#do they ever talk about it. or did theo lay awake at night the first few times at liams house

[throwawaybog]

sometimes i think about theo and liam getting closer. and if liam ever remembered that time theo was caught in a memory of hell, and how liam told theo he deserved it, and should've been left in the ground. i wonder if theo ever brings hell up, or if he keeps quiet--lest he be told the same again.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Hi, at first I want to thank you! I absolutely adore this series and can’t get enough of it, constantly checking if there’s smth new ❤️🥺

So here’s my a bit angst headcanon about Logan having one of his self doubt episodes. We all know that he’s pretty much confident, sometimes even a bit cocky but I always have in mind that he has some times (probably late at night when he is all alone with his head) that everything bad catches to him. Like he remembers all the bad stuff he did, that in fact he’s just a weapon made for hurting people and how he should be alone because of it all (poor baby 🥺). It doesn’t help that he’s in XIX and has this mindset that he must be strong all the time, without any problems or doubts (of course he’s only hard on himself, he’s definitely not thinking the same stuff about Theo, Sunshine or any other students. she just has a lot of unresolved trauma and he was taught not to be a burden; that he has to deal with it on his own).

So one night he has another episode of those thoughts, doubting if he deserves the domestic and peaceful life with Sunshine, if he should be in Theo’s life and all of that crap.

The thing is that it’s a middle of the night, he’s laying in his room, Sunshine next to him (they had a free weekend cuz Theo is on some kind of school trip with Scott and Ororo), when he was caught still awake by her:

S: Logan…. What’s wrong?

She would be so confused and worried why he’s not sleeping.

L: Nothing princess. Go to sleep.

He would try to brush her off, not letting himself open up to her, because obviously he doesn’t deserve it and should simply get himself together (this dumb adorable man… 🙄😅)

But then Sunshine would reach him, make him look at her and talk him through it all, in the end making him confess about everything. He would even let a single tear fall down while thinking about all the good things in his life that he “doesn’t deserve” and apologized for it immediately, but her only reaction would be hugging him and telling him how silly he’s now for apologizing for being a human and having emotions. She talks with him about his feelings and emotions (probably Sunshine would be a first person that ever have this convo with him, such a kind and loving person she is) and how he shouldn’t be afraid of not being always strong and full macho mode with her. How she simply adores and feels even closer in those moments.

In the end she makes him promise that he will be open more about himself and talks to her about his insecurities when they bother him. He cuddles into her and in that moment he falls even harder for her, just because he finally feels comfortable and has a peace of mind that he hadn’t felt in years.

Ps: I know it’s all sappy but I feel like a lot of people overlook Logan’s self hatred and that in the end he’s just a human as everyone else. Soft and vulnerable Logan who low his guards and feels safe with admitting that he’s not in fact okay has a special place in my heart 🥹

And sorry if it’s bed written or smth, English is not my first nor second language so apologies if it’s hard to read 🫥

A lot of love and thanks again fot this amazing duo ❤️🙏🏼

AAAAAAA HONEYYYY! ❤️

You're absolutely amazing and your English is great and you're so talented AND I LOVE THIS HC SO MUCH-

Soft and vulnerable Logan my beloved!❤️

(probably late at night when he is all alone with his head) that everything bad catches to him. Like he remembers all the bad stuff he did, that in fact he’s just a weapon made for hurting people and how he should be alone because of it all LOGAN I WILL HUG YOU-

The fact that he thinks he's just a weapon while Sunshine would never ever think that about him 🥺 But even so he wouldn't be able to share it with her, just like you said! ❤️

I do think that Logan thinks he doesn't deserve Sunshine -and that life with her and Theo and such- after everything he's been through 🥺

he was taught not to be a burden; that he has to deal with it on his own I think that right there will actually create some problems in Logan and Sunshine's relationship before he learns how to talk about his feelings ❤️

probably Sunshine would be a first person that ever have this convo with him AGREE! Like, he doesn't really talk about his feelings and I think the fact that he was willing to be vulnerable with Sunshine like that...🥰

In the end she makes him promise that he will be open more about himself and talks to her about his insecurities when they bother him. HELP SHE IS SO SOFT WITH HIM-

This is so amazing, thank you so so much! ❤️❤️❤️

[realityescapee01]

Kind

Theo x Reader (female)

(Setting: After bringing back Theo from hell, the deadpool season follows after it.)

"Be careful, Theo. Okay?" -Y/N warned Theo. Genuine concern in her voice.

"Y-Yeah." -Theo stared at how concerned Y/N was for him. It made him a little teary eyed.

Since he was brought back, he had been fending for himself, alone. He has no home. No family. No friends. Scott's pack never accepted him.

The supernatural creatures were being hunted down by professionals.

"Come on, Y/N! Let's go! Leave him!" -Stiles called Y/N out.

"Alright! Stay alive, Theo. We'll figure it out." -Y/N bid goodbye to Theo as she ran back to Stiles.

The pack had discovered a list of supernatural beings with a prize money for their head. Scott was just attacked. Theo had a harder time to sleep that night.

Aside from the police knocking him awake and shooing him away in his truck, he now has to look out for professional hunters after his head. As he lay down in his truck he remembered Y/N. She was always kind. Even after things he did to everyone else. He is sure Y/N was appalled by his deeds as well, but she never went into his face and screamed profanities at him. She never chained him and dragged him along. And now she warned him against the hunters where no one else did. He wondered what's happening to Y/N right now.

Theo took out his phone and scrolled onto Y/N's number. He wanted to call her and know how she's doing.

---

Y/N was holed up with Scott. Stiles was with Lydia and the others.

"You were late. What happened?" -Scott

"Oh, I talked to Theo before me and Stiles left the school. I warned him about the deadpool."

"Okay. That's very kind of you to Theo."

"Well, he did help us back with Monroe. And I think he changed."

"... Don't keep your hopes up, Y/N."

"I know it, Scott. And I know you do too. You wanna give him a second chance too. The pack was just not ready for it."

"It will come... go on, sleep, I'll keep watch."

Y/N lied down on the corner and into a sleeping bag. She took out her phone and thought of Theo. Where he could be right now. If he's okay. But Y/N knows Theo is more than capable of defending himself. Theo did a lot of bad things but it came from a place of wanting to belong into something. Theo doesn't exactly have the best role models growing up with dread doctors and being experimented on. But the events with Liam in the hospital and in the precinct standoff, Theo is changing for the good.

Y/N smiled at that as she remembered her crushing real hard on Theo the first time he appeared in Beacon Hills. Can't blame her, Theo looked fine. Beautiful face, perfect hair, cool style, overall: hot. But of course, the whole: in it with the dread doctors was a bummer. But his development redemption arc really delivered. Y/N just wanted the others to give Theo a chance.

Now they are seriously threatened by professional killers. And it scared Y/N that she may never see or talk to Theo ever again. She cursed and sent Theo a chat.

Theo was just about to lock his phone off and get some sleep when Y/N's chat bubble popped up. Theo was surprised but his lips slowly curled into a smile as he opened the message.

-Hey, Theo. How are you?-

-Hey. I'm good. You?-

-I'm safe-

-Where are you?-

-Preserve-

-Okay- Theo was near the preserve and parked his truck behind some trees, invisible from the main road.

-We gotta move, Theo. Someone's lurking outside-

-Do you need help?-

-I'll be fine. I'm with Scott-

-What's happening?-

Y/N never replied and never even seen the message. Theo was alarmed. He exited his truck and ran into the preserve.

---

Gunshots rang in the preserves as two hunters took a shot at Scott.

"Scott!" -Y/N

"Stay back! Run as soon as you get the chance to."

Scott shifted and launched towards the hunter, knocking his gun off and holding him down.

"Y/N, now!" -Scott instructed Y/N to run.

Y/N spun around and began to run but the other hunter caught her and had an electric wire around her neck. The hunter was ready to pull the wire back, to cut off Y/N's head.

"Stay put, alpha. Your head is next."

Y/N closed her eyes thinking this is it for her.

"Ohgod! I'm gonna die!"

"No, you won't!"

Theo slashed the hunter's arm, effectively making the hunter let go of the wire. Y/N stumbled forward and hurriedly took the wire off her neck. Y/N fell on her butt as she desperately moved away from the hunter. She watched Theo slash at the hunter's abdomen. Theo growled at the hunter and lifted him up by his neck.

"Theo, don't!" -Scott stopped him from killing the hunter.

Theo snarled and threw the hunter towards Scott for the true alpha to tie it up, together with the other one.

Theo huffed and spun back to Y/N.

"Are you okay?" -Theo offered his hand to Y/N, eyes still glowing gold.

"Y-Yeah. Thank you." -Y/N let Theo pull her up on her feet.

Theo's eyes went back to normal and smiled at Y/N, still holding her hand.

"I've got to heal Scott." -Y/N

Theo let Y/N's hand go. Y/N then sat beside Scott as she healed her alpha's gunshot wound. That is her role in the pack: The healer. As soon as she finished, they heard more hunters coming.

"Shit! I'll lure them away. You go with Theo." -Scott "Let's just meet up. You know where."

"Y-Yeah!" -Y/N ran towards Theo.

"Theo!" -Scott looked at Theo seriously. "Keep her alive."

Theo just nodded as he took Y/N's hand and ran her away.

---

Theo led Y/N to his truck and drove away fast.

"Ohgod. Scott is alone." -Y/N worried..

Being the healer, made Y/N to be the big sister of the pack. Mason has a running joke in the pack. Scott is the dad, Stiles is the pack mom, and Y/N is the big sis.

"He can handle it." -Theo said.

"Thanks again."

Theo looked back at Y/N. "No, thank you. No one ever warned me about that deadpool. If you didn't, I would've been dead right now."

"Well, you did help us before. And my conscience can't take it if something happened to you when I could've done something about it."

"You're really kind." -Theo looked over to Y/N, smiling.

Theo's look didn't go unnoticed to Y/N. He looked so... handsome. The way he is now: no pretending, no guard up, no plotting; it made him look good even more. Y/N was seeing Theo in slow motion like how they show you on movies. Y/N thought that was just made up by movies, but it was happening to her right now: Theo in slow motion, smiling.

'Whoa, wait... wtf?!?' - Y/N looked away, squinted her eyes and looked at Theo again, now everything's normal. 'What the fuck happened to me?' Y/N blushed. She is crushing on Theo again.

Theo noticed her uneasiness. "Hey, are you okay?"

'Damn chemosignals!' -Y/N cursed. "Uh, I just felt confused."

Theo then sensed nervousness from Y/N. He told her they'd arrive soon in the meeting place, not knowing that he is the one making Y/N nervous. Y/N just nodded and looked out the window, trying to keep her mind off Theo.

They arrived at the meeting place. Scott arriving soon after them. Hurt and wounded again. Y/N tending to him immediately. Theo stood guard at the door.

"Hey! I see Stiles and Lydia." -Theo

Scott and Y/N walked over to welcome Stiles and Lydia back. The two were hesitant about Theo being there. But Scott vouched for him. Citing that the more help they could get, the better.

Stiles and Lydia got a vital info about the deadpool and figured out where the tapes where made. The pack mobilized and headed to destroy the machine and ultimately put a stop to the deadpool and the assassins hunting them.

As the ordeal unfolded, Theo was slowly accepted by the other pack members. Specially seeing how he always protects Y/N throughout it. Theo was also able to get a job at Deaton's. As Derek helped him fix paperwork and smooth out why he disappeared for a while. Allowing him to go back to school.

Months after that, Theo and Y/N grew closer. But Theo is still not part of the pack. And he's okay with that. He knows it will take a long while. He has patience. But with Y/N, he doesn't. He has to ask her alpha.

"Scott, can we talk?" -Theo dropped by Scott's house. Surprising the alpha.

Scott let him in nonetheless. "What is it about?"

"Y/N... I like her... a lot. I would like to ask her out. And as her alpha, I wanted you to know I am staking a claim."

"Oh..."

It was respectful of Theo to inform him about it. If Theo has a pack, there would be a talk about if Y/N would be part of Theo's pack or if Theo would be in Y/N's pack. And many more other rituals. But Theo having no pack, saves Scott from all those troubles.

"Yeah, it's all good to me, Theo." -Scott have his blessing.

"Thanks."

Theo wasted no time and drove to Y/N's place. Asking her out.

"Wh-What?" -Y/N blushed.

"Go out with me." -Theo stated, ever so confident.

"Y-You like me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh... uhm... ohgod. Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am serious. Is it so hard to believe?" -Theo was confused.

"Well, yeah. Coz... you're so..."

Theo was thinking of so many words, all meaning: bad. He's slowly feeling down.

"You're so... beautiful, Theo. -Y/N continued.

"What?" -Theo turned his ear towards Y/N a little.

"You're so beautiful! Like... ohgod, I can't believe I'm explaining this." -Y/N covered her face with her hands.

Theo was just staring at Y/N, waiting for the explanation.

"Okay... look... you look so good. Like, way outta my league. That's why it's kind of impossible for someone like you to like someone like me. I ain't pretty."

"You're joking." -Theo leaned closer, holding Y/N on her shoulders. "You are pretty. You are beautiful. And I like you. A lot. I will do everything for you to believe me. Starting with a date."

Y/N pursed her lips in thought. "...Okay." Y/N said she's taking her chances.

"Good." -Theo smiling of victory, pulling Y/N into his arms.

"B-But... we gotta tell-"

"I already got your alpha's 'okay' about it."

"You got Scott's blessing?"

"Yeah. Before I came here."

And so Y/N went out with Theo. Slowly, bringing Theo with her in pack meetings. And it just happened, Theo became part of the pack and even more officially so when Y/N answered yes to him being her boyfriend. But of course not without the other pack members threatening Theo if he ever hurt Y/N. To which Theo confidently took and declared he will never hurt Y/N.

--- years after ---

The pack was out and about with their own lives. Scott became a veterinarian. Stiles is in the FBI. Liam becoming a professional lacrosse player. Y/N on her way to become a doctor, and Theo becoming deputy. Sometimes, a problem arise that requires the pack to come together and come solve. Sometimes they go over to Y/N and Theo's house to get healed by Y/N.

"This is so surreal." -Stiles said as he walked in the couple's house. "Never have I ever imagined Theo being deputy."

"Get used to it." -Theo tossed him a beer, still in his deputy uniform, having just come off duty.

"Don't give my dad headache." -Stiles opened the beer and drank.

"Oh, I am his best deputy. Ask him." -Theo confidently challenged Stiles.

Scott came back, putting on his shirt, wounds completely gone. Y/N following him into the living room.

Y/N sat next to Theo, the chimera taking her hand into his. Scott sat next to Stiles and watched everyone sitting together and chilling.

"Good times." -Scott grabbed a beer for himself.

-+-+-+ complete +-+-+-

a/n: about the slow motion bit. It happened to me. I was just 2 steps away from this guy, and he was laughing. I saw the whole thing in slow motion. Damn! I was in a denial state of having a crush on him that time. 🤗

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[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (7)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: none (other than blaise being jealous)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: my workplace is under construction and i'm stressed bc i have to work around all the rubbish and it makes me stay longer when i wanna come home and write 😭 anyways, this is unedited so i'll come back to it after i clock off tonight

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Being friends with you was kind of weird. Draco couldn't really tell you about his day because it consisted of magic nearly the entire time. He’s also at work for almost the entire week, so he wasn't really at home much.

Except for now. Draco finally had twelve days off to spend with his best mates. He had been so caught up with the chaos that surrounded him at work that he wasn't able to plan any sightseeing activities to do with them, so he just let them pick whatever it was they wanted to do.

“I could always ask Y/N what to do,” Blaise suggested. Yes, Draco hadn't forgotten the small fling between you and his best mate. Blaise would go over to your house at least three nights a week while Draco stayed overnight at Santa Marie's. Theo didn't mind being by himself and was grateful that the guest bedroom was farthest from your bedroom window. Draco was also grateful that he chose to go on nights he wasn't home; he didn't need to hear you two throughout the night.

Now that a hatchet was somewhat buried, Draco thought that asking you was a good idea. He nodded his head and headed for the door. Blaise also got up, but the both of them stopped when their hands nearly collided on the door knob. “Oh, did you want to ask her?” Blaise questioned.

“Uh… no you go. She's your…” Draco paused, “You go ahead.” Blaise gave him a weird look before walking out the door and headed to your house. Theo watched the whole thing and waited to start laughing at Draco. He glared at Nott and spat out, “What are you laughing at?”

“What was that?” Theo held his stomach as he caught his breath. “Did you want to talk to her?” Draco didn't appreciate whatever his friend was trying to say. It's just a bloody question. He sat down on the couch and picked up the Daily Prophet from Theo’s hands. He wasn't surprised to find Harry Potter in it, a column about his recent marriage with Weasley’s sister. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten married sooner.

“Do you think it's weird that Blaise is dating a muggle?” Theo asked. His face was neutral, but his tone was suggestive. Draco internalized the question. On one hand, it didn't really disturb him all that much. He was confused as to whether or not you were his girlfriend, but Blaise doesn't really talk about you too much. On another hand, he knew Blaise and even though you annoyed him – or did you? – he always took pity on any girl that mixed with Blaise. Draco didn't know what Blaise would do, but it was enough to get anyone on their knees for him in more ways than one.

“I don’t care who or what he dates,” Draco stated. Theo went to minding his business, until something caught his attention from outside. “Oh Salazar, what is he doing?” Theo’s voice was filled with amusement. Draco turned from his sitting position and saw what was happening.

Blaise was fully making out with you right on your porch. Out where anyone could watch. One of his hands were tangled in your hair while the other one was resting gently on your waist. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders and it looked as if you were on your toes just to reach up to his height. The kiss was slow and sensual.

It was exactly what Draco needed to see. Because from that, he felt nothing at all. Just a gross feeling that he was potentially invading someone's privacy. Sure, they were outside but it still felt weird. Draco wasn't one to enjoy public displays of affection.

“Wow, he’s really milking it out. You reckon he asked her about sight-seeing?” Theo kept observing them from the window. Draco hit his head with the newspaper rolled up. Theo laughed and turned to look at the blond man next to him. “How come you’re not with anyone?”

“With where I work, do you honestly think I have time to find someone?” Draco sassed as he continued reading. Dating was the last thing on his mind. He was too focused on work to even flirt with another woman. Pansy was the last person Draco had ever dated. He was meant to be betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, but Draco declined and started his path to becoming a healer. He also didn't want to be in a marriage knowing he couldn't genuinely love her.

Moving to America, he never found anyone interesting. Ashley was nice but not only was she already married, she was married to a woman. Other women in the department, or hospital as a whole, took an initial liking to Draco, but he figured it was solely due to the fact that he’s a foreign British man with an accent. After a month of women flirting with him, it died down almost completely and everyone treated him as normal which pretty much confirmed it to him. Would Draco like to date someone? Absolutely. But right now, he was perfectly happy being by himself.

Theo knew Draco enough to know when he was fibbing and this wasn't one of those times. He was glad to see Draco be okay with himself after all this time. He remembers the constant need of validation during their days at Hogwarts. And it was because of a certain wizard who Draco was always competing with. Now as for Theo, he had been out of the dating scene for a while and he was nearly desperate to get laid.

He dropped the topic and got up to take a short nap in the guest room. A few moments later, Blaise was knocking on the door. Draco got up to open it and was caught by surprise to see you standing behind Blaise. You looked like you weren't really sure what you were doing there either. “Mate,” Blaise started off, “what if we brought her along with us?”

You blinked at the tall man standing in front of you and then looked at Draco who had the same facial expression. “Who else better to show us around than someone who actually lives here?” Blaise suggested. It made sense; you would know your way around and Draco could save himself the trouble of not only Blaise and Theo being lost, but also Draco also getting lost. He still had a hard time with some of the streets. One-way streets, round-a-bouts, and bike lanes were still new to him. And you once mentioned how Manhattan was worse than the streets here in Buffalo, so how would he deal with that?

You stood unusually quiet. Blaise had only just asked you to tag along with them and before you could even process the question, you were being dragged to Draco’s house. “I don’t know, I don't want to intrude on–”

“Nonsense, you’d be our guide. I highly doubt Draco knows where he’s going,” Blaise assured. He got a stern ‘Hey’ from the blond but ignored it. “What do you say? Come with us?” You looked back and forth from the both of them and settled on Draco, your eyes asking him if he would even want you there. He shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to you.

“Uh, sure. I’d just have to fix my schedule and–” you started before Blaise cut you off, “Great! We leave tomorrow at seven in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and walked inside. Draco stood at the door and was still confused as to what just happened. You started to walk away before Draco asked you, “Should we take my car?” You turned around and thought about it. “If you want.”

Draco preferred it, so he just agreed to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smiled sheepishly and raised your hand to say 'bye’. Tomorrow was surely going to be… something.

—

You were hoping to be able to rest your head on Blaise’s shoulder for the ride to the airport. But here you were, in Draco’s car with the largest cup of coffee that was barely keeping you awake as you drove there. You were glad that Draco had common sense to book two flight tickets for everyone to go there because there was so way in hell you were going to drive six hours to Manhattan and another six back.

Theo, however, was resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder as he snored away during the short ride. Blaise tried to shove him off, but it turned out that the sleepy friend was heavier than he looked. It was funny, really. Draco sat in the passenger seat next to you on his phone trying to read out directions. You insisted you didn't need them, but he said they were more for himself when they come back home.

Once on the plane, you finally got some shut eye. You stayed up all night thinking about what to do for the day. Where to go, what to eat, what to see. And other things kept you up, but that's besides the point. During the security check, you had to hold your laughter. It was hilarious to watch the three men be so confused as to what was going on. They acted like it was their first time in an airport.

The seats you had were nice and surely expensive. Draco insisted that you didn't have to pay him back. Must be nice being rich you thought. Blaise looked at you and poked your nose, “Is someone sleepy?” You glared at him before laying back into your seat, “Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night, I wouldn't be tired.” You didn't know how the man could have this much energy in the morning.

The hour went by quick and you were in Manhattan by ten in the morning. You suggested a local diner that was near the airport which they all agreed to since they didn't know their way around. At the diner, Blaise and Theo had made a dash for the restroom. You laughed at the view of Theo pushing Blaise behind him and Blaise glaring at him as he smacked the back of his head.

“I swear, they’re still childish gits,” Draco groaned. “26 years old and they still don't grow up.” You nudged his arm from across the table. “Leave them be. They’re still young, and so are you. Let loose, we’re in New York City after all. Can’t be brooding the whole time.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the menu that was under the glass on the table.

A waitress came up to your table with a small clipboard and notepad. “Are you two ready to order?” she asked sweetly. “Not yet, we’re waiting on two people to come back,” you answered. “Oh that’s cute, is this a double date?”

Without hesitation, you and Draco stated at the same time, “We’re not together.” The waitress looked between the two of you and just nodded. “I’ll be back, then.” The both of you hadn’t said a word when she left and patiently waited for his friends to come back. Shortly after, they did. Blaise took the spot in the booth next to you and Theo next to Draco.

