whaliensdream]

I feel like "I Love You, I'm Sorry" by Gracie Abrams is such a KitTy coded song 😭

Two Augusts ago

I told the truth, oh, but you didn't like it, you went home

— Ty telling Kit that he has to ressurect Livvy and Kit leaving for his new home.

Two summers from now

We'll have been talking, but not all that often, we're cool now

— KitTy at the start of TLKOF maybe? When Kit's done staying mad at Ty and they're trying to be cool with each other.

You were the best but you were the worst

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

I was a dick, it is what it is

A habit to kick, the age-old curse

— Idek if it's Kit to Ty or Ty to Kit after everything that happened at the end of QOAAD?? Both of them were really special to each other and both of them really hurt one another, even if unintentionally... And as sick as it sounds (especially to Kit), maybe Ty actually fell in love with Kit first!!

I love you, I'm sorry

— Both of them to each other because I feel like once they finally have an honest conversation, they're gonna feel really sorry for not communicating properly 😭

Art by @cassandrajean

[tys-kitty]

Okay but the TWP gang will probably end up in Thule, right? And this means that Ty will meet Thule!Livvy who may also help him letting go of Ghost!Livvy. However, imagine upon their arrival, Kit and Ty have a conversation in their room about her, that kind of goes like this:

Kit: Are you all right?

Ty: I don‘t… Everyone expects me to…

Ty *slumps on the bed and takes a deep breath*

Ty: She just isn‘t my Livvy

Kit *drops to his knees before his boyfriend*

Kit: No, she isn‘t. But she‘s also a person who knows what‘s it like to lose your twin and the person you have loved more than anything else in the world. And that has to count for something, doesn‘t it?

[bankofwildflowers]

I have just had thoughts.

We know that Thule will obviously feature again in The Wicked Powers. CC has said that the location of the black volume of the dead, as well as what happened to thule!simon, will be addressed. What i just realized after rereading TDA for the tenth time is that almost all the clues given so far relate to Thule.

The last king of Faerie? In Thule the Unseelie King united the courts and is currently ruling over them with Erec as his heir. And Julian told Thule!Livvy his true name before leaving. And Thule!Liivvy is around seventeen or eighteen, which is the age Kit and Ty will be in TWP. I cant help but assume that Kit and Ty will encounter Thule!Livvy at some point because they're around the same age- maybe by Kit and Ty somehow ending up in Thule!Faerie?

Also, Thule!Mark is missing and we can assume he's with the Wild Hunt in Faerie, which does not have the blight as the mortal world in Thule, meaning there's a strong chance that he and Janus (due to his extra angel blood) are literally the only two candidates for still retaining their Shadowhunter powers, which may tie in to the third book's title- The Last Shadowhunter. And obviously the second book is related to the epilogue of the Lost Book of the White, and the events of the Black Volume of the Dead.

Besides, the problem that Dru goes to Faerie for at the start of TLKoF? I bet it's Jaime being missing. CC said everyone's looking for a solution to the problem, so either everyone at this point knows about the missing Jaime and can't trace him in Faerie (because Kieran would know where he is on Unseelie lands), or it's another demonic problem. I bet the separate problem Kit and Ty are having is related to Livvy's ghost.

Also, remember the dreams Clary had in the early mortal instruments? Of her seeing Jace and Sebastian circle each other, Jace with white wings and Sebastian with black wings? Well, that didn't happen, but there IS someone who looks like Sebastian and has black wings- Ash. And conversely there IS someone who looks like Jace, too- Kit. Who hasn't sprouted white wings yet, but has fey heritage just like Ash. They're technically related, even- the Seelie Queen is Kit's great great great whatever grandmother, so they even partly trace the same lineage. Somehow I think the prophetic dreams Clary had were not of Jace and Sebastian, but Kit and Ash.

All this to say i have no idea how I'm going to wait 1.5 more years for TLKoF. Istg I'll have finished a PhD by the time this series finally ends

[inkedbydave]

What do you love about Kit and Ty? Not just as a couple but as individual characters? 😋

FINALLY I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY FAVORITE GAYS YAAAY

Honestly, I can't even put it into words how much I love them both as a pairing and as individuals.

Kit is the human equivalent of "I’m fine" when he’s very much not fine. Raised in a world of cons and secrets, he’s the guy who can charm his way out of trouble but will still think everyone secretly hates him. Kit hides his soft heart behind sarcasm and quick comebacks, and if he doesn’t trust anyone, it’s only because life has taught him not to. Which is one of the most interesting character traits and dynamics I love reading about honestly. Add in the fact that he’s a Herondale (with all the drama that comes with that) and has faerie powers he didn’t ask for, and you get a guy who just wants to nap and feel okay for once but instead keeps getting dragged into world-ending chaos. Keep in mind that we are talking about the same guy who spent most of his life playing videogames in his father's basement and now suddenly the future of the world is on his shoulders. He’s street smart and witty but has a huge heart made out of gold. And he is sooooo selfless, I just know he would sacrifice anything to protect Tessa, Jem and Mina. Also Ty of course and his whole family, too. He is just made of contradictions and that's what makes him so interesting. He is extremely loyal and loving but extremely careful with showing it. AND HE IS THE SWEETEST OLDER BROTHER EVER. Like have you seen how he treats Mina??? HE IS SO SWEET AND CUTE I CAN'T

Kit is one of those characters who grabs you because of how much he feels like a real person underneath all the charm and sarcasm. I love how he pretends he doesn’t care about anything when, in reality, he cares so much it hurts him. He’s so deeply shaped by his past—being raised by a father who kept him at arm’s length, losing his mother, and growing up in a world where trust was a dangerous luxury. But what gets me is how, even with all of that, Kit still has this raw, untapped capacity for love and loyalty. He doesn’t think he’s a good person, but he is, he’s someone who wants to belong so badly but doesn’t know how to let himself. Watching him wrestle with his identity (whether it’s as a Herondale, the First Heir, or just Kit) is heartbreaking and fascinating because you can see the potential for him to grow into something amazing.