“Alright, what do you suggest I get?” Blaise asked you. He had his body slightly facing yours and an arm over the top of the seat around you. He hadn't bothered to look on the menu and just focused on your features. “Depends, what do you like?”

“Anything,” he lowered his voice and was close to your ear. The breath tickled your ear which made you giggle. “Okay, we get it. You two are cute. Now keep it down, I’d like to be able to digest this food,” Theo’s nose crinkled as he complained. You still didn't know Theo all that much. This morning, he walked like a zombie and he probably just became fully awake, so to see his best friend making kissy faces at you before his first meal wasn't an ideal way to start the day. Draco chuckled in his seat as he was still figuring out what to order.

“I have to make a quick call,” you announced before pulling out your phone and called one of your employees, “Were you able to open fine on your own? Okay, call me if anything happens. Okay, bye.” The waitress came back and took down the order after she set a pot of coffee for the four of you.

Theo was the first to say something, “So, Y/N is it?” You nodded in response as you took a sip from your mug. “What is it that you do in your free time? Other than Blaise, of course.” He had a smug smile watching as you blushed. Two seconds later, the table shook and Theo groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to you, both Blaise and Draco had kicked Theo in his shins.

“Stupid git,” Draco said under his breath. Theo glared at his friends as he rubbed his legs. You cleared your throat and started to speak before Blaise stopped you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay, he was just joking,” you defended. “No he wasn't,” Draco added. You ignored him and looked at Theo, “What do you want to know?”

He had your full attention and ignored the looks from his friends, “What do you do for a living? What’s your work like?”

“Well, I uhh,” you started, “I own a store downtown. I’m there almost everyday.”

“What kind of store is it?” Theo asked as he leaned over the table closer to you. “What do you sell?”

“Candles,” for the second time that day, you and Draco synchronized. “Yeah, I sell candles and little… knick knacks,” you still hadn't opened up to Draco or Blaise for that matter about your Wiccan activities. So to say that you sold sage bundles, specially made oils and healing crystals would raise questions you weren't ready to answer now.

“Draco, have you ever been to the place? What is it called, by the way?” Theo kept on. Blaise was certainly not kidding when he said that Theo loved to talk. “No, I haven't,” Draco answered. “It’s called Soul Beads, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, that’s the name.” The food was brought on a large tray. Blaise handed your plate to you and you grabbed your fork to dig in. He was eating slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something. “Hey, you okay?” you whispered to him, Draco and Theo having their own conversation. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, love,” Blaise continued eating at a faster pace now. You looked around the men that surrounded you and smiled. Today’s gonna be fun.

—

The day went… weird. Blaise tried to have as much fun as possible but something was bothering him. Was it Theo talking his head off the entire time? No, I’m used to that. Was it his legs tired after walking almost all day? No, not that. Was it how even though you held his hands the whole time and gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or lips, you had gone the entire day talking to Draco and shared a couple laughs with him? Absolutely.

Jealousy was always an ugly emotion to Blaise. It annoyed him during his time at Hogwarts, and it annoys him now. The way girls would ask him if he was messing around with other girls and he’d always say the same thing. “How could I when you’re the most beautiful girl in these halls?” They’d all swoon over it. And by the looks of it, you swooned over his every word as well. But the looks you gave him were different from the ones you gave Draco.

From all the letters he had gotten from Draco, Blaise knew how much he hated you. No, loathed. But after the two of you decided to make nice, it was like you had been friends since day one. Draco may have even looked comfortable talking to you. And it bothered Blaise. His time with you may have been short, but today made him realize something.

Blaise is nowhere near being in love, he knew that much. But he knew that he didn't want to be messing around anymore. He wants to have an actual relationship, and right now, he wanted it with you. Blaise was confused by it all. He should be happy that his best friend and a girl he likes gets along. It would make it all that much easier.

But something about the two of you was odd today.

Maybe there was a look that lasted too long. Or a tone that came out differently. Or maybe… no. Blaise knew what it was. He just wants to have that same friendship with you. Blaise still didn't know that much about you. He didn't even know you had your own store until that morning. And to hear that his friend who supposedly hates you even knows not only the name of the store, but what you sell, hit something in him.

So, he was going to change that. Because for the most part, you were pretty interesting. He knew you were a Wiccan and as much as he doesn't really care to know what it was all about – considering he can just do any magic with a flick of a wand – he’d at least know you a little better.

Momentarily, as he was deep in thought, Theo’s annoying voice popped in his head. Hey, at least you know her in a way Malfoy won’t. He mentally cringed at it for a second before he thought Wait. I do. It was a start, not one that someone usually prefers, but it was better than nothing.

You sat beside him on the ride back home and had a smile on your lips while you rested on him. Draco was driving and Theo wanted to raise the volume of the music but his hand was slapped away. “She’s sleeping, idiot.” Draco scolded.

“Merlin, look at this,” Theo looked at Blaise as he pointed to Draco’s face. “Malfoy caring for a muggle? I’ve seen everything now.”

“M-muggle?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. The three Slytherin’s had wide eyes, Blaise cursing Theo with his eyes. “I've heard,” you let out another yawn, “Draco say that before.”

Merlin, how many times have these actually talked? Blaise thought. “I-it’s just slang from London,” he tried to cover up. You nodded your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to sleep.

Once everyone was home, Blaise walked you to your door. “I had fun today, did you?” Blaise gave his most convincing smile, “Yeah, I did.”

You said ‘Good night’ and almost closed the door when he stopped you. “Is it alright that I stay with you tonight?”

“I'm kind of tired, maybe tomorrow–”

“No, not for that,” Blaise chuckled at your insinuation. You looked slightly surprised. And it made sense considering that's almost all he came over for. Nonetheless, you let him into your home. Blaise stayed true to his words and just laid beside you in bed until the two went to sleep.

In his own bedroom, Draco smiled as he thought about the fun day he had. Maybe being friends with you wasn't so bad. He went to his kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed there was one person missing. “Where's Blaise?”

“I think he's staying at Y/N’s,” Theo stated. Inside, Draco felt an unusual pang in his chest. He let it go and went to bed. Hopelessly trying to get out of his head whatever you two were up to.

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Cheating!MC Headcanon with Leonardo Da Vinci

⚬ Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci/Reader

⚬ Characters: Leonardo, Comte; mentions of Arthur and Theo

⚬ Warnings: Intoxication

✧✎ A/N: First and foremost, I DO NOT condone infidelity. It’s vile, revolting, and can absolutely destroy a person’s entire life.

I chose to focus on the prospect of cultural differences they could have, especially considering our very casual dating standards nowadays (a lot of people don’t see sex as a very serious thing, do they?). Thus, MC isn’t cheating per se, but someone from the 16th century (aka Leo) might just perceive it as that.

I got the idea from our lovely @teatimemols, and she allowed me to use it for a headcanon. Thank you sweets (and make sure to drink water, everyone)!

You had kissed him... which wasn’t unexpected, considering the hungry glances you’d often exchange with him

You had embraced him, just as he had enbosomed you. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he mumbled how absolutely adorable you were.

And you had smiled at him. That smile, acting as the final culprit in the heist to capture his heart

Unaware of the courting standards you were used to, he determined it would be for the best to simply go with the flow

From what he had picked up from both you and Sebastian, women in your time had finally been allowed the rights they were entitled to (feminism they had called it)

He could only assume that his confident cara mia would sort things out

Which might have been a mistake... as he watched you accompany Arthur and Theodorus on their late night bar trips, only to return late at night with obvious signs of intimate activity, the Renaissance man felt his entire demenour shift

Were kisses in your time meaningless, the amalgamation of breaths unimportant to the heart?

Distance grew between the two of you, and his heart yearned in painful pleas; on the other hand, his muscles contracted at the thought of strangers’ hands working themselves under your skirt, unwrapping your layers

The last straw for him was the golden hair he noticed adorning your garments, the familiar scent of musk he knew ‘Comte’ to favour assaulting his nose when he stood close to you

Unbeknownst to him, you had initially thought of your... engagement with the polymath as nothing more than a fling. And yet, you couldn’t help your heart from falling for his charms, but you were reluctant to open your heart to him. After all, you had your own time to return to. Nothing good could result were you to act on your fantasies.

You were aware of him having discovered you multiple times on your late night escapees with Arthur and Theo, deciding to assay the author’s method of forgetting troubles

Aka, indulging in brothels as a distraction from your heart’s desire to be close to the Italian

And one evening, you committed a rather grave mistake— no, you couldn’t call it that under the booze’s influence. You had, after all, enjoyed the illusion the alcohol has painted

After a particularly busy night, you had returned to the manor alone, drunken stupor rendering you almost incapable of proper action

Le Comte, ever the gentleman, discovered your situation and chose to carry you to your room, assisting you with changing your grimy clothes (and closing his eyes when it required, we stan a respectful man)

Just as he was about to leave, you had caught him by surprise as he conceived Leonardo’s name leaving your lips in a tired mumble, pulling his arm rather roughly to crash your mouth atop his own

He had left after wishing the girl bonne nuit (as she had passed out the moment she had kissed him), smiling at the prospect of... supporting a relationship including two of his favourite friends

Alas, le Comte has an idea that might just aid the coping methods his guest had chosen... and his old friend’s worsening mood

“Cara mia,” the deep voice of your dream’s protagonist resonated outside your door the next morning. “Are you awake? ‘Comte’ told me you you were feeling unwell and asked me to bring you breakfast.”

At the mention of le Comte, your brain had to do a double take; you suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. The host of the mansion had found you in a probably more than likely disgusting state— and you had the nerve to kiss him

In your defense, you thought it was Leonardo; but considering the fact that they’ve been hinting at having been lifelong friends, you weren’t confident that you could bare to face any of them ever again

Nonetheless, you invited him inside

After you were done with your breakfast, you gazed at Leonardo dozing away on your carpet, just about to voice your confusion as to why he was still in your room, when he stood up and said, “I should be honest with you. The main reason I came was because ‘Comte’ told me something rather interesting.”

You could only gulp as he came to stand in front of your bed, kicking of his shoes. “You kissed him, in quite the rowdy manner from what he told me.”

You were remembered of you slip up once again, and you could only mutter in defeat, “I was drunk and confused, Leonardo.”

By now, ants were crawling up your legs as he lay down beside you, tickling your ear as he nuzzled it. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“Pardon?”

“You kiss me, yet you indulge in other mans’ arms.” All tranquility strained from the scientist’s orbs, and you could only lift your eyebrows in annoyance. “You make it sound like I cheated on you. Whoever I spent the night with is none of your concern.”

“So you are allowed to be a constant resident of my mind.” He trapped you with his arms, appearing to me ignorant to your growing exasperation. “Don’t you consider that to be—“

Enough was enough

You strongly pushed at his shoulders, rushing to stand up as you glared at him lying on your bed like a goddamn male Venus

“Leonardo. Please listen to me for a moment.” Seeing him nod, you proceeded. “Yes, I did kiss le Comte. Yes, I was spending the night with strangers. And yes, I did kiss you. However, you have absolutely no right to lecture me on these actions. We aren’t together, you didn’t ask me out, and I can kiss whoever I want to.”

You exuded calm anger with your crossed arms and stern gaze, but his utterly confounded face wavered your resolve... he almost looked like he had no inkling as to why you were so upset with him

Well, at least until realisation fell across his expression the way it was wonted to whenever he figured something out.

“I’m sorry, cara mia,” he said, sitting up in a more dignified position, “I was unaware that these are the type of courting standards you have grown up with.”

Courting... standards...

God are you stupid. You hastily replied with an apology from your own side, embarrassment blazing across your cheeks at the prospect of almost forgetting the fact that you were indeed in the 19th century and talking to Leonardo fucking da Vinci, when courting standards were so much more self explanatory and determined by matchmakers

You sat beside him as you elaborated the procedures you were used to, fiddling your thumbs at the scene: a world renowned artist, your... crush, perched on your bed and listening to you discussing 21st Century Dating for Dummies

The hushed breathing of the man was the only thing occupying the room, and you couldn’t help but hyper focus on the disparity of your own erratic puffs

Perhaps, despite your flakiness, you still had this wish, hidden deep within your mind, that you could still have a chance with Leonardo. And— you couldn’t help but sigh as the reality of it crashed upon you

You two were way too different, after all. Different time, different manners, different everything

“I have another question,” the smoky voice of the polymath whispered, the pleasant scent of cigarillos dancing beneath your nostrils, “How you do you conduct this... asking out, cara mia?”

You whirled around to meet his chiseled face, speechless at his inquiry. Surely, he couldn’t still want to? “Well, you... you ask the person whether they’d like to go on a date with you... and then, if the date went well, you could ask if I’d— that person would like to start a relationship with you.”

“I?” He smirked at your blunder, mirth pulling at his cheeks. “If you wanted to ask me out, you could have just done so earlier.”

Heat waltzed across your cheeks as you tried to stay composed, but you only managed to hang your head in defeat.

“Are you free after your chores today? I’d love to show you an invention I’ve been working on.”

Lifting your head ever so slightly, you muttered, aware if he were to deny your question that you wouldn’t lose any more dignity, “It’s a date?”

“It’s a date.” And the most beguiling smile encountered your own

I hope this was kind of what you imagined? They were going to be shorter (and including more characters), but I’ve wanted to explain the situation properly, ya know?

Anyway, have a nice day everyone!

[yanderepuck]

Okay so like I was thinking and how do you think the boys would react to the mysteries surrounding Vincent? Would he explain them?? Why did he really cut his ear off and how tf did he die?

OKAY.  SO I NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS.  I MADE A POST ABOUT IT 

SO BEFORE I GET INTO THIS

TW!!!!!! DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE!!!!!!

I’M GOING TO REPEAT QUITE A FEW THINGS FROM THE POST I LINKED BUT I’M ALSO GONNA GO MORE INTO DETAIL

First off, I want to say becoming a vampire probably stopped the attacks he had, no one really know what he had, but they called them attacks.  Yeah he’s a happy pure ray of sunshine, but he’s actually bipolar(manic-depressive) and still has schizophrenia.  However it isn’t as bad as it use to be.  However the only ones who are aware of this are Theo, Comte, and Sebas obviously.  Leonardo might know something is up with Vinc, but doesn’t know details, but he won’t pray unless if something happens. I imagine Will knows something is up with Vinc as well since they spend a lot of time alone together.

He pushed himself really hard and is really hard on himself, which is a reason why Theo is always working so hard to get his work displayed and noticed.  In his first life Vincent never got to see his work on display as far as i am aware of, so Theo tries to do that now because he knows how hard Vincent is on himself and wants him to know that people love his art and tries telling him how beautiful it is, not only because he is his brother, but because he has talent.

Theo is always very worried about his big brother.  He tires himself out everyday until he can barely stay awake.  This is because Vincent figured out that if he keeps himself busy, he won’t fall into a manic depression.  Just having a little bit of a break could lead to his mind wandering and going down some deep hole and triggering a depressive episode.  And just because he’s a vampire, doesn’t mean he can’t hurt himself.

Theo, Comte, Sebas, and maybe Leonardo are the only ones who actually know how he died (Dazai might know from his first life, that depends on wither or not he knows of him).  They are also aware of him being in a hospital multiple times for suicide attempts.  It’s not like they would ever talk about it, but it is in the back of their head in case if he ever does get into a manic depressive state, or if he even starts to have hallucinations again.

Now how does this tie in with Ikevamp lore???  Well Vinc was meant to be this perfect child, and was told that the first baby died, gave him the same name and had huge expectations, plus he’s the eldest, so there’s already high expectations there, now you add on to how horrid his parents were.  Yeah he came off as this smart intelligent kid, who just always seemed to be happy, but deep down he was depressed as all hell.  He would questions wither or not he’s good enough, what does he keep doing wrong, why don’t his parents love him.  All of that.  And yes he suppressed all of those negative emotions so that he believes that he doesn’t feel them, but that’s because when he comes out of a depressive episode, he doesn’t even remember it happening.  He can’t remember the last week or month, or even months where he was depressed and did nothing but lay in his room.

When this does happen, Vincent won’t even talk to Theo.  He covers his giant window so that his room is dark and will basically only lay on his couch.  Theo will try to get Vincent out of it but Vincent will put no effort into trying to dig himself out of that hole.  But no matter how long it lasts Theo will check up on him everyday to make sure he hasn’t done anything to hurt himself.  Theo and Sebastian might even go to the point of taking his paints out of his room while he’s asleep so that he doesn’t try eating it again to poison himself.  It is hard to even get him to eat, maybe once a day.

Vincent will be curled up on his couch, and Theo will come in and sit on the floor in front of him and try to talk to him, maybe lean his head on his back and he just prays that Vincent will say something back to him.  Sometimes it takes Theo everything he has not to loose it, something he just wants to yell and ask why he’s doing this, why won’t he talk to him, and things like that, but he knows it won’t help.  It’ll only make Vincent push Theo away more during this time.

He would still draw during this time.  He’d grab a sketch book and maybe charcoal or just a pencil and make these horrific drawings, it’s like those nightmare drawings people will make when their emotions are super strong, idk how else to describe it.  He might even draw things the hallucinations would say to him, or show him.  When he’s in this depressive episode, the hallucinations will start again.  Even when he isn’t in a depressive state he will get night terrors that will wake him up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night

He could go years without one of these episodes, so when it does happen it hits hard.  The other residents will point out that they haven’t see Vincent for a few days, maybe even a week by this point, but Theo will laugh it off and tell them that with the painting he is working on, he’s so invested into it that he can’t step away.  When he finally snaps out of it, he’s in the manic phase and full of energy, these few days after the depression is what causes him for forget everything that just happened.  It can take a month of a manic episode before things go back to normal.  Even if the residents ask Comte about it, Comte says that he doesn’t know anything about it, even though him and Theo are trying to figure out a way to get him out of it.

I stated earlier that Will probably knows that something is up with Vinc.  So when Will doesn’t hear or see him for a month or more he starts to get worried.  He loves inviting Vincent over and seeing his paintings and inviting him to his plays.  One time the depressive episode lasted nearly a whole year, and that’s when others started to question what was going on.  Will had sent letters to the mansion and never got a reply, Vincent never stopped by, and that isn’t like him, not at all.  So Will decides to stop by, at this point Vinc hasn’t been seen for nearly three months.  Of course Theo doesn’t want to tell Will what is going on and tell him that Vinc is fine and tries to close the door on him, but nope.  Will puts his foot in the door and tells Theo that he isn’t leaving until he sees Vincent.

It is also around this time that everyone else is wondering why they haven’t seen him.  They will see Brush roaming the halls, but they can’t recall the last time they saw Vincent taking his paints and canvas outside to paint.  Arthur would be the first to question, and he’d go directly to Theo.  Of course Theo won’t actually tell him what is going on.  It isn’t until Will shows up demanding to see Vincent that he knows for sure that it is something serious.

I imagine Will going to Vinc’s room, with Theo following him, trying to stop him.  But when Will goes to open Vinc’s door, it’s locked.  Which then Theo starts to internally freak out.  He didn’t check on Vincent this morning because he had something things he had to handle and then the time flew by.  Will is knocking on the door calling Vincent’s name but there’s no reply.  Soon Theo is externally freaking out.  He never locks his door, so he can only think of something horrible happening.

*DEEP BREATH*

Vinc tried killing himself but I won’t make you read that unless if you really want me to, cause I lowkey really want to write it

[davecall93]

Teddy (1)

Theodore Pearson was moving across the nearly empty quad towards the apartment he shared with four friends when he heard a voice call from behind him.

“Pearson!”

He turned around. It was Coach K. He had taken a year’s worth of intermediate swimming and Coach K had been his coach for the spring semester. He was model handsome and his reputation preceded him. The K Family was a wealthy family that owned a significant amount of property in the college town. A family of overachievers, Coach K had had Olympic aspirations at one point. He had a hard body and had sort of steeliness that came off as arrogance, although he was friendly when approached.

Theodore was not steely. He was a goofy, but smart, college kid who had taken swimming in order to tighten up his junior year. While he had gotten in decent shape that year, he had partied and brunched his way through the last half of his senior year. He felt self-conscious seeing his coach, who did not appear on the hook up apps, but was said to have an active sex life. He had never, however, hooked up with a student to anyone’s knowledge.

“It’s good to see you, Pearson” Coach had sped up, and he was now walking next to Theodore.

“Nice to see you, Coach.”

Theodore smiled. Coach K made him nervous not only because of his good looks. Whenever he talked to Coach K, he felt strange. He was definitely attracted but it didn’t ever feel like a usual crush. Occasionally, he noticed that Coach K would ask him a personal question or two after class. But to say that Coach K was attracted to him would be…

“You’re graduating this semester, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Staying here?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

The tone in the coach’s voice caught Theodore’s attention.

“That’s a shame.”

For a reason Theodore did not understand, he smiled and said, “I’m here until July, though. Just gonna hang.”

Coach K eyes widened slightly. “Well, then.” He smiled. “There’s still time.”

There was a small pause, and suddenly, Theodore felt a hand take his and squeeze it. A strange sensation shot up inside of him. He was quiet for a few seconds, and when he felt Coach K’s hand pulling out, he squeezed it back.

“Uh, yeah, I guess there is.”

The two stopped walking. They turned and faced each other. Coach K stared directly into Theo’s eyes. “Are you free later? Around 4?”

“Yeah.”

“Come meet me in my office. You remember where that is?”

“I do.”

“Meet me there around four.” Coach grinned.

“Sure thing, coach.”

Coach’s eyes looked Theodore over once, and then again. But as they passed the last time, they stopped on Theodore’s slight pudge. He frowned, pinched Theodore’s stomach, and then said, like he would to a lagging player, “We’ll to figure out what we’re gonna do about that.”

And Coach walked away.

****

At 4:06 PM, Theodore showed up in the doorway to coach’s office. It was a simple office: computer, some photos and another desk for someone else with their photos and computer. Coach was at his desk and talking on the phone. He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and as Theo moved toward it, he held up finger to his lips signaling him to be quiet. As he sat down, he noticed that Coach had an open box of powdered mini donettes on his desk.

“…Cannot wait. Wear something nice. Good-bye.” Coach looked at Theo and smiled. “Hello, Theo.”

“Hi, Coach.”

Theo had been weirded out by how Coach had left him. He wanted to see where this went, but he also did not want to find out he had signed up for fitness bootcamp.

“How was your afternoon?”

“Oh, you know. Returned some books. Read on the quad. How was yours, coach?”

“Busy. It was going to be a busy evening, too, but something came up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I ran into a former student of mine.”

Theo smiled. “Oh.”

“I was very happy to see him.”

Theo blushed. “You like him, coach?”

“I do. I do.” Coach sat up and walked around the desk and behind Theo. “He’s very cute. Nice boy.” He put his hands on Theo’s shoulders and gave them a rub. “A very nice boy. But…”

Theo felt coach grab his hair and pull his head back.

“But my former student got fat.” Before Theo could respond, he watched Coach bend down and kiss him on the lips. He also felt two fingers tightly pinch the small layer of flab in his midsection.

Theo was very confused.

Coach pulled up and stared at Theo in the eyes again. “How do you think he got like.” Still holding, Theo’s head back, Coach reached over to the box of mini donettes and grabbed one. He held it over Theo’s face.

“I think it was like this.” He lowered the donate down to Theo’s lips and made a quick jerk on Theo’s hair. “Open. Up.” Theo, not knowing what to do, opened his mouth and felt Coach insert the donette. As he started to chew, Coach let go of his hair and whispered, “Good boy. Good, good boy.”

Coach returned to his seat and leaned back in his chair. Theo stared at him and chewed and eventually swallowed the donut. When he had finished, coach slid the box over to him.

“Don’t stop on my account, fatty,” said Coach. He kept staring at Theo and, realizing Coach wanted him to continue, he picked up a second donette and proceeded to eat it. After that he had a third and then a fourth. With the fourth donut, Coach’s smile had become very wide.

“Normally, I think a gentleman should take his date to a nice dinner for their first date,” said Coach. “But look at you.”

Theo looked down and saw he had gotten powdered sugar on his shirt.

***

On the way back to Coach’s house, they stopped at a local drive-thru. Coach took his order and got two of everything and added a milkshake. Theo’s eyes widened as he ordered. He felt shaken, but he also felt compelled to play along. When Coach finished ordering, he began to speak. “Coach, I don’t know— “

Coach grabbed him by the mouth and turned it towards him. He stared Theo in the eyes and said coldly, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” Theo felt himself turn a little hard.

He let go of Theo’s face, and when he turned back to pull forward, he put his hand gently on Theo’s leg and said, “Trust me. Everything is under control.” Theo put his hand on Coach’s.

“Including you,” said Coach, smiling.

***

Coach poured the last of the milkshake as Theo fought off the urge to throw up. He felt coaches hand rub his distended stomach and breathed heavily. “Oh god…” he moaned.

“I think he needs to lay down, doesn’t he?”

Theo nodded.

Coach helped him up and walked him through the large house, taking him to a master bedroom at the end of the upstairs hall. The place had a pleasing, slightly minimalist decor.  As he got into the bed, Theo noticed immediately that the bed was extremely comfortable. He closed his eyes, and he felt Coach crawl in next to him, his arms wrapping around his chest, above his stretched out stomach.

“Nice boy,” whispered Coach. “Good, good boy.”

Theo groaned in response.

“That was good wasn’t it?”

Theo groaned again.

“You’re all covered in food and shake,” said Coach. He sounded critical. “I guess I’ll have to clean up after you tomorrow.”

Theo groaned a third time.

“Fatty can’t help it, can he?”

“Coach…”

“Shut up and try to go sleep, Teddy. You gotta digest all that.”

Theo fell asleep a few minutes later.

***

“Teddy, wake up.”

“Mmmmhhh?”

“Wake up.”

“What time is it?”

“6 AM. I’m going to the gym.”

Teddy pushed himself up. He noticed he still felt somewhat bloated from the night before. Coach looked perky and awake in gym gear that highlighted his swimmer’s body. He was holding a carton in his hand.

“Drink this.”

Teddy took the carton and took a drink. It tasted like vanilla.

“Finish it, Teddy. I have places to be.”

Teddy braced himself and downed the drink.

“That’s a good boy. You can lay back down now.”

Teddy resettled, remembering that the bed was extremely comfortable.

“I’ll be at the gym and then running some errands. I should be back around 10. There’s a set of keys in the kitchen on a hook and a list of phone numbers, including my cell phone. If you get hungry, there’s some stuff in the fridge, but I’ll make you a proper breakfast when I get back.”

Oh god, thought Teddy.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

“Be a good boy.” Coach bent over and kissed Theo tenderly. He rubbed his forehead, and Theo smiled. “Go back to sleep.”

When Teddy woke up again at around 10:45, he wandered out into the hall. He could hear the sounds of public radio news and smell bacon. He then made his way to kitchen. Coach was an in an apron, looking recently showered, and whistling. There was a stack of waffles, what looked like a scramble, and bacon in the frying pan.

“Morning,” said Teddy, “smells delicious.”

“Well, look what woke up my little fatty.” Coach turned around and smiled at him. “I figured you would like this better than sharing my morning muesli.”

“That’s all for me?”

“You think I have this body cause I eat like you? Look at you. You’re spilling out of yourself.”

Theo crossed his arms across his stomach. It was still bulging from the night before.

“That’s cute that you think you can hide. Now, come give us a kiss.”

Theo uncrossed his arms and approached coach. Coach pulled him in, placing down the spatula for a moment, and pulled Theo in, kissing him firmly. He pinched Theo’s right side, causing Theo to jump back and exclaim, “Ow!”

“That’s for being lazy. I was up at 6 AM doing shit and now I’m making you a whole weekend brunch service just for you. Go upstairs and get back in bed. I have to wash the sheets anyway cause of you. I’ll be up soon.”

Theo, who had been confused since 4 PM the day before, paused and said, “Yes, Coach.”

As he turned and hesitated, taking a moment to get in the rest of the kitchen, which ended in a breakfast nook and a window that overlooked a grassy backyard.

Behind him, Coach turned and slapped him hard on the ass.

“Go!”

Theo stumbled forward and walked upstairs, rubbing his behind. He could hear Coach start whistling again as he walked up the stairs.

Some time later, Theo fell back into bed, having made an effort to eat as much as he could.

“Just a little more.”

“I can’t…”

“Fine then.” Coach pulled away the breakfast tray and laid it on the dresser. Theo fell back and closed his eyes. Even though he had just woken up, he felt he needed to close his eyes and take the day to sleep off the meal.

He was breathing shallowly, eyes closed, when suddenly, he felt a something sticky being poured over his mouth. He shot up and saw Coach holding the maple syrup bottle grinning eye to eye.

“For later, fatty.”

“Jesus Christ,” said Teddy as he attempted to wipe his face, realizing he was only spreading it onto his hands. “I need a towel.”

“Why? Enjoy yourself, fatty. I think you’ll find yourself delicious.”

***

Teddy laid in bed and digesting. At around 2:30, Coach came in and said, “Get up, Teddy.”

Teddy pushed the sheets off. He was naked and sticky from his meal that morning.

“Follow me,” said Coach, pointing to the hallway. Teddy followed him to the other end, where a room that seemed a cross between an office and guest room was. It connected to a bathroom.

“Go shower and then come to the bed.”

Teddy went in. There was a towel laid out and a number of high end toiletries. Like every room in the house, the place was immaculate.

As he showered, Teddy realized it had not been 24 hours since he had come to coach’s house. He had not checked his phone. And the two meals stuffing him until it hurt had been unlike any encounter he had ever had. He got out toweled off.

When he got out, he saw coach, with his swimmer’s body, in bed, naked. Teddy, also naked, crawled and was the little spoon.

“How is my Teddy?”

“Fine.”

“Must have been strange for you.”

“Ha! Yeah. I’ll say.”

“Normally, I’d wait longer, but since you might be moving away, this is my chance to make my pitch.”

“Your pitch?”

“I want you to be my boyfriend. Since you’re moving, I think it would be best if you just moved in now and gave it a try. I wanted it to see what it would be like.”

Teddy started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“My hot swimming coach kidnapping me and turning out to be a deranged feeder was not how I saw spending the week after graduation. I had pictured more pool parties.”

“Save it for your Tumblr,” said Coach, who pinched him very gently. “I’m serious. Even if you don’t like all the stuff, I want to give it a try. I’ve wanted to ever since you almost drowned doing basic circuits. I was like, ‘Somebody’s got to help that kid.’”

Teddy was smiling. “It takes a lot of coordination to move two legs and two arms at once.”

“You poor child,” Coach said as he petted him.

“You know, Coach. I don’t mind the other stuff.”

“Really?”

“I like being dominated. And I mean…I’ve always loved eating…” Teddy took coaches hand and rubbed his stomach with it. “And you seem to like this.”

“I do. I’m gonna make a little Teddy bear cub out of you.” Coach squeezed him. “A whole percentage of you is going to belong to me.”

Teddy wondered why this all felt all right.

“This is good,” said Coach. “I’m very controlling. I was a very spoiled rich kid. I don’t like it when people tell me ‘no’.”

“You’d probably lock me in a basement if I said ‘no.’”

“They would never find you.”

The two laid there for half an hour. Teddy dozed slightly and Coach rubbed the little belly that was now his. When he remembered he had to change the sheets in the master bedroom, he got up.

“Teddy?”

“Mmmmm?”

“Get up. I have to go clean up the mess in the bedroom. You can rest on the sofa downstairs.”

“Can I stay here?”

“No, this is the safe space. No shenanigans in the safe space. The safe word is ‘marmite’ because its disgusting and there can’t be any confusion.”

“You’re very thorough, Coach.”

“I’ll be down to deal with you soon.”

Teddy got up out of the bed. He relaxed on the sofa, looking at the large TV and admiring the sound system. “Sweet crib,” he said to Coach when Coach came down carrying a mass of sheets.

“Teddy, how did you know what a feeder was?”

“Tumblr is free website,” said Teddy. “You should check it out.”

Coach flipped him off as he passed.

When Coach came back, he was carrying a Boost VHC. “Open up, chubs,” and started to pour it into Teddy, who was stretching his mouth as wide as he could.

“See fatty, you love it. You can’t help yourself.”

***

I do like to eat, thought Teddy. He was by himself, staring curiously into the fridge, and had been grazing throughout the morning. Coach had spent the weekend “meal planning,” which involved making food that Teddy could eat throughout the week when he wasn’t there.

His phone vibrated and he pulled it out.

“Don’t stuff yourself this afternoon. Steaks for dinner on the patio tonight.”

Teddy smiled. In between insults, Coach was turning out to be a romantic. “Gotcha.” Teddy texted back. “I’ll skip the Boost, too.” He wanted to play with Coach. It was one o’clock. He decided to eat a sandwich now and maybe something else later. Coach hated dinners before 8 o’clock.

Teddy’s phone rang. It was Coach.

“Hello?”

“Go drink that thing right now and send me a video. If you don’t, when I’m through with you tomorrow, you’ll wish that was all I was asking you to drink.”

Coach hung up.

Teddy laughed and rolled his eyes. After he ate, he sent the film to

After dinner that night and a pleasurable round of sex, Teddy lay in bed as Coach rinsed off in the bathroom.

“Those steaks were great, Coach!”

No answer.

Coach came out carrying four rope. As Teddy watched and complied, he tied up his arms and legs to the bedposts. He walked out silently and ten minutes later returned with a blender full of liquid.

“I’ll teach you to talk back,” said Coach as he approached. 

Fuck me, thought Teddy, as he braced himself.

[dear-space-cadet]

dropping the reader in the middle of Coming Up Corn

(a mini Deck/KJ thing)

TW for degenerative illness, mentions of death

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KJ’s room was perpetually cold. Deck woke up on the floor, shoulders sore as usual, opening his eyes to the blue sky reflecting on the cream-colored tile. He looked up towards KJ’s bed, not really expecting any movement, but hoping he was already awake. A blanket shifted slightly. Cosmo was curled up at the end of the bed, so it couldn’t have been him.

I have to stop doing this, Deck thought to himself, pushing himself up off the floor with aching arms, or at least get an air mattress or something. He approached KJ’s bed with caution, not wanting to wake Cosmo.

“Mornin,’ Ipswich,” Deck smiled as he pulled back the covers, revealing KJ in his off-white Ipswich sweatshirt that definitely must have fit him properly back when he was the badminton champion headed for Olympic stardom. Deck tried to be as gentle as he could as he woke KJ, but Cosmo decided he wasn’t gentle enough. The previously calm husky snapped at Deck, nearly grazing his forearm. Deck stumbled back, catching his balance as KJ flicked his wrist and motioned down.

“Sorry about that,” Deck sighed, cautiously stepping towards the bed, avoiding eye contact with Cosmo but wanting to keep an eye on him, just in case. “You want to go get breakfast with me?”

KJ shook his head, still laying flat on his back.

“I’m just going to run out and grab some bagels. You could wait in the car…”

KJ shook his head again, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, but failing, unable to lift his head from the pillow even when his arms were in position. Deck watched him for a moment, trying not to visibly frown. “Can I…”

KJ nodded, relaxing so Deck could prop him up against the headboard. The wood ridges felt like they were digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn’t mention it to Deck. He had done enough for him already.

“You’re real quiet today,” Deck sighed, running a hand nonchalantly through KJ’s hair, a surefire way to coax him into responding.

“It’s getting… hard.”

“I know,” Deck forced a smile, almost wincing at the weakness in KJ’s voice. “You’re going to get better, though, KJ. You’ve survived before, and you can do it again.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Those fuckers at Luunarc are going to pay for what they did to you and Theo,” Deck abruptly stopped running his hand through KJ’s hair, stepping away from the bed.

“And what… they did… to Matt?” KJ wheezed out, fighting himself to speak.

“Yeah, bud,” Deck smiled, “it’s crazy that you can think about anyone but yourself right now.”

“I don… I don’t have… a lot… of time.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It… it’s… true.”

Deck didn’t respond, attempting to change the subject. “Are you breathing alright? I think it’s about time we put you on oxygen.”

“Deck…”

“I’ll talk to Chuck about it later today, okay?”

KJ nodded, staying silent for a moment to catch his breath.

“Alright, well, I’m off to grab bagels. You’re going to sit in the kitchen with me when I get back,” Deck informed KJ, “and… is it okay if some of our friends join us for breakfast?”

KJ nodded again, hesitantly excited to see his friends for the first time in days.

“Be good,” Deck smiled as he walked towards the door.

Deck wasn’t going to get bagels. Not without going to the historical society first, at least. He hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut, hoping he was loud enough that Chuck and Bea could hear that they had a visitor. He had never been to the historical society without Theo leading the conversation, but his concerns this time were mostly about KJ, so he assumed he could handle it. He flung the front door open and dashed up the stairs, catching himself before stopping to knock on the door of Chuck and Bea’s office.

“Come in!”

Deck braced himself as he opened the door to see Bea at the front desk, her blonde hair braided with purple ribbons and stems of lavender. If they ever need a live-action Angel Cake... “Hi, Bea.”

“Hey, Decklan. Where are your buddies?” Bea asked, looking up from her laptop, but not physically getting up to greet Deck.

“Uh, it’s just me today. Is Chuck around?”

“Yeah; she’s in the back,” Bea answered, looking back down at her laptop after a moment.

Deck couldn’t tell if it was an invitation to find her or not. He stood, frozen, at the front of the office.

“Go on,” Bea laughed, “she’s free to talk to you.”

“Thanks,” Deck exhaled in something that was almost a laugh. He turned into the small hallway to the right of the door. Upon reaching the furthest room to the back, labeled ARCHIVISTS ONLY, he knocked. Rather than alerting Deck to come in, Chuck opened the door herself, after Deck heard a cacophony of clattering and shifting sounds.

“Mornin’, Deck!” Chuck greeted him, “Where’s your brother?”

“Couldn’t make it.”

“Ah, that’s too bad. Sit!” Chuck directed Deck to an ancient-looking brown leather office chair behind a just as ancient-looking and brown desk.

“I’m kind of glad he couldn’t come,” Deck added as he found a path through the boxes of old VHS tapes and papers that were more yellow than they were white.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s about KJ…”

“Oh, angel…” Chuck sighed, hopping up to sit on a wooden crate filled with who even knows what. “What about him?”

“I’ve been sleeping on the floor of his room every night…” Deck felt his chest start to tighten, “and… he gets worse every morning. He couldn’t sit up on his own this morning, and he’s gasping for air every two words…”

“You’re a great friend, Deck. We need more pals like you,” Chuck reassured him, “but about KJ… I’m not really sure if there’s much more we can do.”

“There has to be.”

“There’s a couple routes we could go down, I guess,” Chuck picked up a notebook off the windowsill and fished a pen from the pocket of her brown cargo pants. “But I really don’t think we’re going to get anywhere. I’m only a field medic and you’re just an empath. It would probably be best to just… let Mother Nature do her thing… as fucked up as it sounds.”

“Well… what are the other routes?”

“Beg Comstock for a cure, because I know that fucker has one, first off,” Chuck bit her lip as she scribbled furiously in the notebook, “if that evil motherfucker could come up with a seizure epi-pen with a gradual paralytic agent… he knows how to stop it.”

“Right,” Deck nodded, “exactly.”

“And Bea’s doing some research into the Corn Monsters,” Chuck continued, “I think we need to find a better name for them, but there’s a chance that they used to be used for medicinal purposes back when Waval was first founded, and before…”

“Oh god,” Deck shifted in the chair, tucking a strand of his honey-brown hair behind his ear, “I feel like I’m watching the History Channel at four in the morning.”

“Decklan,” Chuck sighed, “I think we should go talk to KJ and see what he thinks about pursuing either of these routes.”

“Alright,” Deck agreed, “but I’ve gotta go pick up bagels first. I promised KJ.”

“He‘a still eating just fine?”

“Yeah,” Deck nodded, “I don’t think his body wants to die. His brain, on the other hand…”

“We’ll talk to him. Go pick up your bagels.”

Deck came back to KJ’s house with Chuck and a bag of bagels.

“Hey, buddy,” Deck knelt down beside KJ’s bed, “we can eat our bagels now, and Chuck’s going to take a look at you after, if that’s okay. Just to make sure you’re all good… or at least as comfortable as you can be. Alright?”

KJ nodded hesitantly, not really wanting to be prodded and looked at. Cosmo sensed this, lifting his head from where he was once again curled up at the end of KJ’s bed.

“Let’s get you to the kitchen, if you’re all good with that,” Deck said softly, scooping KJ up into his arms. KJ held on, leaning against Deck’s shoulder and making small whimpering sounds with each step Deck took.

“Sorry, bud,” Deck sighed, “I know it hurts.”

“H… hurts…” KJ groaned softly as Deck plopped him down in a chair at the kitchen table. He quickly slumped over without any support. Deck shot a look at Chuck, who nodded intently.

“Can I help you sit up, bud?” Deck asked, not even waiting for a response from KJ before grabbing his shoulders and leaning him against the back of the chair. “Good,” Deck patted KJ’s head, “now stay still…”

Deck opened the paper bag and got out a plain bagel with cream cheese. He set it on a plate and cut it up into smaller pieces so KJ could feed himself. “Here ya go,” he set the plate down in front of KJ and reached into the bag to get out the bagels for himself and Chuck. Chuck watched KJ as he grabbed a piece clumsily, struggling to even get it into his mouth. It didn’t stop being a struggle once he did. He immediately started drooling as he chewed.

“Does that happen every time he eats?” Chuck asked Deck as he wiped off KJ’s chin with a washcloth that he kept on-hand in the kitchen.

“If he has to chew, yeah. Doesn’t really happen with stuff like soup.”

“Any other times?”

“If he’s talking a lot, sometimes.”

“Good to know,” Chuck noted.

They finished up their breakfast quickly and got KJ back to his bed as fast as they could. He was tired, and they needed to keep him going for a few simple tasks to assess his condition.

“KJ, can you try sitting up?” Chuck asked once KJ had been lying flat on his back for a few seconds. KJ nodded and struggled to prop himself up on his elbows. “Good,” Chuck sighed and smoothed KJ’s hair out of his eyes as he flopped back down onto the bed. “And… you’re still going to the bathroom alright by yourself? You can still take care of yourself? Brush your teeth? Shower?”

KJ looked up at Deck for an answer. “Uh, I usually have to help him a little if I’m here.”

“KJ… it looks like you need a bit more help than the last time I was here.”

KJ nodded and finally spoke up, “it’s… it’s getting… worse. Fast.”

“I know,” Chuck smoothed KJ’s hair again in an attempt to calm him down. “How are your dogs?”

“Good, I guess…” KJ turned his head towards Cosmo, who was sitting alert by the side of his bed. “Cosmo… stopped res… responding… to his… training. Recently.”

“Well, that’s not good,” Chuck scribbled something in her notebook. “Can we help?”

“I don’t know,” KJ said softly, “I think… I’m scared.”

“KJ, listen,” Chuck squatted down to KJ’s eye level, “we’re going to do all we can to fix this. You’re not alone. You never will be.”

“Can… can you guys… take care… of Cosmo… for me?”

“Yeah, buddy,” Chuck smiled, “if worst comes to worst, your dogs are in good hands.”

“It’s coming… to worst.”

Chuck shot a glance at Deck, who shrugged.

“We’re going to try to fix this, alright? I came up with a few routes we can go down, since… the medical care currently available to us isn’t seeming to do much. Do you want to hear them?”

KJ nodded, weakly patting Cosmo’s head as he curled up against his side.

“Alright. I was thinking we could basically beg Jon Comstock for a cure, or at least a way to stop it before it’s too late… or… we could try to contact the Corn Monsters and hope they can help.”

“I think… do it,” KJ struggled to get the words out. He stared up at Deck and Chuck with wide eyes, but there was a noticeable fleck of determination in them.

“We will, KJ,” Deck leaned over KJ, running a hand through his dark brown hair. “Don’t you worry.”

[accio-that-gay-shit]

Locked in Love || Snowbaz Oneshot

Heyo! Theo here. I write all my one shots on Wattpad usually, but now I'm copying and pasting them here! Here’s one of my snowbaz ones! Enjoy! 

Watford is under attack and Simon trues to help. Unfortunately, he accidentally locks him and Baz in their dorm together

Simon had been laying on his bed for a short while, alone in his shared room. He'd been staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his mind. None were interesting enough to hold onto, until the thought of Baz came up. He used a hand to brush though his curls as he wondered why Baz had been gone for those two months, what on Earth he could have been plotting...

Baz rubbed the back of his neck as he stared himself in the mirror. (of course he could see himself. Those were just myths that he couldn't) he was a bit disgusted at how sickly he looked. Who knew that being in a coffin for so long did that to you? He shook his head and walked back to their shared dorm, opening the door and sitting on his bed. He stared at a wall, lost in thoughts

Simon looked at Baz as he walked towards his bed and sat, heavily debating saying something to break the familiar silence between them. He cleared his throat. "Your mother visited me while you were away." he mumbled, barely audible.

Baz looked at Simon. "My mother- what? Why did she visit you?" He said starting to feel annoyed. While Baz was out, getting kidnapped but numpties of all things, his mother visited Simon. And not him.

Simon cleared his throat. "Well, while you were away, your mother came through the veil. She was hoping you'd be here, because you always are, but you were too busy plotting or whatever to be in school. So she talked to me instead." he informed Baz, not giving the whole truth because he still thought he should talk to The Mage first.

"I wasn't plotting Snow. You seriously think I'd miss two months of school for that? Uh no thank you" Baz growled. "But back to the topic of my mother, what did she say? What did she want?" He was still upset that he missed the chance of a lifetime to see his mother.

Simon bit his lip and tapped his foot on the floor anxiously. "She..." he couldn't keep the full story from him, not anymore. "She told me... Your mother wants you to find her killer." he started. "She said something about a Nicodemus, I believe.”

"But the vampires killed her." Baz looked at him. "And who the fuck is Nicodemus?" He asked Simon. He didn't know why his mother said these things. It didn't make sense to him.