Ty, on the other hand, is a goddamn genius. He operates on logic, precision, and a level of focus that could probably stop wars if applied correctly. He would never do something without reason or without thinking it through. And the fact that he is so closed off just adds to his magic. Emotions? Complicated. Social norms? Optional. But that doesn’t mean Ty doesn’t feel things deeply, he just channels his grief, love, and everything else into hyperfocusing on solving mysteries and building cool gadgets. He’s blunt, fiercely loyal, and unshakably determined, which makes him amazing at solving problems but hilariously bad at figuring out his own feelings. He’d rather face a demon than have a heartfelt conversation, but underneath it all, Ty cares more than he’ll ever admit. And imo he is the most interesting character of all of TDA, all of fiction honestly.

Ty is incredible in such a different way. I love how unapologetically himself he is. Ty doesn’t try to fit into the mold the world expects of him. He embraces his differences and uses them as his strengths. His intelligence and focus are unmatched, but what I love most is how deeply he feels things, even if he doesn’t express them the way people might expect. He’s quiet but not emotionless, he loves his family with every fiber of his being, and his grief for Livvy shows just how much the people he cares about mean to him. What I admire about Ty is how his way of loving and protecting people is so steadfast, even when it’s messy or misguided. He’s someone who is so uniquely himself that you can’t help but root for him, even when he’s making mistakes.

What I love about Kit and Ty together is how they bring out sides of each other that no one else does. Kit is one of the few people who truly understands Ty without expecting him to change, and Ty, in turn, gives Kit this anchor, a sense of being seen and valued in a way Kit’s never really had before. They’re so different, but it works because they complement each other. Kit’s emotional intuition and Ty’s logical mind shouldn’t mesh, but they do in this really beautiful, natural way. I love how their relationship is full of these tiny, quiet moments of understanding, how Kit knows when to push Ty and when to give him space, and how Ty just gets Kit without needing everything spelled out. But what really makes them special is that they challenge each other to grow. Kit helps Ty open up to the world, and Ty shows Kit that he doesn’t have to be alone. There’s so much potential for healing and love between them, and watching that unfold is one of the most compelling things about their story.

They complete eachother in the best way ever, they're like 2 halves of a whole. Like the sun and moon.

Oh man, I'm not happy with this but i can't word it any better I just have way too many emotions about these two it's so hard wording them in the right way😔

[the-rebels-and-the-saints]

Like, why aren't more people talking about this teaser?

His face crumpled. "He hates me," he said. "All I do is love him, but he hates me, he just hates me, I don't know why."

LIKE? This is so clearly TLKOF Ty talking to Dru (not Livvy, because she disappears in TLKOF, convince me otherwise) about Kit! Presumably this is towards the end of TLKOF where both Dru's and Ty's romantic lives and the world in general are in chaos. And this is just a sweet, heart-breaking sibling moment between them where they talk about how everything is messed up and how the people they'd loved had broken their hearts. Since they were away from each other, it would be news to Dru that Ty was in love with Kit, and it would be news to Ty that Dru had given her heart to someone Ty had barely heard of.

Like, just imagine THAT conversation. I'm interested in their dynamic so much because Dru and Ty are going to make a different sibling pair than what we're used to. They weren't close enough to fully understand each other when they were younger. Ty always seemed like the cool older brother to Dru, what with him being so smart and knowing so much about so many things. Dru, on the other hand, was the gothic younger sister, with an inexplicable love for vintage horror and a criminal edge that impressed Kit Herondale, who basically had crime etched in his DNA. But they always protected each other. Like, it was given.

And when I think about all that and try to imagine their special moments, I just can't anymore. *cries inconsolably*

[foundfamily-connoisseur]

Wanted to make a thing for the Punch Out fandom uh. Hi :D!!!! You can call me Pog or Livvy. Either or works ;D

Got into it rn and I might be here for a bit because Little Mac is son material and I will force the boxers to be his family...they can not escape his whimsical charms that inspire familial feelings...

If you ever wanna chat about punch out and it's characters, discuss ideas, aus, hcs, etc I'm your guy!

I also take drawing requests but do keep in mind they won't always be answered, usually lower effort as well so rip (hint hint I'm more likely ro get to it if it has little mac. I'm not biased i swesr)

Ans yeah my dms are always open! Busy with college so I'll be slow with posting art and stuff but yeah I'm down for any manner of conversation 🫶

Edit: OH YEAH I'm a speaker of the Spanish so Hola fandom español si existen... idk why you need to know that but now you do!! Lol maybe if any of yall write Don Flamenco I can help yoy out or something

[ycseniarivera]

No problem! Exactly! Like, I know for me, my senses can be really strong so I can associate a certain smell with a certain look and so on. It might be mind games in our head, but I can get really into it. Yeah, exactly! Oh yes, I do! You can never, ever have too much cheese or bacon when it comes to potato skins. And I usually have sour cream on top if we've got the bottled kind. It's such a good snack in a pinch.

Thanks, Nia! You're honestly a sweet peach, I don't know what I'd do without you. See! You get me, it honestly is all about the senses: the way something looks jus makes us think that it smells or tastes different somehow. Doesn't matter whether or not it's true. Oh, totally, and they make us think about being a kid all over again, you now? Do you like the potato skins loaded up with as much as possible? I love 'em with cheese and bacon and dipped in sour cream!