Simon shrugged. "I'm just the messenger, I haven't a clue who Nicodemus is. All I know is that your mother said he knows who the killer is." he was trying his best, he even went to the library and looked for anything with the name, but still got nothing.

Baz sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to think if the name was familiar in anyway. But he couldn't remember anything. "But I thought it was the vampires... Everyone thought that.. everyone still thinks that, right?" Baz mumbled to himself

Simon chimed into Baz's mumbling. "Well, yes. They say the Humdrum sent them to attack the school." he said. He pondered the idea for a moment. That was the first and only time anyone's ever been killed at the school.

Baz nods "yes... So how can I find the killer if I already know it's the humdrum.... Unless... It wasn't.... Maybe it was someone else..." He said quietly, staring off into space

Simon's eyebrows furrowed. "Someone else? Who else could it be? Who else would bring vampires into the school?" he asked, wondering what Baz was thinking.

Baz bit his lip and shook his head. "I don't know.. I can't think of anyone who'd have a reason to.."

Simon shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, me neither. Did your mother have anyone who had something against her? Any enemies?" Simon asked.

"i-i don't know .. I was so young when she- …when they came..." Baz mumbled, shaking his head

Simon frowned. You'd think seeing Baz like this would make him smile because of the whole 'enemies' thing but it just made him upset. He stood up and put a hand on Baz's shoulder, looking down at him. "Hey, you don't have to think about that now. I'll talk to Penny, she can help us figure this out. For now, just don't worry about it." he said softly.

Baz looked up at him. "You will..?" He looked into his eyes. "Thanks..." He said quietly as he looked down once more. He didn't even know why Simon was agreeing to help him. It made no sense in his mind

Simon kept his hand on Baz's shoulder. "No need to thank me." he smiled softly. Of course he was going to do all he could to help, Baz's mother deserved justice and the monster who set up her murder deserved whatever they got.

Baz looked back at Simon. He smiled a little and nodded slightly. He still didn't know why Simon was helping, but he appreciated it . He really did.

Simon moves away after a short moment of content silence. "We should get some rest, figure this out tomorrow." he said. He was quite worried about Baz's health, he looked like a corpse, so thin and gray. Baz was always gray, just not this pale.

Baz nods. "Yeah.. you're probably right..." He wiped under his eyes. "And Snow? I really appreciate this.. your help I mean.." he said quietly, looking down

Simon nodded his head. "Yeah, of course. You mother did tell all this to me after all." he said. That wasn't really why he was helping Baz. Simon would've helped even if Baz's mother came to Baz himself.

Baz nodded. "Right.. yeah that makes sense.." he gave a small little smile before he closed his eyes, to attempt sleep. He never would've thought that Simon Snow would help him with literally anything. But, here he was. And Baz was grateful for that

Simon didn't say anything after that. He smiled before letting the exhaustion of those late nights searching for Baz catch up to him. He simply closed his eyes, passing out almost instantly into a deep sleep.

Baz laid awake for a couple of minutes before falling asleep quickly due to stress from recent events. It all was dropped on him out of nowhere. Thankfully, he was able to sleep despite the cluttered events and thoughts

Simon woke up to the rays of sunlight that peeked in from behind the curtain. He opened his eyes and yawned before sitting up to stretch.

Baz awoke and immediately pulled the covers over his head. The bright rays of sunshine were a bit blinding. Sunlight didn't actually hurt vampires as much as people thought, but Baz was not a morning person

Simon rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair out of his eyes. He didn't care what Penny said, he didn't want a haircut. He walked over to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for the day.

Baz groaned quietly as he realized that he'd have to get up at some point. He sat up slowly and looked around. He didn't stand up yet and glanced at the bathroom where Simon was. He shook his head and slowly stood up

Simon was brushing his teeth when he looked in the mirror to see Baz was awake. Normally the two wouldn't interact at all, especially in their room in the morning, but now they had to get to finding whoever killed Baz's mother. He finished up whatever he was doing and walked out to the actual room.

Baz looked at Simon once more. But before a few moments he looked away and walked into the bathroom to get ready. Simon went to his wardrobe and picked out his clothes, the same clothes he wore every day. He started to dress while Baz was in the bathroom. Baz had quickly got dressed while he was in the bathroom. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. He hated how sickly he looked. He sighed and left the bathroom

As Simon buttoned his shirt, he felt the floor beneath him shake slightly. Odd, they never got any earthquakes here. It shook again, more violently this time, throwing a few things to the floor. Simon reached for his sword.

Baz stopped and glanced around, slowly grabbing his wand from his back pocket. He looked at Simon, a little curious to see if he knew what was going on

Simon looked back at Baz and shrugged. He made his way over to the window to see if anything was going on out there. And there was. Everyone was holding onto something, but no one could tell what was making the ground shake.

Baz walked up behind Simon and glanced out the window before stepping back a little. "Do you think it might just be a regular earthquake?" Baz asked quietly, although he doubted that to be true

Simon thought that's might be it, but it was weird. "I don't think so," he said, turning his head away from the window and towards Baz. "There's never been an earthquake here, I'm pretty sure the place is spelled against it." he turned back to the window to investigate.

Baz nodded, as that was what he assumed as well. He glanced out the window once more, before glancing around the room. "and you don't see anything suspicious..?" He asked quietly and curiously

Simon shook his head. "I'm looking. It looks like it's coming from the middle of the field over there but, there's nothing there. Maybe it's invisible." he said. He could feel his magic building up inside him. Baz nodded and glanced over at the field, but didn't see anything. He gripped his wand, bracing for the worst.

Simon tried to figure out what he could do. Maybe he could just lock everything in place so it would stop shaking, then maybe whatever it was would go away.

Baz looked around once more, standing still. He had a feeling that whatever was making everything shake, wasn't here to make friends. It was probably here to do quite the opposite

Simon turned to Baz for a second. "I'm gonna try something." he said before turning back to the window. He focused all of his magic on their surroundings, thinking about locking everything in place so it wouldn't shake.

Baz looked back at him, wondering what he was going to do. "Snow, what are you going to do…?" He asked quietly with a slight tone of concern in his voice

Simon kept his focus while talking. "I'm just going to stop everything from moving. Maybe whatever it is will go away when it sees nothing moving anymore." he answered.

Baz bit his lip lightly, wondering if this was a good idea. He eventually shrugged it off and figured Simon couldn't do anything to make it much worse, right?

Simon closed his eyes, keeping in mind exactly what he wanted to do. He pushed out his magic until he felt it was enough, then he opened his eyes and stopped.

Baz looked around. Nothing seemed, different. "Congratulations Snow, I think you successfully didn't blow anything up.." Baz muttered sarcastically, though hoping it was true. Everything stopped shaking and it seemed like whatever it was left.

Simon turned around and looked at Baz with an annoyed look on his face. "Very funny, Baz." he said with a sarcastic laugh. He closed the window and went to finish getting dressed. Baz just shrugged with a small smirk. He put his wand back up before finishing getting ready. He wondered if he could skip breakfast to feed in the catacombs, as he didn't do it last night. But he assumed that Simon would be too suspicious, so he decided against it

Simon finished up quickly, he usually liked to be out the door before Baz rolled out of bed. He reached to pull the door open and it didn't budge. He tried again, pulling harder this time. Baz watched as Simon struggled. He had finished up so he walked a little closer to him but not much

"What're you doing? Did you use too much magic where it weakened your strength or something?" Baz teased, as he tried to think of a logical way of why the door wouldn't open. Simon looked at Baz with an annoyed expression on his face.

"What? No. It just won't open." he said, tugging on the doorknob again. What the hell happened?

Baz rolled his eyes as he walked up behind Simon. "Here, let me try" he stepped up and tried to open the door. His face changed into one of annoyance and aggravation as he tried to force it open once more. "That's weird.." he muttered to himself. He pulled out his wand and pointed it to the door. "Open sesame!" He tried, but nothing happened. He tries the spell again, but still nothing.

Simon looked at the door anxiously. This was most definitely his fault, and he thought Baz might kill him for it. "Let me try it." he said. His magic was stronger, though he couldn't exactly control it too well. He thought maybe because it was him to did this, it had to be him to undo it. Some spells are like that. Baz looked at him and nodded slightly. Of course this was his fault, well at least it's better then being blown up..? He stepped back a little, to allow Snow to try to open it.

Simon channeled a small amount of magic, focused on the door, and cast 'open sesame' on the door. He walked over to it and turned the knob, or at least tried to. Still, nothing happened. He kicked the door, hoping it'd just fly open or something.

Baz rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because kicking the door will do so much more then magic will" he mumbled sarcastically under his breath, before running a hand through his hair and pulling it, slightly frustrated. He sat back on his bed and stared into space, wondering how to get out.

Simon mocked Baz once he knew he wasn't looking at him anymore. He leaned against the door and let himself slide down onto the floor as he thought about what else he could do. Maybe he had to use more magic to open it up. But he didn't want to risk messing up again. Baz laid backwards on his bed and closed his eyes . He doubted that they'd be out of there anytime soon, so why not just relax a little longer? So what if Snow was in the same room, it didn't mean that they had to talk. They ignored each other for the most part all the time. Simon cursed the rule of no electronics, he could really use some sort of distraction. He knew they'd be in there for a while, and he had no problem ignoring Baz when they could freely leave, but now they were going to be stuck there until the door somehow opened.

Baz sighed. He could've done his homework, but he had already finished it. He could've read, but he had finished most of his books. He could've talked to snow, but they hated each other's guts.

Simon straightened out his legs, crossing one over the other, and started fidgeting a bit. The silence was so horrible. Maybe, just maybe, he could talk to Baz, and maybe, just maybe, they might not have to hate each other so much anymore. Simon wasn't one to like having an enemy.

Baz bit his lip. The awkward tenseness was overwhelming. But he couldn't just, say something. Could he? No, he couldn't. He’d just get looked at like he was stupid.

Simon looked at the floor, under his bed, trying to space out so this would be less awkward. It didn't work. He sighed quietly. Baz wouldn't start a conversation, so he had to. "I don't want to hate you." he said, kind of awkwardly.

Baz looked up at him, not sure if he had heard him right. "What?" He asked quietly as his mind swarmed with thoughts. If snow didn't want to hate him then maybe he had a chance- no. Snow was straight. And he probably still liked Agatha.

Simon stood up. "I don't want to hate you," he repeated himself. "I don't want to have you as an enemy." he added on. In all honesty, Simon thought he and Baz would stop their bickering and become friends when they were still young. That never happened, so he took a chance now. He always wanted to be friends with a vampire, even if they did scare him half to death.

Baz sat up, but still sitting on his bed. He looked up at Simon. "I don't want to hate you either.. I don't want to have to fight you in this war.." he said quietly. "But the mage... And my family.. they can't stand each other.. "

Simon walked over to his own bed and sat down, crisscrossing his legs like a child as he faced Baz. "I know. But, we are not our families. I know they don't get along but that doesn't mean we have to be like that too." he said, trying to reason with the circumstance. One less enemy would be nice. One more friend would be even nicer.

Baz nodded. "But what would they say if they knew?" He asked looking at his as he ran a hand through his dark hair. He doubted his family would be happy if they knew. Simon frowned. He hadn't thought about that. He doesn't do much thinking.

"I can't say the mage would be very happy about it, but he can't just tell me not to be your friend. He wouldn't do that. He's not a bad guy." he said. But what would Baz's family say? Could they tell Baz not to be friends with Simon? Did they even have to know?

Baz raised his brows about Simon saying the mage wasn't a bad guy. Now was not the time to argue about that. "Maybe..." He said "maybe we don't have to tell them.. my parents I mean.. just-just in case.. "

"Really?" Simon smiled a bit. "But, you have to promise not to try and kill me again." he said, pointing an accusing finger at Baz.

Baz laughed. "To be fair I was just trying to scare you with the Chimera" he smirked a little. "But, fine. I promise that i won't try to kill you"

Simon looked at Baz skeptically, then softening his expression. He nodded his head before speaking again. "Can I just ask why you didn't like me in the first place?" he asked him.

"well my family hates the mage, and you're basically his heir. " Baz said with a small shrug as he looked at Simon

Simon frowned. "Yeah, but, we were just kids Baz. We didn't care about that stuff at age eleven." he said. At least, he didn't. He didn't really know anything about Baz's childhood.

Baz nodded. "True.. but I guess when I was younger my family just talked a bunch of crap about you and the mage, and it kind of fed into my head. My family probably wouldn't have been proud if I made friends with you, and I didn't want to disappoint them. So I pretended to hate you" he said

Simon looked at Baz. Did he hear that correctly? "Pretended to hate me? Are you telling me you didn't actually hate me?!" he put a lot of emphasis on the word 'pretended'.

Baz could feel his face heat up. If he could, he would be blushing furiously right now. Of course he pretended. He just didn't mean to say it out loud. It slipped out . "I- I didn't mean to say that, it slipped out. Ignore that. " He said quietly and awkwardly. He couldn't imagine how much Simon would tease him if he knew that he was hopelessly in love with him...

Simon blinked out. Baz was stuttering, which meant there was something he wasn't telling him. He was determined to find out what that was. "No, no you said 'pretended'. Why did you pretend? It can't just be your family, they wouldn't know what you did while away from home." he said. He was curious as to what Baz wasn't telling him.

Baz bit his lip lightly. There goes the only card he had. "I-its nothing Snow. I have my reasons.." he said quietly as he avoided eye contact.

Simon grinned. There was definitely something he was trying to hide. "come on Baz! Tell me..." He whined and Baz look at him with a raised brow.

"You're acting like a child."

"Just tell me!"

Baz sighed. "Fine. I technically didn't hate you. But I hated that I didn't hate you. But who could?! Simon, you're the chosen one! The quirky Watford boy whom everyone loves! And I'm- I'm just, not."

Simon looked at him with a frown. He wanted Baz to stop saying these hurtful things about himself. So he did the first thing he could think of. He walked over to Baz and lifted his chin up. He pressed his lips against Baz's. He expected Baz to push him away, but instead he kissed back.

Baz pulled away. "Snow..."

"You called me Simon before,"

"Did not."

Simon raised a brow and Baz sighed. "Simon, why- why did you kiss me..?"

"Why did you kiss back?"

"Because I love you, Simon Snow."

~

A reminder that this was made m o n t h s ago before my writing improved, so it’s not that well-written. 

[socontagiousimagines]

ghostin - Draco x Reader

yoooo I don’t know how this happened, but here it is

based on ghostin by Ariana Grande

Request -  @bored-and-bothered : Hey I rly think that you could do something cool with Draco and the prompt “alright, I’ll leave you alone then.” Obviously you can do whatever you want with it but if you can, could you do it kinda sad/angsty but then resolve it and make it kinda happy ish at the end

Warnings - character death, dealing with grief

Tags - a new thing I’m doing.. if it doesn’t get out of hand lmao... @drawlfoy @celestialceci 

Running. It wasn’t something Y/N had ever been good at, but she had no choice. It was kill or be killed. Streaks and flashes of green bounced all around her. In an instant, they’d stopped. It was quiet - save for the duel between Harry Potter and Voldemort. As quickly as it had started, it stopped.

The scene changed. Bodies surrounded her and the smell that filled the air reeked of death. She was frantically looking around her - needing to find him, see his face. Platinum hair was all she saw before she was enveloped in a bone crushing hug. Sobbing with relief, she gripped on to him.

“I was so scared, Draco. I didn’t see you at all - I thought - I thought - I -” she choked on a sob.

“I know, I know. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” Draco replied as he held her face to his chest. They stood there for a few minutes - Y/N gripping on to her boyfriend like her life depended on it and Draco stroking her hair as he held just as tightly. Suddenly pushing away from him, Y/N spoke again.

“Where’s Theo?”  Draco’s expression grew dark as he avoided eye contact with the girl standing in front of him.

“Where’s Theo, Draco?” she asked again, her voice wavering. He shook his head. Y/N dropped to her knees. No, no, no, no. no. It couldn’t be true. Tears rolled rapidly down her face and she let out a scream Draco never wanted to hear again. He moved quickly towards her and held her as she cried over her ex-boyfriend / best friend.

Y/N and Theo hadn’t ended on bad terms. They’d dated for a year before deciding that they were better off as friends. That didn’t erase the time they’d spent together though. They remained best friends and Theo was even happy for her when she’d started dating Draco. That didn’t mean she didn’t still love him though. She always would.

-----

Y/N awoke in sweat soaked sheets and a dark room. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she remembered she was at Malfoy Manor.

In Draco’s room.

Next to Draco.

The after effects of the dream were evident as tears streamed down her face.  She watched as Draco’s chest rose and fell with every breath. Platinum hair stuck up in every direction. His soft snores made her laugh - despite the horrible nightmare flashback she’d just woken up from.  As much as she wanted to wake him up, she knew that he needed as much sleep as he could get. They were both still healing from the events that happened a year ago.

Y/N knew that if Draco had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have gotten through the year. Losing Theo - someone that had meant as much to her as Draco did - was traumatic. She’d spent the first week after he died by herself. She didn’t leave the room that the Malfoys had provided for her. Few words came from her mouth and as much as her mother and Draco had tried, she just didn’t want to talk about it.

As the weeks passed, Y/N was more open to comfort and would let Draco hold her when she sobbed. Every tear that streamed down her face felt like she was living in hell. Feeling guilty about being in Draco’s arms while she cried over another boy was a feeling she’d grown accustomed to. She’d tried to tell Draco that he should leave her alone, but he never did. Trying to push him away physically didn’t work and she’d snapped at him several times as well.

He had been her rock this entire time. He himself had been through just as much if not more trauma than she had. Of course Draco would take time when he was by himself and let out his emotions. But being there for Y/N was more important to him. He knew how close she was to Theo. When she had yelled at him and blamed him for her ex-boyfriend’s death, he stood there silently and let her get it out. He took every moment of her pushing him away and he pushed right back. Y/N knew she had put Draco through a lot.

-----

“Just admit that it hurts you, Draco! I know it does.” Y/N yelled at him. She stood by the window, while he stood across from her by the door.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” he said calmly.

“Something! Anything! Just admit that you’re mad at me! Frustrated! I don’t care, just stop making me feel so guilty and admit it.”

“How am I making you feel guilty?”

“I don’t - I don’t know.” Her breath caught in her throat and she slid down the wall.

She’d been like this lately. Trying to pick fights with Draco. Trying to blame him. She knew in her heart of hearts that it was not anyone’s fault, really. Theo had always had bad luck and that day it just so happened that his good luck seemed to run out completely. Y/N was angry that there was no one to blame.

Angry that she treated Draco so awful sometimes.

Angry that when she was in his arms, she sometimes wished they were Theo’s instead.

While their breakup had ended well and they’d managed to stay best friends, Y/N knew she’d always have some sort of small lingering feeling towards him. In the end though, her feelings for the platinum haired boy would always be greater though.

-----

Y/N stared at Draco as he peacefully slept next to her. He turned and threw his arm around her waist. Closing her eyes, she let herself succumb to the dreamworld again - hoping it would be kind to her this time.

She was in the center of a green field. Pink and purple flowers surrounded her. The sun shined brightly above her head. Glancing around, she spotted a figure sitting a few feet in front of her. His brown hair showed streaks of blonde and his face was tilted up towards the warm sun.

“Theo?” she asked. The boy turned to face her and threw a smirk her way. Without thinking, she ran towards him and he stood up to catch her. Wrapping her arms around his neck was the best feeling.

“Hey, Y/N.” he laughed, circling his arms around her waist.

“What are you doing here? Is this real?” she asked, pulling away slightly to look up into his green eyes.

“You know it’s not.” He looked at the girl in front of him sadly. She sighed, dropping her head.

“I just - I thought - nevermind.” She looked back up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I needed to speak with you. I know you’ve been grieving and I know it’s been hard, but you need to know this has been just as hard on Draco.”

“You don’t think I know that? I hate myself for what I’m doing to him. I’ve put him through more than anyone ever should. He doesn’t deserve this. I’ve told him several times to leave.”

Y/N crossed her arms.

“You and I both know he’ll never do that. He loves you. And you love him. Fuck Y/N, you loved him even when we were together. He was - is - my best friend, too. I know him and I know you. You guys are going to get through this. You’re going to get past this.”

Theo took a step back and smiled at Y/N.

“I don’t think I can get past this, Theo. I miss you so much.”

“I know. I miss you guys too. You need to remember that Draco also lost a best friend that day.”

“I loved you.”

“I know. And I, you. However, Draco loves you as well. So much. You learn a lot of things when you die. You’re going to get married and you’re going to have kids. And he’s going to be with you every step of the way. You’re going to be okay. I promise. Let Draco in, alright?”

His large hands grabbed her small face and he wiped at the tears that had fallen from her eyes. He pressed his forehead against hers. She began shaking her head back and forth.

“I’ve got to go. I love you. Draco loves you. Let him help you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. The world spun and -

-----

- she was back in Draco’s room.

“NO!” she yelled, sitting up. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Anger. Sadness. Happiness.

Draco had been awake for a few minutes now. Sunlight streamed in between his curtains. He watched Y/N twitch in her sleep. Tears started falling down her face. This wasn’t anything Draco hadn’t seen before. It’d started the night after the war and hadn’t stopped since. She sat up and shouted.

Positioning himself in front of her, he grabbed her face. He looked straight into her E/C eyes.

“Hey, hey. You’re alright, okay? I’m here, I’ve got you.” He tried to calm her down, but she shoved him off. Stumbling off the bed, she stood in front of him.

“Just leave me alone!” she shouted and retreated to the bathroom.

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone then…” he mumbled after her.

Draco sighed. It wasn’t unusual for her to act like this sometimes. He lay back on the bed with his feet hanging off the side.

-----

Y/N slammed the bathroom door. She knew she shouldn’t have yelled at Draco. He’d done nothing wrong. She braced herself on the counter and looked into the mirror. Theo was right. She needed to let Draco in. He’d also lost his best friend that day. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed one of Draco’s sweatshirts off the floor. Pulling it over her head, she exited the bathroom.

Draco sat up as he heard the click of the bathroom door. A smile graced his face as he saw her in his old Slytherin Quidditch sweatshirt. Green looked so good on her.

“Hey, I haven’t seen that on you in awhile.” He watched as she slowly made her way over to him. Standing between his legs, she messed with his hair for a little while before speaking.

“I’m sorry. That was so out of line. I don’t want you to leave me alone. I know we don’t talk about it much, but… you lost a best friend that day too. I’m so sorry I’ve been so selfish.” she sniffled. Draco hung his head and his hands wrapped around the back of Y/N’s legs, resting on the back of her thighs.

“I know.” his voice cracked. And for the first time in a year, Draco allowed himself to break down in front of Y/N. She held him like he held her. His face was buried in her stomach and she smoothed his hair down while she whispered comforting words.

“It’s little things that remind me of him too, you know? Like when I walk through the garden, I get hit with all the flashbacks of us running around when we were younger. Or I had a butter beer for the first time in awhile yesterday and I couldn’t even drink it because all I could think about was when we’d all go to Hogsmeade for one during the winter. He was the closest thing I had to a brother. It’s like there’s this piece of my life that will never be the same again.” he managed to get out once his tears had subsided.

“I know. I saw his father in Diagon Alley the other day and I couldn’t even face him. I turned around before he could see me. Then I spent an hour crying in a random bathroom. It’s been a year, how are we not over this already?”

“Grief takes time. My mum said we’ll never really be over this. We'll have good moments and we’ll have bad ones too. What matters, I think, is that we stick together. I love you endlessly.”

He looked up into her eyes. She had a small smile on her face.

“I love you too.”

“Hard times are golden, babe. We’ll get through this. We’ll get past it, I promise.”

Y/N smiled at the familiar words. They’d be alright - as long as they stuck together.

[niphredil-14]

may i request a theo x mc couple fight fic please?

IkeVamp Theo/MC -- Dissension

Fandom: Ikemen VampireWarnings: NonePairing: Theo/MCGenre: Fluff/angst

My vampiric lover, Theodorus Van Gogh, as we all know, is the epitome of possessive. Whenever I would be speaking to someone of the opposite sex, for over three measly seconds, Theo would approach, wrap his arms around my waist, place his chin atop my shoulder, and glare almost physical daggers at my ‘pursuer’. It seemed that there was no limit to Theo’s jealousy, but hey, it was just another part of the man that I had come to love. Shortly after I began my relationship with the younger Van Gogh, a certain playboy had become a very dear friend of mine. Arthur had decided it best to lay off of the flirting with me and rather, treat me as a friend instead of another of the ‘skirts’ that he chased after. In fact, we had become such close friends that we often hung out just to chat for hours on end. This particular instance had my blue-haired friend and myself seated in the lounge conversing his newest work in progress while playing a game of cards, which, might I add, I thought that I had improved greatly at ever since versing Arthur. He had continued explaining his latest chapter after laying down a seven of clubs. This installment of Sherlock Holmes had the detective trying to find a kidnapped noblewoman. I have mentioned before that though Arthur took a slight step down from his habitual flirting, this does not, however, indicate that he had altogether stopped. As the majority of you most likely know by now, it is nearly impossible to get through a conversation with this man without an attempt, on his part, to get a reaction out of me, either it be by jesting my relationship with the dutchman or by his common, teasing way of flirting with me. The man opposite me had apparently decided that after his play in the game, while I was absorbed in contemplating a way to prevent his victory, it would be the perfect occasion for a bit of his sarcastic attempt at courting. As I have previously stated, we had been talking about Arthur’s newest book, which featured Sherlock Holmes and his reliable partner: Dr. John Watson, both of which had taken up the task of finding a missing noblewoman. As to keep on the already decided topic of conversation, Arthur chuckled and decided to ask a rather bold question in relation to his writing. The query was:          “Say, my dear MC, for this story, I must be rather familiar with the female anatomy. Do you think you would allow me to do a bit of research concerning the subject?” Just at that moment, I heard a low, throaty growl and was then roughly pulled by my elbow to my feet. My mystery attacker held me flush against his chest with his arms crossed around my waist, and snarled when the novelist looked at my dropped handful of cards and commented, “Oh my, there was simply no chance of you winning, MC, was there?” I turned my head to look at the man holding me and was met with no other face than Theo’s, and dear God, did he look angry.           “And just what the Hell do you think you’re doing?” Theo barked at Arthur.           “Oh, nothing, Old Chap! Just giving a friend an invitation!” Arthur replied, cheerily. Theo’s increasing anger was all too noticeable for my liking, so I tried to diffuse the situation.          “Theo, no matter what he says, you know that I’m yours. I would never take him up on those offers, you know that.” I turned to look up at him, but the fire burning in his irises was too intense to bear, so I diverted my gaze once again. I felt the rumbling in his chest before a sharp voice cut through my ears,          “He was flirting with you, MC! There is no excuse for that!” The brunette swiftly turned his scrutiny towards the writer once more. I was baffled by Theo’s anger. Arthur had always been flirtatious, and he most likely always would be. Everything he said was to be taken with a rather large grain of salt. Theo had witnessed Arthur’s toying before, and sure, he was never happy with it, but he had never gotten so irate.           “Love, you know better than to take anything Arthur says seriously, he just jests, it’s alright.” I tried to get Theo to calm down, but it was to no avail. Arthur had stood up at this point, and it’s a good thing he did because not three seconds after I spoke did Theo respond with,          “Why the Hell are you defending him?! Is he your boyfriend? Is he the one pleasuring you? Is he the one who has loved you unconditionally?! No, I am! But, you know what? If you would rather spend your time with this jerk-off, then fine! Be with him!” As he tightened his grip on my arms, then harshly shoved me into Arthur’s chest, where the author held me tight. My heart was beating too loudly in my ears for me to make out Theo’s parting words before he stormed out of the lounge and slammed the door behind him.           A few moments passed where I just stood there in Arthur’s arms, shaking as I pressed my face into his chest. These moments were short-lived, however, and Arthur soon gently guided me by the arms out of his embrace.          “Are you alright, MC?” Arthur inquired with a worried look on his face.           “My upper arms are a little sore, but I’m alright. And you?”           “I was not the one being so rudely manhandled. I’m sorry, I crossed the line with that one, I shouldn’t have said it, I never intended for things to get so out of hand..” Arthur apologized.           “It is far from being your fault. Theo overreacted, he should have known that you didn’t mean it.” I assured my friend. He let go of my arms and an awkward silence dominated the room. “I, I’m sorry, Arthur, but I need some time to myself right now. I hope you won’t hold it against me if I were to leave you to clean up our game?” I asked.          “Not at all, MC, take all the time you need,” Arthur said in a comforting tone and gave me a pat on the head as he turned to pick up the cards. This was my cue to exit the room.           I spent the rest of the day doing two main things. The first, finding any possible work I could to distract me from the previous events of the day. Anything from polishing the silverware, to cooking, to rearranging the library in alphabetical order of the authors’ last names. I would do anything and everything to not give myself the time to reflect upon my eleven o’clock break. The second thing I did was desperately avoid both Theo and Arthur. Though, it seemed that was not a very difficult task, as the appeared to be avoiding me and each other as well. I had done a rather sufficient job at both of my previously mentioned tasks, but when I had gotten all ready for bed and had lied my head down on the pillow, there was no avoiding the memory and the rushing wave of feelings and emotions that had been dragged along with it.  It was impossible to escape my own mind and before long, tears had begun to roll down my cheeks. I tried to will them away, but the utter sense of betrayal and hurt overcame my desire to simply fall into a deep slumber without the pain and embarrassment of getting there through weeping.           The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining at its highest point. As soon as I had realized that, I jumped out of bed and got dressed, only then did I noticed the tear streaks staining my cheeks from the night before. I rushed to scrub them away, but I was only partially successful. After this, I ran down to the kitchen where I found Sebastian preparing lunch.           “Sebastian! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to oversleep. Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked. He paused his actions and turned back to me.           “Good morning, MC. I’m glad to see you’re awake. As for your inquiry, you seemed to have needed the rest, so I let you have it, especially concerning the fact that you got so much work done yesterday, that there is barely any left today.” Sebastian explained. The blood drained from my face, if there was no work to do, that meant that there was nothing to do to distract myself from my woes.           “But surely, Sebastian, there is something for me to occupy myself with today?” I asked, anxious about what his answer would be.           “There are a few things you could do. First of all, would be to bring the residents some rouge. The second would be to set out the laundry to dry. The third would be assisting me with dinner later tonight, and finally, you could head into town to pick up some more coffee beans.” He informed me. That list seemed exceedingly short, even with only half a day to finish all of it.  I would have to find some other things to do to kill time. However, I would rather be working constantly than not be doing anything at all. And so, I got to work. I started with hanging the laundry out to dry so that when I got back from town with the coffee beans I would be able to bring the clothes in for the night and then help Sebastian with dinner. So, I went from room to room -except for Arthur’s and Theo's, I let Sebastian get those, without fully explaining why- collecting the laundry. After I had washed those, I hung them up on the clotheslines, and because it was so bright and warm out, they dried quickly. As soon as I had finished hanging the clothes, I walked to town, deciding that it would take up more time, and give me less time to think. However, this plan backfired horribly. rather than give me more time to work, and less time to think, it did the polar opposite. All I could think about was Theo’s anger and Arthur’s comfort. Theo knew that I was good friends with Arthur, and he knew that I only had eyes for one man and that that one man wasn’t Arthur. I was so unbelievably head-over-heels in love with Theo that this small argument was tearing me apart on the first day. I hadn’t seen him at all that day, because I had been avoiding him out of fear of the awkward situation that would become a reality if the two of us were to meet. I missed his hugs, I missed his kisses, I missed hearing his ‘good mornings’. I missed him. I couldn’t stand the pain of separation. Soon enough, I made it to our coffee bean supplier with the money, purchased the beans, and walked back to the manor, attempting to rid my thoughts of Theo. About halfway back, I broke into a run. I couldn’t bear to be alone with my thoughts like this. There seemed to be no crueler torturer in that moment than myself and my mind. After about five minutes of on and off sprinting, I made it back. I walked into the storage cellar and placed the majority of the beans there, bringing only one bag into the kitchen with me. By this time, it was about three-forty-five in the afternoon. I had made it back just in time to start dinner with Sebastian. And so, we worked and cooked, and baked for about two hours, bringing us to about six o’clock. At this time, we brought all the food into the dining room, where nine of the vampires were sitting. I noticed that two were absent, those being Arthur and Theo. After dinner, Sebastian and I cleaned up, but the entire time my mind was stuck on Theo. It was as if I were walking around in a dream-like state, only partially aware of what I was doing and where I was going. Not long after that did I head to my room to prepare myself for sleep once again. Just like the eve before, I cried myself to sleep, as I was unable to detach myself from my emotions, and devoid my mind of Theo.           I woke up in the morning the same way as the day ere, but this time on schedule. I walked down to the kitchen once again, but when I arrived, I found Sebastian talking to Theo. When I walked in and saw him there, my mind froze, and so did my body. Theo stopped talking when he noticed my presence, and he shot me a dirty look. It broke my heart all over again. Our eyes had locked, but despite his angry look, I found myself unable to look away. Trapped forever in his cold, icy eyes. We were snapped out of our gazes when Sebastian coughed twice, quite loudly. Suddenly, my heels seemed to be of more interest than the world or people around me. My mind and spirit seemed broken every day that I was forced to live without my lover at my side, and so, I made up my mind to try and diffuse the situation and apologize, even though I was under no impression that Arthur nor I did anything wrong.          “Theo, could I speak with you for a mo-” I began, but Theo cut me off by briskly walking out of the room. My head turned to follow him as he so coldly left me behind. In the span of two days, the manor had returned to its usual mess, and there was lots to do. I spent a rather long time dusting the furniture before moving on to cleaning the windows. I had been working on one in the west wing of the third floor when I was tapped on the shoulder. I stopped daydreaming, and my hand ceased its circular movements as I turned to look behind me, only to find Vincent’s bright blue eyes staring back at me. “Oh, Vincent! Good morning, how are you?” I greeted, but he seemed to ignore my question, something that was rather odd for the usually kind and polite painter.           “Please tell me what happened between you and Theo,” He pleaded. “I have to know.” I was stunned by that. Theo was so ticked off by the misunderstanding two days before, that he had gone to his older brother and complained - or talked enough shit- for said older brother to come and confront me about it. I stuttered out a few half-words before finding a sentence falling from my lips.           “I’ll tell you everything, but not here, please,” I said, a pout forming on my face.  And so, Vincent and I walked to the dining room, a room that was mostly uninhabited except for mealtimes, and sat down as I began to explain what had happened. “What you need to understand, Vincent, is that Arthur may be a flirt, but ever since I started dating Theo, everything of that sort that he has said to me has been nothing but satirical. He and I are nothing more than good friends.” I began to say when Vincent interrupted me.           “Did Theo know this?” He questioned.          “I thought he did, but it turns out that I was wrong to assume that. Anyways, Arthur and I had been playing a card game and talking about his latest novel, when he used one of his pick-up lines on me. It was, I admit, something that would be considered scandalous as well as suggestive if someone who didn’t know that he was merely jesting were to overhear. I am guessing that this is what happened with Theo, he didn’t know that Arthur was being sarcastic, that even if he wasn’t I would decline him. Before I even had the chance to respond, I was pulled up from my chair by Theo, and severely yelled at.” I just noticed that as my anecdote was repeated to Vincent, tears had begun to fall from my face. Vincent reached for a silk handkerchief that was folded neatly on the table and handed it to me. I wiped my tears and continued my retelling. “When I attempted to diffuse the situation, he accused me of not being loyal, of being in love with Arthur, and then proceeded to throw me into Arthur’s arms as he stormed out of the room. I feel terrible about it. I miss him terribly.” I told all of this to Vincent while he listened on, silently, nodding every once and again.           “That would explain why he’s been so upset. He has been working nonstop, and by the look of it, you have too.” The blonde stated, matter of factly.           “I hadn’t seen him or Arthur at all yesterday. And today, I ran into Theo in the kitchen, but when I asked for a minute of his attention so that I could apologize for any offense Arthur or myself may have caused, he just walked out of the room. I don’t know how to apologize if he refuses to look at me aside from angry and accusing glances!” I said. “I just wish that he would listen to me, or give me a chance to explain!” I exclaimed as I began to sob once more. Vincent leaned forward to embrace me, letting me get all my tears out as I repeatedly muttered, “I’m so sorry”, “I love him”, and “I don’t know what I did wrong.” Vincent just sat there, holding me, and whispering that everything would be alright. After I got a hold of myself, I asked Vincent the two questions that had been plaguing me ever since he approached me at the window. “Vincent, is Theo okay? What did he say happened?” Vincent darted his eyes around the room, letting me go, and rubbing the nape of his neck.           “I’m not sure that I should tell you, sorry.”           “Oh, but Vincent, you must! You simply must! It’s killing me to not know.” I pleaded, desperately. And, to my surprise, he gave in.           “H-he said that he was convinced that Arthur was interested in you and that he thought you might be interested in him too, so he got sca-” Vincent couldn’t finish the sentence, because the man of the hour ran into the room, grabbed his brother by the bicep, and dragged him out as fast as he had entered. But I didn’t need Vincent to finish the sentence, I had heard enough and I knew just what he was going to say. And with that, I made up my mind, tonight I would go to Theo’s room, and clear things up. I would make him hear me out!          As the evening rapidly approached, my anxiety increased by the minute. The clocked ticked away, and soon it had hit eight o’clock. Though my nerves were far from steel, it was painstakingly obvious that I could not go on like this another night. I couldn’t allow for the feud to carry on any longer. So, despite my apprehension, I walked lightly to Theo’s bedroom door. When I approached, I hesitated for a moment before reaching up to knock twice. Before my hand could make contact with the wooden barrier standing between my love and I, I heard his voice call to me from the inside,          “Come in, Hondje.” I was shocked, to say the least. How he was aware of my presence was unknown to me, but following his order, I opened the door and slipped inside. His gaze was harsh, but much less so than the one that had been directed towards me earlier that day and the one before. His eyes left mine for a moment and gestured to a seat, silently telling me to sit. As soon as I did, King stood up from his bed and came up to me and put his head on my thighs. There were a few seconds of silence, where neither one of us knew just what to say to the other, and so we just sat there, face to face, staring at one another, questioning who would be the one to break the silence. Eventually, I made the choice to speak and put an end to this dispute. I took a deep breath and began,          “Theo, I am terribly sorry if I upset you! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” His gaze softened, and I continued, “And Arthur didn’t mean what he said to me, you know he likes to jo-”          “Even when you are here, begging for forgiveness you can’t go without talking about other men?” Theo asked, a fire burning in his eyes. I moved my hand to pet King’s head.           “I wasn’t talking about him because of interest, Theo. I was apologizing on both my behalf, and Arthur’s, you know that I love you, and only you.” He huffed and a light pink flush dusted his cheeks.           “You shouldn’t have to apologize for him! He should be able to do that himself!” Theo barked. I looked down towards the golden retriever head t\on my lap, feeling quite chastised.           “Theo,” I began, feeling the tears in my eyes begin to well up. “I am trying to apologize. You don’t understand how hard these past couple of days have been for me. Not having the privilege of you at my side has caused me immeasurable pain and loneliness!” I abruptly stood up, tears streaming down my cheeks as though a dam had burst, letting free a tsunami of water that’s sole purpose was to drown my cheeks. “I have cried myself to sleep each and every night because your anger with me is unbearable! I don’t know exactly what I have done wrong, or how to fix it, but, dammit Theo, I am trying my hardest to set things right!” I sunk to my knees, settling for a sobbing session on the floor. King trodded up to me and licked my salty cheek. “I can’t go on like this anymore,” I muttered. I remained there for a few moments, wailing to myself, uncaring of what Theo could possibly think of me now. I had reached my limit, and now, all that was left of me was a sad, broken girl, sitting, crying, on her lover’s floor, with only his dog for comfort. I couldn’t even bring myself to my feet so that I could make my escape. I was frozen, save for the shaking of my shoulders, trembling of my lips, and the heaving of my chest. I had said all that I had meant to say, but it seemed that it was not enough to earn his forgiveness, and that thought drained any and all emotions and energy from me. I had grown dependent of Theo and his love and affection, and without him, I was left empty. A mere husk of a being that once was was all that I could ever anymore, even more dead than the vampires that I resided with. I knew that crying in from of him would do nothing to bring him back to me, and yet, I couldn’t find any shred of will inside myself to care, not about him seeing me cry, not about what this would mean for me, nothing. It was then when at least five minutes of my bawling must have past, when I felt two strong, muscular arms, wrap around me and hold me tight. A chin rested atop the crown of my head and placed a kiss there before returning to simply being supported.          “I am so, so sorry, MC.” Theo muttered. “I was possessive, I know that, but I can’t help but be filled with jealousy and fear when I see you enjoying yourself so much around another man. Especially when I see him trying to court you. You could do so much better than me, you could have any man you wanted wrapped around your finger with just a word. Can’t you see, we’re all helpless to you.” This new, vulnerable side of Theo was unknown to me and did a great job of surprising me. I looked up, and he removed his chin from my head, and looked down at me, with gentle, loving eyes. It was so rejuvenating, after days of separation. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face into the crook of his neck. We just sat there for some time, unmoving, until King let out a playful yelp, and tried to nuzzle between us and join in on the hug, as golden retrievers do. My boyfriend and I separated just enough for our furry friend to slip between and get some of the cuddles. I giggled at how odd the situation would look to an outsider, and Theo leaned down to give me a peck on the lips.

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She is dying either way Part 3

Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles, Theo, Derek, Mellisa, Scott, Liam, Hayden, the Dread doctors, Kira, Allison

Pairing: Stiles Stelinski/ Theo Reaken X Reader Argent

Summary: Being Allisons big sister you swore to protect her. Always. After she died by the hands of an Oni you start blaming yourself for it. Separating yourself from the pack you throw yourself in fights you know you can’t handle. Becoming a stranger to your friends fighting the supernatural alone. A human against the creatures of the night.

One night you find yourself fighting for your life, ending up nearly killed and in a coma. Waking up left you with severe amnesia. Not even remembering your own name. The pack changes your last name so you can start over. Keeping their distance to protect you from a far. Theo take advantages of the situation and grows close to you. Betraying you, leaving you vulnerable.

Warnings: none so far. But it would be nice to know that the story isn’t at all accurate with the shows time line from season 3.

Word count: chapter word count: 3,220                     total word count 10,370

part 1: here and 2 here 

Panic struck Theo when he had found out. One of them visited him informing him on my condition. ''Her condition is promising.'' he had said. ''Her, who is her?'' He didn't realise they were talking about me. ''Your friend.'' he said before disappearing again.  

Running around his room trying to find some clothes and shoes, he ran to the one person he knew would help, Scott, even if that means coming clean.  

Walking up his door step he knocked hastily on his door. A sleepy Scott opened the door. ''Theo don't you know what time it is.'' he said annoyed. ''It's the Dread Doctors, they took her.'' Suddenly wide awake, Scott let him in.

Pacing impatiently he walked trough the kitchen. ''Can you stop and take a seat?'' Scott was getting impatient. ''How did you know she was taken by the Dread Doctors?'' This was the moment to tell the truth. ''The reason why I knew so much about them was because I was working with them to get to you. The needed someone strong to pass their experiment and once I learned that Y/N was a perfect contestant I tried to win her trust and lead her to them but then I fell in love.''  

Scott walked over to Theo beyond pissed and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. ''If Stiles doesn't kill you after saving her, she will.'' Scott knew that the pack needed Theo alive in order to save me, he was useless dead.

He let go of Theo and walked upstairs most likely to get dressed and call the other. When Stiles heard the news about my disappearing he was furious. He had stormed into Scott's home looking for Theo, finding him in the kitchen. ''Stiles,'' he started but Stile didn't want to hear it and it him square in the face. ''You son of a bitch. I knew you were trouble and now MY girlfriend is missing because of you. I will kill you after we found her.'' Stiles was holding his fist, covered in Theo's blood. For a few minutes Theo had a broken nose which healed a little later.

Laying bound on the operation table, I waited for my faith to meet up with me. Three figurers were hovering over my body. One was holding a rather large injection needle. ''What are you gonna do with that.'' my voice was shaky.

The figurers didn't respond, two were holding me down while the third injected me with a silvery substance.  The liquid felt strangely warm, I could feel it spread to my body, flowing to the ends of my fingertips and toes.

However, it did burn in my face, my cheeks felt fiery and a silver haze cover my eyes, blinded by the liquid for who knows how long I started to hear voices. It started out as a scream but later tuned down to people talking.

Images started to form in my head, at first it felt surreal and a dream but soon I realized it was a memory in staid.  

''Oke Allison, now shoot the apple on my head, I trust you.'' I was looking at a young girl with a bow and arrow. She was nervous and her hands were shaky. ''But what if I hit you.'' she said, scared. ''You won't.'' I assured her. She took a deep breath and then released the string of her bow, launching the arrow trough the air, hitting the apple on my head. ''I told you, you could do it.''  

The scene disappeared and I entered a new one, in each memory there was the same girl, Allison, present. She was my sister, my little sister. Each memory got darker and darker until I remembered every thing.

Walking trough the gates of Oak Creek with the pack to save our best friend. Kira's mother was waiting for us, in the hope to stop is. She tolled us it wasn't our fight but hers. What she didn't realise was that when the Nogitsune took the form of our friend, my boyfriend, it became our fight too.

Scott and Stiles, the real one, ran inside looking for Lydia. She was taken by the Nogitsune and was now trapped. The Oni that she had with her for protection were sent to find the Nogitsune. Little did she knew he was one step ahead.

The Nogitsune had the last of her tail pieces. Once the Oni's where close he broke the tail piece, and they were no longer bound the miss Yukimura. The firefly that gave life to them went out and went up in smoke.

Holding out her hand to see what was going on, everyone, including me, looked puzzled. ''Mom?'' Kira asked worried. ''What is that?'' asked Isaac sensing there was something wrong. ''What does that mean?'' Was my follow-up question.

It was answered, but not by Miss Yukimura. ''It means, there is a change in ownership, now they belong to me.'' It was the Nogitsune, who still had the appearance of stiles. It was sickening to look at, knowing that the loving and familiar face was anything but.

The Oni were now standing behind him, waiting for his command to attack. Allison drew her arrow back and I drew my sword. With a twitch of the corner of his mouth he gave the sign. The Oni now attacked us.

Swords clanking and screams filled the night. Every one fighting one or more of the Oni. It wasn't looking good for us, we all had cuts all over our bodies, one by one we fell to the ground. One of them hovered over Isaac who was sitting on the ground, heavily injured. Allison shot the Oni and a moment later it exploded. She managed to kill one. She figured out how.

Every one was shocked even the Nogitsune. But our victory wasn't for long because right after another Oni pierced his sword into her stomach. A faint scream was heard from inside the building, it was the scream of a banshee.

I turned back around and saw the Oni withdraw his sword from my sister. ''No!'' I screamed as I slashed the Oni but before I could do any damage they all disappeared.

Scott exited the building and caught her before she could hit the ground. Minutes later she was gone. My legs gave in and I fell to the ground sobbing and screaming. Our dad just entered the premises, only to discover one of his daughters had died.

The same silvery haze covered my vision and soon I was back in the dirty room. My body hurt  like hell and it felt like things were growing. With a new-found strength I ripped the restraints that were holding me open and fell to the ground.

I could see my fingernails growing. Screaming out in pain I noticed my teeth growing as well, I now had fangs.

My car accident wasn't real, there wasn't even a car accident to begin with. After the death of my sister, I went completely haywire. I took my anger out on the supernatural, just because I failed as a sister. It was my job to protect her, it was my job to protect my little sister.

When the Deadpool started I fixated my whole life on stopping all the hunters and the very Deadpool itself, it nearly costed my life.  I dedicated my life to protect other packs and all other supernatural creatures. The cuts and bruises I sustained took a toll on my health, I was only human after all. It left me comatose in a hospital.

I tried to relax my body and change back into my human form. My head was pounding and the cold cement floor felt nice against my for head.

I was scared, I didn't know what to do and if I would ever get out of here. Left with mixed feelings about the two boys who were basically my boyfriends. I couldn't deny the feelings I had for Theo, but in reality I was still with Stiles.

Scott had gathered the pack,  they split in two groups. Theo led Stiles and Scott to the hide out from the Dread doctors while Liam and Hayden went looking for a way to spot Theo by using Kira's sword. But for their plan to work they needed Kira.

Taking yet another turn in the underground tunnels. ''Theo we have been walking for almost an hour, we already have searched this entire tunnel system, its not here.'' Stiles was getting even more agitated than he already was. ''Trust me it is here.'' Theo was looking for something on the walls.

It was a symbol of a snake that eat its own tail. ''Here. She is here.'' Theo stepped aside so the boys could see. ''And how do we get in there?'' Scott asked worried. ''We break down the wall if we have too.'' Stiles said and that was exactly what they were going to do.

Scott and Theo wolved out and started pounding on the walls. Cracks started to form in the stone wall and then broke apart, leaving a hole where they could walk trough.

Stiles was the first to run trough, looking for me. In panic, he looked over me on the ground and it was Theo who found me.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and in shock I jerked up. Afraid it was one of the Dread doctors.

Once I saw who it was my body allowed itself to relax. I flung my self in his arms, happy I was safe. ''You came.'' I whispered in his ear. ''I didn't come alone.'' he whispered back. I looked over his shoulder and saw Scott and Stiles.  

Letting go of Theo, I stood up and walked over to Stiles. Hugging him immediately. ''I remember.'' I said to him. ''Everything.'' The smile on my face could be heard in my voice.  ''You do?'' his voice was shaky. I pulled away from the embrace and looked at him nodding. Both happiness and sadness were visible on his face.

Theo didn't know where to look, so he just stood there. Scott was the first to speak up about him. ''Theo, why don't you tell why she is here.'' Confused I looked from Scott to Theo. ''What does he mean by that Theo?'' Theo looked at me scared, he was shaking slightly. ''Tell her Theo.'' It was now Stiles who spoke. ''Or I will.''

The situation was perplexed, I was waiting for someone to tell me what was going on. ''Theo?'' I asked again hoping he would say something, but he didn't. ''Theo has been working with the very same man who brought you here, it was his plan all along.'' It was Stiles who tolled the story, with a bitter tone. ''What?'' Tears started to fill my eyes but I ignored them.

Scott stepped forward and continued. ''Trying to be apart of my pack he gained certain information about you and your amnesia, he tried to use that in his advantage to turn you into a Chimera to.'' So that is what I was.

The tears made place for anger, emotion took over and my teeth started growing and my eyes lid a silvery blue. ''You did this to me!'' I screamed and showed him my claws. My words echoed trough the room. ''Yes. At first, it was my plan but then I fell in love. I tried to stop them from taking you that night at school, but they took you anyway'' he was now crying, I almost believed him.

The reality of him working for the Dread doctors was surreal. All this time that we were dating, he was looking for the perfect opportunity to hand me over to them, and he succeeded. ''I really thought that what ever we had been real, but all this time you had other plans for my future.'' my voice was shaky yet it was clear as ice.

With pleading eyes Theo looked at me. ''Please, babe,'' Immediately I interrupted him. ''You lost the right to call me that Theo.'' I could see the hurt in his eyes but I didn't care. Not any more.  ''You took advantage of me when I didn't even know who I was. We are over.'' I turned my back to him and walked to Stiles. ''I want go home.'' I whispered, while tears where filling my eyes.

I didn't want to care but I did. After all I did loved him. I was already heading toward the exit of the room. Eager to get out of here, all I wanted to do was forget this night.

On my way out to the tunnels Liam and Haydan come running toward us. ''Y/N! they found you!'' Both of them sounded relieved after seeing me walking. ''Yeah, they did.'' I said softly, while looking back. Noticing that the boys hadn't follow me out.  

Walking back to the room I was held captive in I came on to view with a new nightmare. Stiles was lying on the ground with a cut on his head and probably unconscious and Theo was in a fight with Scott.

Without thinking, I jumped between the two. ''What are you doing?!'' I shouted to Theo. ''If I can't be with you, I will follow my old plan to kill Scott and take his pack.'' There was something sinister in his voice, as if he became psychotic. ''If Scott dies I will take his place as pack leader and you will have to fight me too!'' I treated Theo, hoping to scare him off.

It did not scare him as much as I hoped it would.  ''If you survive the transmission.'' Taken back by what he said, I let his words sink in. If I survived, what did he mean by if.  

Liam and Hayden came running in with the sword still in hand. My guess was that he told Scott the new or already known plan while I kept Theo busy. ''If?! So there is a change I might die?'' With pain in his eyes he looked at me. ''Yes.'' The world seemed to spin around me, his words echoing in my head. ''If you've ever loved me, how could you let this happen to me?'' my voice was cracked and it hurt Theo in a way he never imagined it would.

I didn't notice that Scott was standing next to me. ''We know how to stop Theo.'' His words didn't make it to my acknowledgement. Carefully he grabbed my hand to bring me back to heart. ''Uh?'' I briefly looked at him.  ''We know how to stop Theo, go to Stiles.'' I simply nodded and walked over to Stiles who was now sitting on the ground with his head in his hands.

Kneeling besides him I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me with blurry eyes. ''Are you oke?'' I asked him softly, not wanting to shout in case he had a concussion. ''Yeah.'' It sounded more like a sigh than a word.

For the plan to work, Liam tried to sneak up behind Theo. Only Theo was to smart and noticed. He wanted to attack Liam but Scott stopped him. A new fight between them arose, giving Liam time enough to get behind him.

From where I was sitting it looked like Scott was loosing. He got thrown across the room and landed next to Stiles and me.  ''He is too strong, we need to weaken him for this plan to work.'' Scott informed me. Both Scott and I stood up and walked to Theo, neither knowing each others plans.

Somehow it all started with me, so I was the one to end it for once and for all.  I couldn't save my sister, so I made sure I could save my friends. By a couple steps Scott walked in front of me. Just as Theo was about to lace out I extended my claws and jumped in the middle, digging my claws in his stomach.  

With my claws embedded in his stomach he looked at me, blood dripping from the wounds and a small stream from his lips. ''Why?'' He asked in tears. ''You used me, you manipulated me so it's only fair that you die by my hand. Enjoy your life in hell Theo.'' I pulled away my hand and Theo stumbled back clutching his stomach.  

That was Liam's cue to take action. He stabbed the sword into the ground opening up a portal. The floor cracked all the way to where Theo was standing. With one last look he fell. Theo was no longer.

When the portal disappeared I fell to my knees, feeling weak. My body was in pain and couldn't help but cough. In staid of blood or spit I coughed up a silvery substance. ''What is happening to me?'' Tears filling my eyes, I searched for Stiles.

He came rushing to my side. ''No no no.'' was all he said, clearly knowing what was going on. ''Scott you need to save her.'' Ignoring me, he looked pleadingly at his friend. ''It could kill her.'' Hurt was written all over his face. ''She is dying either way!'' Stiles was now shouting and tears were streaming down his face, I was about to die.

You could almost hear Scott think. ''What if she looses her memory again?'' as if that was the least of my problems. ''I will take that risk, and if that is the case then I will be there for her this time. We all will.'' Stiles looked around the room. All knowing that abandon me was the wrong thing to do and that they wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

My mind was running a mile an hour trying to process everything that was going on. The fact that I just killed Theo, that I was dying but there was a way to cure me with the change of dying.

Stiles who was now in tears begging Scott. ''Please Scott, I am not asking you to do this for me, but do this for her.'' Even Scott couldn't fight back the tears any more and gave in. ''Only if she wants it.'' Both boys were looking at me. ''Do it.'' I said hallow, it was a fifty-fifty chance, a gamble I was willing to make.

Nodding he took place next to me on the ground, gently grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. ''It might hurt, a lot.'' Scott warned me. With my other hand I held Stiles'. Scott transformed into his alpha state and bit my arm. I expected it to hurt but it only stung a little. Nothing could have been more painful than what the Dread doctors had done to me.

The bite itself was quick, it was the process that took time. It felt like my body was on fire, similar to my transformation to a Chimera but this time it felt like a warm summers breeze in staid of walking trough a ring of fire.

For a second I felt weak, I felt like all the life was sucked out of me and I may have been dead for a second, but soon after I woke up with glowing yellow eyes.

The end! 

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Preferences: the reason why they cry in front of their girlfriend the first time With Geralt, jaskier, yennefer, stiles stilinski, isaac, Draco malfoy, dean winchester, sam winchester and gale from hunger games

Geralt Of Rivia 

Geralt never cried and you had never seen him cry, but there was a time that you saw him close to tears, he hadn’t been back in a few weeks you assumed there were a good few jobs out there that needed taking care of. Jaskier had gone with him so you weren’t too worried about him but it was only a moment before that changed.

The door to your small cottage burst opened and you looked to find that it was Geralt, he seemed winded which was rare and Roach (who you could see behind him) was tied haphazardly. “Geralt what-?” Geralt pulled you into a hug and you pulled back taking his face in your hands. “Geralt what’s wrong?” 

“A witch showed me something.” He answered and it was then that you caught the glisten in his eyes.

“What did she show you?” You asked.

“You. Dead. She told me that it would be true by sundown.” Your eyes cast out to the window as the sunsets.

“I’m fine.” You answered your thumbs gently running over his cheeks soothingly. “I promise, now there’s one other thing that we need to talk about.” 

“Hmm.” He hummed as he leant forwards his head resting on your shoulder.

“Where did you leave Jaskier?” You asked and you heard him groan as he realised that he would have to travel back to retrieve the bard.

Jaskier

There had never been a time when you hadn't seen a smile on Jaskier’s face so when you opened the door to the downcast Bard you didn’t really know what to do, you let him walk into your house, you waited for him to talk but when he made no attempts to you started a conversation. “What happened? Where’s Geralt?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He answered a single tear slipping down his cheek as his hands covered his mouth before rubbing over his whole face “somewhere having the best time of his life.” 

“Now what makes you say that?” You asked walking over to crouch in front of him where he sat.

“He told me that I’m the source of all his problems.” He answered and you looked at him and frowned.

“He said that?” You asked.

“Not those words.” He answered and you nodded.

“That sounded tame for the witcher that we know.” You muttered before taking his hands in yours. “We know that none of that is true, the witcher manages to get himself into his own trouble, you don’t control his speech or his actions.” 

“Hmm.” He hummed.

“I do fear that you are spending too much time with him, you're starting to sound like him.” You joked and Jaskier smiled “I’m going to start dinner come join me when you are ready.” 

Yennefer

You didn’t know what had started her episode but you woke up to find that she was not in bed, you looked over to see that she was in fact on the balcony facing away from you, you assumed that she knew that you were awake though. You got up and walked over to her, you looked over to see that she was trying to hastily wipe away her tears. “Bad dream?” You asked.

“More like a bad memory.” She answered truthfully and you nodded.

“We all have our fair share of those.” You nodded before looking at her “no need to be ashamed of yours.” 

“Are you not going to ask?” She asked.

“What the memory was?” You asked and she nodded. “You’ll tell me if you want to, I trust that you’ll come to me if you need to. So how about we just go lay down, we don’t have to talk but sometimes it helps when there’s someone there.” 

“You speak like you know.” She said and you nodded.

“Guess you could call it a bad memory.” You answered. 

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles was an emotional person, probably one of the most emotional people that you had met but there were a few things that scared him more than anything, the first was losing his best friend the second was losing his Dad and they were both happening at the same time and you were the only person that he could turn to.

The knock at your bedroom door made you frown, none of your friends had said anything about coming over “Come in!” You called as you turned away from your desk and towards the bedroom door, you were faced with Stiles tears in his eyes, you stood up immediately “What’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t know what happened.” He said as you led him to the bed and sat him down before sitting next to him. “They got my Dad.” 

“Who?” You asked.

“Chimaeras.” He answered.

“He’s… He’s okay though?” You asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t know anything. We were okay, I was going to tell him what happened.” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Stiles launched into a story about what happened to Donovan almost as if he was scared that you would walk away from him. “Scott didn’t listen to you?”

“It’s Theo.” Stiles answered and you nodded.

“Sounds about right.” You muttered. “You want me to come to the hospital with you?” 

“Please.” He said softly, so soft that it broke your heart. You gently wiped the tears from your face and gestured for him to give you a minute to change.

Isaac Lahey

Isaac had a hard life and you knew that but you didn’t realise how hard it actually was until he came to your house bruises around his neck and down his arms. You frowned as you looked at him. “What happened?” You asked. “Who did this to you?” 

“My Dad.” He answered quietly, your eyes widened. You slowly reached out waiting for him to take your hand, when he did you guided him to the bed and sat him down.

“Are these the only ones?” You answered as your eyes moved over the ones that you could see. That was when you saw his body start to shake, you looked up and saw the tears running down his cheeks as he shook his head, his hand moved down to lift his shirt where there were more all in different stages of healing, you almost cried yourself.

“I can’t go back.” He confessed and you stood up wrapping your arms around him.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to make you.” You promised.

Draco Malfoy

You were the only person that Draco trusted enough to talk about this with, but he was scared, it took a while but he realised that everything that his family was doing and what they stood for was not what he wanted but there was no point in voicing that to them. 

You were sitting in the Slytherin common room late one night when he appeared at the door “How do you do it?” He asked.

“What are you talking about.” You muttered as you scribbled down some notes.

“You're nothing like the others in this house.” He answered.

“You mean my attitude towards He Who Shall Not Be Named?” You asked.

“Mmm.” He hummed.

“Not everyone in this house shares the same view as him you know, it just so happens that most purebloods end up in this house.” You muttered.

“What if a pureblood doesn’t believe in it?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t know I’m not a pureblood.” You answered. “As you so often remind me my parents are muggles.” You finally looked up at him and you saw the tears in his eyes. “You're scared.” 

“I’m not-” 

“Then talk to me when you are ready, to be honest.” You cut him off turning away.

“Why would you offer me that after everything that I’ve done?” He asked.

“You seem like you need to talk to someone.” You answered. “Sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger.” 

“Stranger?” He asked.

“Well we’re not friends, just find me when you’re actually ready to talk.” You said as you cleared away your stuff and headed off.

“Anytime?” He asked.

“Yeah sure.” You nodded before you were gone.

Dean Winchester

Now as weird as it sounds Dean cries a lot more than you’d think, due to the job that he had there were things that he sees that leave a lasting scar and there was nothing that you could do to protect him from it.

One night you walked into your shared bedroom in the bunker and was faced with Dean sitting with his head in his hands “Dean? Are you okay?” You asked as you closed the door behind you.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“I just… Every time that we seem to get rid of something or someone, there’s something worse waiting around the corner and it doesn’t seem like we’re really doing anything, people still die or get hurt.” He explained and you nodded.

“True.” You said softly as you took his hands gently rubbing circles on the back of them with your thumb. “But that doesn’t mean that what you are doing is not worth it, you’ve saved far more than you’ve hurt, there will always be something waiting for us and there will always be people in danger and sometimes it feels like none of it is worth it but I promise you what we do matters.” 

Sam Winchester 

Sam much like his brother was not scared to show emotion but he could be more public about it than Dean ever was and the first time that you saw him cry was when he showed up after Dean was sent to Hell.

There was a knock on the door and you walked over and opened it “Sam?” You asked, he looked at you and you could see that he had been crying, that he still was. “What happened?” 

“Dean is dead.” He answered you moved forward in seconds wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into the house.

“What do you need me to do?” You asked.

“Just stay with me.” He pleaded.

“Always.” You nodded.

Gale Hawthorne

Gale came to find you after the Reaping, you’d been expecting that he would need someone to talk to after all you were there too and one of his best friends volunteered for the games.

“She’s going to be okay you know?” You smiled as he sat next to you.

“You don’t know that.” He dismissed wiping the stray tear from his face and you sighed.

“We know that she’s going to be okay. She’s the strongest person that I know besides you.” You said, your hand gently squeezed his before you attempted to stand.

“Wait, where are you going?” He asked and you smiled.

“Someone should probably make sure that her mum and sister are okay.” You suggested and he stood.

“I’ll go with you.” He said.

“If you're sure.” You said as you turned in the direction of Katniss’s house and headed off.

[justwritethatdown]

Ahm. .39 please? Thanks!*

39. “Please come home, I miss you”

First of all thank you so much for sending me this, it was my first prompt ever! I really hope you like it, it came out way longer than I expected 

WARNING: this was written listening to ‘Lover’on shuffle, so read it at your risk

Mostly based on Taylor Swift’s ‘False God’ but honestly it’s inspired by Taylor swift in general 

Words count: 4809

Rating: I’d say a light M, there’s no smut but sex is mentioned and implied many times, also there’s a bit of cursing…

We still worship this love

Beca was on her first (of many, hopefully) Europe tutor. After signing with DJ Khaled two years before, her career in pop music took a leap and she had published two albums already, the first one took her around the US for a sold out tour that set the ground for her second one to be a worldwide success, which lead her to Paris, Nice, Rome, Milan, Berlin, Dublin and currently London. She had still two cities in the UK before moving to Holland, Spain and finally head back home, home where her girlfriend was waiting for her.

Since they got together Beca and Chloe had spent more time apart than in the other’s presence; the two best friends had very recently found the words and the courage to talk about what their feelings for each other really were and Beca had to leave for her tour almost immediately after that.

-

Beca didn’t really think about the consequences when she wrote a painful song about pinning / unrequited love, way too detailed for Chloe or any of their aca-friends to have any doubts on who the person she wrote it for was, and the release of said song as the first single of her newest album lead to their group chat blowing up for a day straight and a sobbing redhead showing up to the front door of Beca’s apartment in the West Village. Beca feared the worst at the sight of her friend that upset about her feelings, but she soon found out that those feelings were the same ones Chloe had bottled up for as long as the brunette did. 

They spent the night together, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies, learning how to please one another, discovering how it felt to be with a woman and how it felt to be with someone they both had spent years fantasizing about. In the morning, when Beca woke up curled up to Chloe’s naked back and realized it wasn’t just another one of her dreams, she felt an happiness she’d never felt before, it was like she’d been asleep for this whole time and she was just now seeing the daylight.

She felt the redhead stretch in her arms and turn to face her with a soft, calm smile “good morning” she whispered before gently kissing her “I love you" answered Beca after their lips parted, which caused Chloe to kiss her again, more firmly. It wasn’t the first time any of them phrased her feelings like that, they shared many ‘I love you’s during the night, but it still sounded new to them and made both of their hearts burst out of happiness. When their kiss came to an end Beca pushed back a little to be able to look at Chloe, the golden morning light illuminating her face and body made the petite girl think she didn’t want to see anything else for the rest of her life. Just Chloe.

The group chat was still blowing up, ignored from the both of them until then. “Oh my God, when are they going to calm down?” groaned Beca and Chloe giggled shifting under the sheets to reach for Beca’s phone on the nightstand before going back to snuggle into the brunette, she made sure to cover every ‘indecent’ part of their bodies before snapping a selfie of them and sending it to the Bellas chat “DUDE!” gasped the brunette grabbing her phone but it was too late, the photo was delivered and their friends were already starting to completely lose their minds about it. “Why did you do this?” she whined staring at her screen filling with celebrative messages and a ‘FUCKING FINALLY! Pun intended 😏😏 ✂️✂️✂️✂️’ by Stacey that made Beca’s mouth fall open and go incredibly dry, while she was blushing in horror and embarrassment. “To answer to all their questions at once” explained Chloe taking the buzzing device from Beca’s hands and abandoning it somewhere on the bed before starting kissing along the brunette’s neck making her inhale sharply “yeah, o-okay but… we better put this away" she observed escaping from the redhead’s arms and putting her phone back on the nightstand “…unless you want to send them a video too" she joked with a fake annoyed voice that made Chloe giggle and move to straddle the brunette “Nope. This is just for us" she purred pushing her back on her back, looking at her with the sweetest sexy expression Beca had ever seen. She’d never wrapped her mind around the fact that Chloe could be so incredibly hot and adorable at the same time, it took her breath away.

“I have to take off next week” sighed Beca sadly; they were still laying on her bed on top of each other, Beca’s right ear near Chloe’s navel while the fingertips of her left hand traced random paths on her abdomen “I know…” huffed Chloe, gently stroking dark locks of hair.  

Suddenly Beca sat up straight startling the other girl a little “we can do this, right?” she asked panicking “hey…” whispered Chloe sitting up and cupping Beca’s cheek “…I’ve waited too long for this to let it go now, we’ll make things work" she assured her “I want to be with you and a couple of weeks apart won’t stop me" she added “it’s almost a month Chlo… with different time zones and-“ Chloe cut her off with a kiss. Beca was always the pessimist between them and the redhead was used to having to convince her things were gonna be alright, but this time she felt like her life depended on that. “Listen to me, do you trust me?” she asked “always” answered Beca without losing a beat “then would you close your eyes and just jump in this with me? I know it’s gonna work, I feel it" she begged her touching her own chest “can you do it for me?” she added swallowing, it was barely whispered, so quietly that Beca wouldn’t have heard it if Chloe wasn’t basically sitting on her lap. The brunette delicately wrapped her fingers around her wrist, gently tugging at it and lacing their fingers together “I would die for you" she assured looking into the watery blue eyes in front of her with such a seriousness that let Chloe knew she really meant that, it made her chest rise and a hint of a smile appeared on her face “please don’t ever do that" she breathed out resting her forehead on Beca’s.

-

“We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work Remember how I said I’d die for you? We were stupid to jump In the ocean separating us Remember how I’d lie to you?”

Things went downhill pretty quickly when Beca left. The two girls were just in the honeymoon phase of their relationship and only the fact of not being able to be all over each other the whole time was enough to drive them crazy. To worsen the situation Chloe had her finals at vet school and Beca had those goddamn paparazzi following her everywhere.

The petite girl was always very closed up and kept her personal life super private, she never thought about officially coming out because it was nobody’s business and she couldn’t see why that mattered. She told her friends she was bisexual a few years ago and was pretty sure her father always knew. None of them made so much of a deal about it, as it should be, but the most obsessed fans were speculating on her sexuality and constantly talking about the fact that choosing George Michael’s ‘Freedom! ’90’ as a debut song was a pretty clear statement and her not mentioning a man in the single nor in the whole album just increased their theory about her being gay. Some of them even guessed the song was about her former college friend and co-captain Chloe Beale, stating that they always had good chemistry during the Bellas’ performances, but they were wondering why she wasn’t on tour with her (like if she had nothing else to do with her life). So yeah, everyone was up in her business and she hated it. They were constantly taking pictures of her making up stories about her and Theo or her and some member of her security team or her and some random people she didn’t even know.

Beca and Chloe were constantly fighting about nothing; their conversations usually started with the right foot, but as soon as one of them said something that wasn’t exactly what the other wanted to hear things escalated quickly.

“are you still or already awake? These time zones are messing with my brain. Anyway I just got to the hotel room after the concert, I really wish you were here with me right now" lamented Beca through the phone “how’s the study going?” “ugh it’s so boring, please come home, I miss you” whined Chloe in response “baby…” sighed Beca heavily “you know I can’t do that, there’s a contract and… and even if there wasn’t one, there’s people who’s been waiting to see me for months, they look forward to this! I can’t let them down like t-“ “you mean you don’t want to” interrupted her Chloe. Beca wasn’t that keen on the idea of having screaming people who worshipped her and would do anything to see her, but she felt the sense of responsibility that came from all of that and she didn’t want to disappoint anyone. After a pause Beca cleared her throat and replied “no… no I don’t want to, that would be rude and unprofessional.” “of course you don’t” stated the redhead “why should you? You’re living your best life, sorry for being so boring that I have to study to be a vet and can’t be your groupie” “excuse me? My what now!? Where did that come from?” exclaimed Beca outraged.  

“And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you You’re the West Village You still do it for me, babe They all warned us about times like this They say the road gets hard and you get lost When you’re led by blind faith Blind faith”

After not getting a response she scoffed “you know what Chloe? I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. Call Amy or Flo… see whoever’s in New York and go get some fresh air because these fucking finals are driving you insane" “yeah sure, blame it on my exams, on the fact that I’m stressed out, say what you want. The truth is that our lives are different, you should just break up with me… I’m just a burden for you, you should be out there enjoying your celebrity life" Beca knew Chloe wasn’t serious about that, that she was just trying to provoke her for some reason, to scare her maybe, and in all honesty she succeeded. Only the thought of not being with Chloe, to lose her, knocked all the air out of Beca’s lungs ‘Chlo, you know you’re everything to me, don’t say things like that please’ was what she wanted to say, but instead what came out of her mouth was “bullshit! Stop throwing your fucking insecurities at me Beale, it’s not my fault if you think that of yourself” and then hung up.

She knew she screwed up, if Chloe was insecure about their relationship her job was to let her know how solid it was, how deep her feelings for her were, not to yell at her like that, but Beca was like a wild animal (a rather small one, like a raccoon or one of those flying squirrels) and as such she tended to bite when bothered. Fighting with Chloe was the absolute worst, no matter who ‘won’ the fight, she always ended up wounded or at least bruised, it pained her to hurt Chloe just as much as it did when Chloe hurt her. She knew it was the situation they were fighting, that they didn’t really mean any of the things they said during their fights, but it hurt all the same.

Aubrey warned them, she flown all the way to New York, sat them down one evening before Beca left and told them it would have been hell, that they would have been frustrated most of the time, that Beca would have hated the tour and Chloe wouldn’t have passed her exams as brilliantly as she could have. But they (Beca actually) fought her about it, explaining to her how what they had was stronger and different and that they would have been okay, that she knew that. Chloe’s heart felt so full seeing her girlfriend, who was so pessimistic about it only a couple of days before, so sure about them; just because Chloe promised her that morning they spent in her bed. And she believed her, she believed her like people believed in God, with no proof, just blind faith.

“I’m not saying that I have doubts about your feelings for each other, I saw this grow before my own eyes, I’d be a fool to doubt that. I’m just saying that this is the worst way to start a relationship. You should wait until the tour is over and you’re both in the same city again" stated the tall blonde standing in front of them in a power pose with her hands on her hips “Aubrey, I feel like I’ve been waiting for my whole life. I can’t wait anymore.” At that confession Beca made looking into Chloe’s eyes Aubrey let her arms fell on her sides with a sigh “okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you"

“But we might just get away with it Religion’s in your lips Even if it’s a false god We’d still worship We might just get away with it The altar is my hips Even if it’s a false god We’d still worship this love We’d still worship this love We’d still worship this love”

The night after the fight Beca was a wreck and her concert wasn’t as good as the others. When Chloe read about it on the online gossip magazines she felt terrible. She hated it when Beca was upset and knowing the reason was her, destroyed her. She wanted to support Beca and celebrate her and be there for her, not bring her down and less than anything she wanted to set her free like she told her the other night. When she knew Beca had arrived in Manchester she sent her a text

Hey babe, give me a call when you’re settled? Promise I won’t pick up another fight. Love you xx (♡C)

Love you too (-> ♡C)

Was all Beca replied, she was tired from the sleepless night and still grumpy from the fight but she appreciated the message and didn’t want to make things worse by ignoring it or replying something stupid. Chloe took her reply as a win, at least the brunette still felt like letting her know she loved her.

Chloe let out an heavy breath running her fingers through red locks, she couldn’t wait to tell Beca how sorry she was and how much she loved her. The sudden buzzing of her phone made her jump and then smile “hey b-“ “I was an idiot” Beca’s voice through the phone interrupted her and she raised her eyebrows in surprise “I don’t know why I always do this” continued the brunette “maybe it’s some sort of self destructive behaviour or maybe the trauma from my parents’ divorce” she scoffed “but anyway… I tend to break the things that I love, but I won’t do that to us. I-I don’t wanna hurt you, like… ever! It’s the most painful thing for me to do. And I don’t want to lose what we have” she stopped to take a breath and Chloe took the opportunity to jump in “Becs that’s… that wasn’t your fault, I’m the one who should apologise for being an idiot and saying stupid things” “Chloe… you and me, that’s my whole world. That’s what I should have told you instead of snapping at you okay? I should have told you that I count the days and the miles that separate me from you and even if this life is crazy and exciting, I don’t want it if I can’t share it with you" “Beca…”  “and I am so proud of you for graduating at vet school baby, don’t ever think I’m not, okay?” she added with a soft voice “Beca I love you so, so much. I don’t… I don’t know what to say y-your speech was…” sobbed the redhead “you don’t have to say anything I just needed to make sure you knew exactly how I feel" “I do. I know how you feel because it’s exactly how I feel Beca, I-I love you more than anything in the world and I just want to make you happy” Chloe wasn’t crying anymore but she still struggled to keep her words even “you do, more than anything” answered Beca with a smile.

They talked for hours until Beca had to leave to get the last things ready before the sound check “have fun baby, I love you" “oh I will, Amy is coming to see me, she asked me three VIP passes and I’m not sure what to expect from her… oh by the way she said she’s streaming the whole thing live on her Instagram… so you can try to watch some of it maybe? Though I know it’s a crazy time for you so if you’d rather sleep is okay, don’t worry" “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” said Chloe before hanging up.

“Hi guys, thank you all for coming! Uhm… I know most of you have the setlist for this and I promise you, I’ll sing all those songs, but tonight I wanted to open with a song for my girlfriend” at that the fans went crazy, some of them screamed so hard that Beca feared for their vocal chords. When the crowd calmed down a rearranged version of ‘The Only Exception’ by Paramore (that Beca had mixed in half an hour before the concert) started playing.  

After the concert Beca found a lot of texts from her friends who had apparently been watching Amy’s live:

BECA THAT WAS ACA-AWESOME OMG SO ROMANTIC!!! 💕💕💕😻 (Legacy)

I love you. You’re worth the risk too baby ♡ call me when you can, I’ll be awake (♡C)

I am proud of you Mitchell! And for the first time, I’m glad I was wrong ;) (Posen)

OMG Beca did you just came out to the world like this!?!? You’re such a rockstar!  (Jesse)

YO GIRL, the concert was amazing, as usual 💥💥💥 (CR)

Someone is whippeddddd 😜😜😜😜 proud of you, babe 💋 (Stace)

Love wins!! 🌈🌈🌈🦄🦄🦄🌈🌈🌈 (Jessica?Ashley??)

Wow Beca, amazing concert! Didn’t expect that first part 😍 (Flo)

Love wins!! 🌈🌈🌈🦄🦄🦄🌈🌈🌈 (Ashley?Jessica??)

Hey I saw the live, it was great!! (Benji)

👏🏼👏🏼 💪 (Lilly)

She only quickly replied to Jesse and Stacey before calling Chloe immediately

Wow dude, I was actually gonna call you tomorrow about that… I mean, I didn’t want to erase our story or anything… that song was a bit extreme… (-> Jesse)

Shut up bitch! (-> Stace)

“Hey baby, you should be sleeping” “how am I supposed to sleep after that!?” asked Chloe, her voice was bubbly and Beca could hear how wide her smile was, it made her smile too. To make Chloe happy was what she was in this World for, she was sure about it “that was the most romantic thing anyone ever did for me! I don’t know what I did to deserve you, honestly” “must have been something bad…” joked the pop star “so you’re not mad, right?” she checked even though the answer was pretty obvious “mad? Beca, the only mad I am is mad for you" “cheesy” laughed Beca “said the girl who just dedicated a love song to me during her own concert” scoffed Chloe “look babe, I gotta go, Amy decided we have to go get drunk to celebrate… in the end the one pass was for her date, he’s not that weird this time by the way, and the third one was for a dude she paid to hold her phone the whole time so she could enjoy the concert, can you believe that?” asked Beca laughing again “…I mean yeah, that’s totes something she would do" replied Chloe giggling “go have fun baby, I love you" “love you too, goodnight”

All cool. I know what we had and I know she’s something else, she always has been. I’m happy for you (Jesse)

🤐 (Stace)

Thank you Jesse (-> Jesse)

-

After that night to her concerts started to appear pride flags and Beca had to admit it felt nice, but what really got to her was one girl in Spain that stopped her on the ‘Ramblas’ while she was visiting Barcelona “hi you’re Beca Mitchell, right? I don’t wanna bother you I just wanted to thank you for what you did in Manchester. I am a lesbian and to know that my favourite female singer has a girlfriend makes me so happy, you have no idea how much this means to me. You have given me the courage to come out to my best friend and to my brother” Her eyes were watery as she spoke and Beca just looked at her speechless “representation matters, and I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart” she concluded and Beca, for the first time in her life, felt the need to hug someone who wasn’t Chloe, maybe it was because the girl must have been thirteen years old or maybe because she was so considerated to respect her space and not asking for a hug or a photo, but she decided that it was almost certainly because of what she said, because she’d never thought about being a role model or someone that made others feel like they belong, that there is nothing wrong with them “uhm, you want a hug?” she asked screwing up her face cause she knew how awkward she sounded “oh ohmygod really?” answered the girl over the moon “c’m here" she said hugging her.

-

Beca couldn’t wait to be back home, before leaving she had given Chloe the keys of her apartment and she knew she would have founded her there waiting for her. What Beca didn’t know was that Chloe had organized a little ‘welcome back’ party with all the Bellas, only Amy, Flo and Stacey could make it but it was still something.

The pop star didn’t see that coming and she had to admit it was a nice surprise to have a small reunion with some of her best friends after being far from home for so long, but despite their presence in her apartment and the scare they gave her screaming “surprise” when she opened the door, the first thing she did was to go hug Chloe, who met her halfway. The two girls hugged for a long time whispering how much they missed each other and how happy they were to be in the same room again. After a while Beca pulled back to look at her girlfriend, still holding her waist while Chloe had her arms wrapped around the brunette’s neck. They were looking at each other with so much love and happiness in their eyes that the room was frozen, their friends were standing there looking at them with proud expressions, and then  there was Amy who was taking pictures of them, the two girls didn’t notice any of it, they were too busy staring at each other’s lips licking or biting their owns, until Chloe made the smallest move towards Beca, knowing that the girl didn’t like pda she was being very careful to any sign that the brunette made to understand if she was okay with kissing in front of their friends, even if she really wanted to. While Chloe was worrying about that Beca crashed their lips together and the two girls shared a passionate kiss that ended only because  the ‘woop’s and wolf whistles coming from Amy and Stacey were starting to piss Beca off.

Only when she was satisfied with how she greeted Chloe, Beca went to say hi to her other ‘guests’. They spent the evening drinking and chatting, but even if they were socializing with their friends Beca and Chloe were never far for too long, they would lean over the other to pour a drink or brushed their hands on the other’s back passing her while moving around the living room or less subtlety going to sit on each other laps every time one of them was chatting on the couch. At dinner time they decided to order Chinese food and eat it sitting in circle on the living room floor like they used to do in Barden (even if Beca’s dining table was more than big enough for all of them). This time Chloe was sitting between Beca’s opened legs and the brunette was leaning towards not to be cut out of the conversation. It wasn’t the best position to eat, but the two girls needed to be as close as possible. After she finished eating Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe and leaned her forehead on the taller girl’s shoulder yawning “girls, I think this is our clue” stated Flo starting to collect the food boxes off the pavement “oh no leave it, I can take care of that" said Chloe starting to move “nonsense” stopped her Stacey helping Flo “I’m not throwing you out guys, I’m just-“ another yawn cut her off “just very tired” she added rubbing her eyes “don’t worry shawshank” said Amy suspiciously gently “we know you can’t wait to have us out of the way” she added with a wink and a way exaggerated bite of her lip that made Chloe laugh “I think I’m gonna take her to bed tonight, but there will be no funny business involved this time" she said still laughing and Beca just hummed, too tired to form words.

As soon as the girls left, Beca and Chloe were laying in bed curled up together. “I’m sorry there’s no funny business… I really want it to be but I am literally dying” apologised Beca snuggling closer to the warm body beside her “hey, it’s totes fine. I’m happy to just be able to hold you right now, I don’t need anything more than this" assured her Chloe before kissing her forehead.

The next morning Beca woke up much earlier than Chloe, due to the jetlag and decided to wake her beautiful girlfriend up by going down on her. Chloe appreciated it so much that they stayed in bed until noon having the best sex Beca ever had. They were about to get up when both of their phones buzzed, it was the group chat. Amy had sent a bunch of photos of them hugging and kissing writing ‘BOOM’ under the last one

Oh come on Amyyyy! Now I have to worry about paparazzi even in my home? WTF ( -> Bellas💕)

Beca was nervous. They had just finished lunch and she decided it was a good time to ask Chloe to move in with her. She tried to dry her sweaty palms on her jeans before hugging her from behind while she was washing the dishes “stop this" she told her placing a soft kiss under her left ear “I’m gonna finish it later, you don’t have to do it all" she added letting the tip of her nose brush on the shell of that same ear “okay" shivered Chloe drying her hands before turning to hug her and kiss her slowly “so, I was thinking…” started Beca biting her lip nervously “I know this might sound crazy but… why don’t you move in with me? You’ve been basically living here already and I know you love this place! Maybe this is soon but… we didn’t really follow the rules since the beginning so… why start now?” “yes" “I mean we’ve lived together already and it only made me fall harder for you if anything, I know all your habits and I learned to live with them and you did the same with mine and-“ “Beca. I said yes” repeated Chloe with a wide smile “yes?” echoed Beca excited “yes” whispered again the redhead.

They were lying on the couch and Beca was staring at one of the pics Amy sent them, the one that captured the moment right before their kiss, it was the quintessence of happiness “can I post this on my Instagram?” she asked turning the screen to let Chloe see it “I would love that" answered the redhead with a wide smile “is this about what that girl told you in Spain?” “Mhm” nodded the brunette “and this would make those stupid paparazzi stories stop” she added and then stopped to think “but it would put YOU on their radar… are you sure? Do you really want to live in this fucking fishbowl with me?” “baby, I want to live with you I don’t care about the paparazzi” she assured her and Beca kissed her before posting the photo with the caption ‘finally back into her arms 😍’.

[shealwaysreads]

A Theville Fic: All Our Strength, and All Our Sweetness

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Neville/Theo | Explicit | 7150 words | Rimming, Soft Dom!Neville, Sub!Theo, Porn with feelings.

In which Neville cooks, Theo is seriously into being manhandled, these two finally get each other naked, and it turns out they're compatible outside of the greenhouse too.

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Neville blinked awake, his brain immediately replaying the rush of activity he and Theo had indulged in before drifting blissfully into the afterglow and then, apparently, falling fast asleep on the couch. The warmth of Theo’s body sprawled across his own was a reassuring weight, pressing Neville into the soft cushions beneath him.

After a moment or two to reorient himself, he nudged Theo awake, watching with delight as he pressed his face into Neville’s chest in protest, grumbling slightly.

“Alright there sleepy?” His own voice was slightly rough after their nap, so he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’m pretty glad we brought this home, don’t reckon that old couch at the greenhouse could have held the two of us.”

That prompted Theo to raise his head from Neville’s chest, a wicked grin on his face. Neville’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of him, his hair messy and sticking up on one side. Bloody gorgeous mere moments after waking up. If Neville wasn’t enjoying the view so much he’d almost hate how effortlessly good he looked.

“That sofa barely fits you sitting down for a cup of tea, Neville. It definitely wouldn’t stand up to anything more demanding than polite chit-chat, certainly not our slightly more...vigourous after-work activities.”

Neville felt himself blushing, ridiculous as it was given what they’d just done together; he was still not quite used to this change of pace between them. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, his stomach rumbled loudly and his cheeks felt hotter than ever as Theo snorted with laughter above him. But he knew he didn’t really need to be embarrassed in front of Theo, and powered through his blush to ask the question he really wanted the answer to.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I don’t know about you, but clearly I’m starving.” He smiled as he remembered their conversation in the tea-room at work that had brought them to this point. “Still fancy the dinner part of the beard-and-sex offering?”

“God, yes, I haven’t eaten anything since noon.” Theo replied. “Did you want to go out?”

Neville thought about that for a moment, as he aimlessly rubbed his thumbs where they rested at the base of Theo’s spine. Going out would require getting dressed properly, and leaving the comfort and privacy of his home.

“I was going to cook tonight actually, if you’re alright with omelette and salad?” Neville said.

“Sounds good to me. There’s a restaurant just opened near me that I think you’d love, it's got an amazing vegetarian menu. But if I’m honest the idea of going out to some place I’d have to keep my hands off you is...deeply unappealing right now.” Theo was grinning as he raised an eyebrow and wriggled slightly where he lay, bringing Neville’s attention right back to the way almost every part of their bodies were currently pressed together under the blanket.

Neville couldn’t resist a temptation like that and leaned up to take Theo’s lips in a kiss, unhurried and languorous, perfect for their relaxed state. Both the wet sounds of their lips and tongues, and the gratified hum that Theo let out served to bank warm embers of arousal and contentment in Neville’s belly. Nothing urgent, none of that frantic energy that they had ridden out on this very sofa just an hour before. But just as exciting to Neville because it belied the underlying potential between them. The potential for something more than a flash-in-the-pan fling.

Neville’s stomach grumbled again, and this time he joined Theo in giggling about it as they broke their kiss. He tapped at Theo’s hip, and jerked his chin at him to move.

“Come on then, you’ll have to let me go if you want dinner - and for my stomach to stop ruining the moment.”

Theo had started to clamber off Neville’s lap, but quirked an eyebrow at Neville’s words before leaning down and dropping a brief kiss to his stomach before actually standing up.

“I’m quite enjoying the moment actually, even with your noisy tum. But on this occasion I’ll let you go free, I’ve heard a lot about your kitchen skills from Luna and I can’t wait to see if they’re true.”

Neville leaned down as he stood from the sofa to grab their shirts from where they had fallen, cast off without thought as they had Apparated in. As much as he felt like preening with the way Theo looked at his naked torso, he wasn't much in the mood to get burned at the stove.

“Alright then; you can get the plates out while I cook.”

…

Theo had even put a single candle on the table between their plates, and as they talked and ate their food, Neville felt a little bubble of happiness build up inside his chest at the romantic gesture. Their first official dinner together might not be happening in a swanky restaurant, but Theo was apparently happy to consider it just as special - even if it was set at the dining table in Neville’s warm, well-loved kitchen.

As Theo finished the last of his salad, Neville sat back in his chair, sipping at his wine and watching the man across the table from him, his mind going a mile a minute with all the things he wanted to do with him. To him.

As if he could feel Neville’s gaze, Theo glanced up and their eyes locked. That banked heat in Neville’s belly flared up at the open want in Theo’s dark eyes.

“So, seeing as Luna’s advice worked well enough to get us to this point, I’m going to indulge in another bout of highly un-Slytherin honesty.” Theo declared.

Neville grinned and nodded his head, encouraging Theo to continue.

“This evening has been unexpected, and delightful.” Theo held out his wine glass for Neville to clink his against in agreement before continuing. “And if you’re happy to let this be the first step and wait for us to have an official date on another night then I’m absolutely on board with that. Maybe I should be embarrassed about being so easy, maybe you want to wait ‘til the third date? But. I’d love it if this night didn’t end right now.”

Once again his straight-forward announcement of his desires made Neville want to climb over the table and kiss the words right off his wine-stained lips. But that should wait until he shared his own bit of truth for the night.

“I’m not much of a one for sticking to dating traditions myself, as you might have guessed from this evening so far. But, it might be worth sharing now that I can be a bit...assertive in bed. So, if you don’t like that, then best tell me now, before I get you upstairs.” Neville knew his own voice had roughened with desire, and he was deeply gratified to see Theo’s eyes light up as he spoke.

“Assertive?” Theo quirked an eyebrow. “I quite like when someone is firm with me, so long as I get to return the favour at some point?”

“I’m definitely up for that. But maybe next time. Tonight I have something particular in mind. If you’re happy to indulge me?”

Theo slowly grinned, his whole face a study in want mingled with mischief as he stood from his chair and moved around the table to stand behind Neville. He draped his arms over Neville’s shoulders and leaned down to whisper hotly in his ear.

“I get the feeling Neville, that indulging you is going to end up with me getting everything I want. I call that a win-win - don’t you? I’m happy to do whatever you like.”

The sensation of Theo’s breath against the sensitive skin behind his ear, the warmth of his body pressed against his back, the words of assent rumbled in that beautiful voice, all culminated in a hot wave of arousal crashing through Neville’s body. His mind was spinning with all of the things he had fantasised doing with Theo, and the delicious realisation that he could live out every single one of them set his nerves alight.

Theo leaned closer still and began dropping kisses along the side of his neck, sucking at his earlobe, and nuzzling at the juncture of his jaw where beard met skin. Neville sighed into the sensation, tilting his head slightly to give him better access. Theo’s fingers toyed with the collar of his t-shirt and Neville reached up to grasp at his wrists, not to stop him, just for the added point of contact. Just for the thrill of realising how easily his own fingers wrapped around Theo’s surprisingly delicate forearms; just for the delicious intake of breath it provoked from the man behind him.

Finally Neville turned his head properly, catching Theo’s lips in a slow, dragging kiss. The taste of wine on Theo’s tongue as it licked into his mouth was richer than any sip he had taken from his own glass that night. Neville wildly imagined getting drunk, just on wine-tinted kisses from Theo.

At that moment Theo drew back, his fingers clenching reflexively in the soft cotton of Neville’s top. His breathing was already heavy, his lips swollen from their kisses.

“What was it, exactly, that you had in mind then?” He asked.

Neville grinned at the question, at the slight tremor of excited anticipation on Theo’s voice, at the way he just knew Theo was going to submit to his wishes so beautifully. He released Theo’s wrists and gently disentangled his fingers from his shirt before standing from his chair and turning to face him.

“I think it might be more fun to show you.” Neville replied.

Sometimes, Neville hated how tall he had grown, how broad he had become with all of the physical work he did every day. Sometimes he felt like he just took up too much space, like he was conspicuous everywhere he went, never able to blend in. But right now, being tall enough to look down into dark eyes filled with want, being big enough to comfortably wrap Theo’s smaller body in his arms, strong enough to lift him and carry him right up to his bedroom, Neville loved every bit of his size.

“If your grand plan involves any more of this delicious manhandling, then consider me fully on board.” Theo laughed. The hardness in his trousers, currently pressed against Neville’s stomach where his legs were wrapped around his waist, was all the additional proof he needed to know exactly how much Theo was enjoying the moment.

Fully equipped with his armful of gorgeous man, Neville started making his way upstairs to his bedroom. Theo curled round him to nuzzle at his neck, running fingers up into his already messy bun, gleefully whispering about how he’d known Neville would be this strong, this bold.

By the time they reached his room, Neville’s blood was hot, his cock was straining against his trousers, and the urge to have Theo naked and under him was making his ears ring.

Theo was clearly of the same mind because with one last sucking kiss to Neville’s neck, sure to leave a mark, he was wriggling out of his arms to stand toe-to-toe with him and scrabbling to undo the button on his jeans. The feeling of Theo’s clever fingers brushing against his erection as he drew down his fly made Neville gasp and hurry to catch up. He stripped his own shirt off immediately, and then was doing his own battle with Theo’s too-tight-for-work jeans. It was a fight to see who could get the other stripped the fastest.

Once he finally had Theo completely naked Neville nudged him back to drop onto the bed, and stood, bare himself, to just look at him. This was the very first time he’d seen every inch of his body, all pale skin and dark freckles, laid out across his bed. A hot wave of possessiveness flew through him, seeing Theo there, the reality far better than any of Neville’s fantasies.

He dragged his gaze from delicately arched feet, to muscled calves and firm thighs, his breath stuttering in his chest as he saw that Theo had reached down to lazily tug at his cock. Ruddy red at the head, rising from a neatly trimmed nest of dark hair, Neville found himself fixated.

“Merlin, look at you Theo.”

A faint blush appeared on Theo’s high cheekbones, but he still smirked in response to Neville’s urgent whisper.

“I seem to remember you saying that earlier too. Not quite sure which bit of me you think needs looking at so intently though.”

Neville trailed his fingertips down Theo’s shins, the faintest of touches all he allowed himself as he greedily took in every aspect of the man lying on his bed.

“Every bit of you Theo. Every single bit of you.”

That had the desired effect. The blush on Theo’s cheeks intensified and travelled down his neck, onto his chest. There was no clever comeback, just the weight of his glittering dark gaze almost tangible against Neville’s skin.

“And I’m not just going to look at you. I’m going to touch every inch of you. Put my mouth on every part of you. I’m going to open you up, make you wet, and fill you up until you’re crying you need to come so bad. And then I’m going to make you beg for it.”

He leaned over Theo on the bed, holding himself up with one hand pressed next to his head, watching the way anticipation, shock, naked lust, flickered across his face; loving the way his words seemed to physically rock through Theo’s body.

“I’m going to mark you up and eat you out, and I’m not going to even touch your pretty cock tonight. I want you wrecked on my tongue and my cock and I want you bound just by the instructions I give you. No toys tonight, no rope, or cuffs. Just you and me, and you doing exactly what I tell you to do.”

Theo was already nodding, but Neville needed more than that.

“Words, Theo, you’re usually good at them. I want words.”

“Yes!” Theo almost gasped out. Neville hadn’t even touched him yet and he was so beautifully responsive. “Yes I want that. I want all of that. Please.”

Neville rewarded his answer with a gentle kiss, contrasting with the heat and urgency of his own driving need, and soothing Theo’s enthusiastic attempts to grab at Neville and drag him down against him. He barely drew back enough to break the kiss before asking.

“Safeword?”

Theo hummed in consideration, before his eyebrows quirked with mischief.

“How about ‘stinksap’? That should snap us out of it.”

Neville let out a bark of startled laughter at that, another reference to his first, most beloved plant. Even in the heat of the moment he couldn’t help but revel in the warmth of Theo’s dry humour, his knowledge of Neville, the way it spoke of his genuine interest and attention.

Another kiss was suitable reward for that, so Neville indulged himself in a deep, luxurious drag of tongue on tongue, the slick sounds of their mouths meeting loud in his ears over their shared breath in the silence of the house. He drew back, smiling to himself at the way Theo craned his neck upward to try and chase his lips.

“‘Stinksap’ works for me.”

He put one knee up on the bed, between Theo’s spread thighs, to steady himself, and moved to kiss down his angular jaw. Soft sighs spilled from Theo’s kiss-bruised lips and he slid his hands to rest on the bed above his head. Neville had to take a breath to steady himself at the sight.

Theo’s arms were stretched above his head, his wrists crossed over each other, his hands open, palms up. It revealed every soft and vulnerable part of his body, his inner wrist, the dark hair and tender skin of his underarms, the delicate skin along his ribs, and the stretched planes of his stomach and hips. Neville’s cock throbbed, heavy between his legs, he could see dark ropes around those wrists in his mind’s eye; his imagination so inflamed by Theo’s seemingly instinctual submission to his words and touches.

Reminding himself of his intentions, Neville continued mouthing at Theo’s neck, alternating sucking kisses with stinging nips that made him twitch and gasp under him. As he moved down to Theo’s chest, running lips and tongue along the sensitive dips and hollows of his clavicle, he realised with delight that Theo’s fair skin was going pink with the rub of his beard. His bite-marks were already red, deepening into purple.

A fierce rush of possessive pride raced through him at the sight, and he dipped his head lower still to leave more marks of lust and adoration in his wake.

By the time he reached Theo’s nipples, a constant stream of moans and curses filled his ears. The sensitivity of Theo’s skin was astonishing and Neville couldn’t wait to see the games he could play with him. A teasing lick, a sharp bite, and Theo’s cock spat precome onto his belly.

“Fuck...Nev…” Theo’s voice trailed off into a sigh and his eyes fell shut as Neville wrapped his mouth firmly around his nipple and laved the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue.

But Theo still didn’t move his hands from their resting place above his head. Neville felt like shouting out of the window to his whole neighbourhood about how bloody perfectly matched they were in bed. But he restrained himself. Barely.

He kissed, and nibbled, and nuzzled his way down Theo’s belly, licking along the ridges of his ribs, sucking at the thin skin over his hip bones, studiously avoiding any contact with his straining erection. Tempting as it was, pink and ruddy, with pearly precome beading at the slit.

Instead he dragged himself away from Theo’s soft skin and moved back. As he stood up from the bed to separate their bodies he reached down to tweak one of Theo’s pert nipples, loving the way it made his cock twitch against his belly, his own aching in sympathy. Neville reached for his wand and gripped it tight, trying to focus.

“Theo, I’m going to clean you now, alright?”

Theo’s dark eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes at the question. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, and his mouth was still parted on a gasp. He nodded, dumbly, and Neville was content to take that as a yes.

He cast an intimate cleansing charm, one of the gentlest he knew, and watched for Theo’s reaction. It wasn’t the usual charm men used together. This was something entirely more thorough, and usually used only for the specific act he intended to enjoy tonight. Just as he expected, Theo’s eyes widened and his eyebrows rose. But he didn’t say a word, didn’t give any indication of discomfort, just surprise, and a visible throb of his cock.

Looking down at him, stretched out and exposed to his gaze, Neville finally gave in and tugged at his own achingly hard length, toying with the head. A moment’s relief for himself before he ravaged Theo seemed fair to him. He watched as Theo’s eyes fell to where his hand worked, the way Theos’ mouth dropped open, the way he licked his lips. Neville felt his erection swell even more, his spine straightened, the rush of power he felt at having Theo laid out like this, having Theo wanting like this sinking into his bones.

“Turn over.” He growled. “Onto your knees, now.”

Still wide eyed, Theo scrambled to comply, his usually graceful limbs uncoordinated and clumsy in his aroused state. When his movements weren’t quite quick enough for Neville, he leaned down and grabbed Theo’s slim hips, bodily flipping him over onto his front, trailing his fingertips down his thighs as he let go and stepped back to watch again.

“Come on, Theo. Be a good boy for me, up on your knees.”

Neville fondled his balls while he watched, glorying in the stretch and flex of muscles as Theo adjusted himself. He had just gotten himself onto all fours when Neville moved forward to grip him by the back of the neck, gently but inexorably pushing his upper body down towards the bed.

“No need to try and hold yourself up on your hands like that, you’ll only fall on your face when I get my mouth on you. Just you lay down like that, face down, arse up.” The arch this new position curved Theo’s back into was a work of art. “Fucking beautiful, Theo, you look so pretty like this.

Neville stood back once more, enough to fully take in the picture he had created. Theo’s body perfectly posed, presenting himself to Neville with absolute relaxation in every line of his body, even if his neck was pink with the feeling of exposure.

The fact that Theo - strong, clever, gorgeous Theo - was willingly, happily, submitting to him like this, made Neville’s blood burn with arousal. It made his head spin and his heart feel too big for his chest.

Neville had played with submissive partners before, but usually it was something casual. This was a whole new experience for him.

Theo had known him since they were both eleven, even if from a distance, and now he knew him as well as anyone. And here he was, trusting Neville to be in control, to take the reins completely. He was ready to do exactly what Neville told him to do, anything Neville told him. Theo had handed over his body and his pleasure completely. Neville couldn’t think of anything that could compare to the rush.

“Perfect. You look perfect. Being so good for me.”

Theo’s only response was to arch his spine impossibly further.

Neville reached out, incapable of holding back a single moment longer, and trailed his fingertips along the curve of one round arse cheek. Goosebumps broke out on the pale skin under his hand and he relished the quiet moment before breaking it with a sharp slap across first one cheek, and then the other. He eyed Theo, checking his reaction, but his only response to the impromptu spanking was a muffled moan where his face was pressed into the bedding, and an obvious lean back towards Neville. Eager for more.

Already, his handprints were blossoming into pink outlines on Theo’s fair skin, and Neville greedily enjoyed the view as he quietly dropped to his knees beside the bed. Theo still had his face pressed into the duvet, so he wouldn’t have seen his change in position. Neville leaned forward, his face level with Theo’s arse, and licked along the red outline of his own palm print. Theo startled, jerking his body forward in surprise.

“Nev-?”

“Stay still, Theo, I want you to be good for me. If you’re good, I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name.” Neville murmured against his arse-cheek, playing dot-to-dot with his tongue on the freckles that he found there.

“I can be good- I’ll be good for you…” Theo trailed off on a shuddering gasp as Neville took each of his cheeks in his broad palms and pulled them apart, fully exposing his hole to his gaze for the first time.

Neville paused, astonished, because Theo’s hole, his whole cleft, was completely hairless. Smooth pale skin, dusky pink furl, a tiny freckle at the top of his perineum, and not a single hair. Neville had never had a partner that had removed their hair there, and he wasn’t going to break the moment by quizzing Theo. But he could feel a new kink roaring to life as he took in this new fact about his lover. It was so deliciously sexy, so deliberate and planned, so unexpected. Would it make Theo more sensitive there?

Neville couldn’t wait a moment longer. He leaned forward and breathed hotly against Theo’s hole, watching as the muscle reflexively clenched against the sensation, and then he put his mouth to that smooth skin and licked. The mewl that first touch of tongue drew from Theo had Neville grabbing his own cock with one hand, having to jerk roughly to ride the rush of arousal it lit within him.

He began to eat Theo out in earnest, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against his hole, kitten-licks around his rim, dragging slides of the flat of his tongue from Theo’s balls to the top of his cleft, jabs with the tip of his tongue at the centre of that slowly loosening furl.

On the bed, Theo seemed lost in the sensation, moans and curses spilling freely from his lips as he pushed his hips insistently back for more. He reached a hand down to his cock, hanging hard and neglected between his legs. Neville saw the movement and immediately stopped, drew back, and delivered a stinging slap to Theo’s right arse cheek before his fingers could even reach his own length.

“Hands back on the bed, now, or I’ll stop everything I’m doing and leave your cock aching for the rest of the night.” Neville’s voice was throaty with arousal.

Theo’s answering moan and immediate compliance made the fire in Neville’s belly roar. Theo was assertive, confident, and the more Neville got to know him, the stronger he realised he was. It made his submission to Neville’s words, to his hands, his tongue, all the sweeter.

Satisfaction curled in his smile as he lowered his head again to lap at Theo’s twitching hole, now loose enough that he could dip his tongue inside, thrusting in imitation of things to come. He drew back for a moment to admire his handiwork, the pink whorl now fluttering, relaxed, shiny with his saliva. And that pale, hairless skin was now going a blotchy pink, the friction from his beard marking Theo’s arse as surely as his slaps had.

Neville once again grabbed both of Theo’s cheeks and pulled them apart, fully exposing him, before spitting roughly at his hole. A shiver of hot arousal ran up his spine as his saliva trickled down Theo’s cleft and into the tiny gape that Neville’s tongue had teased his hole into.

Before he had consciously decided to do it, Neville was running one broad finger down the shiny wet path of his spit, slicking his digit, before pressing it into Theo’s hole. He licked around the pink rim stretched around his finger, as he gently probed further and further in, until he had reached his the base of his finger and could push no deeper. Slowly, he curled his finger downwards, until he felt that secret nub inside of Theo, and then he began a firm massage around and across it.

Theo was now gasping around hiccoughs and sobs, writhing where he knelt, clearly fighting the desire to rock back onto Neville’s hand and mouth.

“Ah! Fuck...Neville...more - please-!”

Neville’s only response was a humming agreement against Theo’s rim, he could feel the vibrations inside of Theo against his finger - Merlin knew what it felt like to Theo himself. If the shuddering cry he let out was anything to go by, pretty fucking good.

Neville reached for his wand again, discarded on the floor at his knees, and summoned the lube he kept in his bathroom especially for moments like this. Perfectly edible and completely tasteless, offering no distraction from the flavour of his lover, but with a perfect slickness that lasted for hours.

Reluctantly, he drew his finger out of the clenching heat of Theo’s hole, immediately replacing it with his hungry tongue as he dipped three of his fingers into the jar of lube. When he returned his hand to Theo’s arse, he trailed his wet fingers up and down his cleft, teasing, before pushing two fingers back in with no warning. Again, he was knuckle deep and still Theo was relaxed, opening up around him so perfectly.

On the next lazy thrust in with his fingers, Neville teased a third at Theo’s stretched pink rim, his own breath catching in his throat when it prompted a moan and push back against his hand from Theo. Reassured that he was ready for it, Neville started the slow slide of three fingers, marvelling at the way Theo could now effortlessly stretch his tiny hole around his own broad fingers.

Usually just two of his fingers, sometimes even one, was enough to prep his partners. Watching the way Theo’s hole easily accepted three, the way his butter-soft pink rim clung at the knuckles of his fingers as he thrust them in and out, faster and faster, the way Theo’s thighs began to tremble as Neville’s fingertips dragged repeatedly over his swollen prostate, Neville couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to fit even more fingers inside of Theo.

He’d never fisted anyone before; but just thinking about how it would look to have his big hands stretching out that little pink hole to that extreme, how it would feel to have his whole hand inside Theo, made Neville want to try. Not tonight. Not yet. But maybe soon, after properly discussing it with Theo. For now he contented himself with folding his fingers in together to allow just the tip of his pinky to add to the stretch, his own hips thrusting reflexively in response to the way Theo shuddered at the sensation.

Neville eyed Theo’s cock, still achingly hard, bobbing between his legs with every jolt the thrusts of Neville’s fingers rocked through him. A steady drip of clear precome drooled from his slit, the constant stimulation of his prostate milking him, making him so wet that a damp patch was spreading across Neville’s bed covers.

Neville was tempted to keep playing with him, make him come just on his fingers, but this first time he wanted something even better than that. He nuzzled at the tender skin of Theo’s thighs, sucking a dark love bite into the flesh there, loving the way Theo’s cock visibly throbbed in response.Theo’s legs were shaking in earnest now, quaking under the onslaught of pleasure,

“You’ve been so good for me, Theo. Taking everything I’ve given you so beautifully.” A final lick at that shiny pink rim. “Think you’re ready for my cock?”

A groan was his only answer from Theo. So Neville pressed down roughly with his fingers against his prostate, shocking a yelp out of him.

“Not good enough. I told you if you were good I’d let you come. Now answer the question. Are you ready for my cock?” Neville asked.

“Yes-fuck!” Theo had raised his head enough to make himself heard. “Please, Neville I’m so fucking ready. Please give me your cock, fill me up, fuck me- please!”

And there was the begging Neville had been waiting for. A dark and carnal jubilation rushed through his body at the sound of it, of Theo’s voice cracking around the words. Moments like this were exactly what made Neville yearn to dominate his lovers, the roaring in his ears, the flood of adrenaline through his system, every sensation heightened, the feeling of complete command over himself and his partner. It was intoxicating.

“That’s what I wanted, Theo. All you had to do was say yes, darling.”

For a moment he considered taking Theo like this, from behind, admiring the way his toned back flexed as he thrust into him. But only for a moment. This first time, Neville wanted to see Theo’s face, to kiss his plush mouth, as he fucked him.

Decision made, he stood and grabbed Theo’s hips, manhandling him over onto his back and pushing him further up the bed. Theo’s legs splayed open carelessly, tremors still shaking through them every few moments. His cock lay on his belly, flushed an angry red, his balls pulled tight to his body, his chest heaving, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. And his face. Fuck. As Neville knelt on the bed between his spread thighs he couldn’t look away from Theo’s face. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth red and chapped from where he had been biting it, his eyes were glazed with arousal and his eyelashes were wet with tears. He’d fucking cried with pleasure.

Neville nudged Theo’s thighs further apart, and leaned forward, taking his own aching cock in hand and rubbing the head from the base of Theo’s balls down through the slick of spit and lube in his cleft. Again and again he teased his hardness across Theo’s hole, feeling the way it clenched and released, desperate to be filled.

He kept his eyes on Theo’s face, watching the play of emotions in his eyes as on his next downward slide he pressed forward. He didn’t even need to add extra lube, Theo’s hole so slick and stretched from his tongue and fingers that the first breach was easy. As he slowly but inexorably pushed deeper, Theo’s dark eyes widened with the stretch, his mouth dropped into a silent gasp.

Neville’s fingers hadn’t reached this far, and as he forced his cock further still as he felt Theo’s thighs start shaking again his eyes flickered to the movement of Theo’s fingers tightening in the sheets as finally, finally, Neville bottomed out.

“Fuck.” He growled, breathing deeply through the overwhelming rush of hot-wet-tight pleasure that rocketed up his spine.

His cock throbbed within Theo, every rippling contraction of his inner walls a test of Neville’s patience and stamina. Taking a firm grip of Theo’s hips, he gave a couple of experimental thrusts, testing the slick, testing his own boundaries. His eyes roved hungrily over the sight before him; Theo’s pale skin flushed and marked with beard-burn and love bites, his cock drooling on his belly. He was wrecked already, and Neville wasn’t finished with him yet.

Satisfied that Theo was sufficiently warmed up, Neville planted his knees firmly and canted Theo’s hips with a grip he maintained with all his strength. He grinned to himself, knowing he had the perfect angle, before he began to piston his hips into the yielding flesh beneath him. A constant stream of moans and cries were falling from Theo’s plush mouth, his hair was a sweaty mess, his cock jumped against his belly with every pounding thrust, and he was taking all of it.

Neville wasn’t close enough. Seeing the way Theo’s stretched out hole clung to his cock on every out-stroke wasn’t enough. Neville wanted to see the way his pupils expanded and contracted. He wanted to breath in his whimpering sighs, he wanted to taste the salt on his skin.

Neville slowed his thrusts, let go of Theo’s hips, and leaned down to stretch his body over him. Still buried deep, he ground his hips, licking at the sweat pooling in the hollow of Theo’s throat before nudging their noses together gently. Theo’s answering hum, and his tilted chin, mouth parted for a kiss, brought a smile to Neville’s face, the sweetness unexpected in the heat of the moment. He dipped down and caught Theo’s lips in a gentle kiss.

Another slow grind of his hips broke the contact of their mouths as Theo mewled beneath him, and Neville once more focused on wrecking him. Leaning heavily on one elbow to prop himself up, he brought his right hand up to stroke Theo’s finely cut jaw. Then he let his fingers slide down to gently encircle his pale throat. He caught Theo’s eye and felt his Adam’s apple bob beneath his palm as he swallowed heavily.

A slow nod.

The coil of swirling arousal in his belly wound tighter at the permission. A rumbling groan filled his chest at the implicit trust, the submission, the blinding rush of control. Neville slowly gripped tighter around Theo’s throat, careful to focus the pressure on his carotid arteries, feeling his pulse flutter, then pound against his fingertips.

As he incrementally starved Theo of breath, Neville picked up the pace of his thrusts. In moments, his slow grind had escalated into wildly ferocious pounding. Sweat was dripping down his temples, slicking up every point of contact between their bodies, his hair had fallen completely out of its bun, now falling around their faces. Theo’s usually pale face was a bright red, his mouth open, his eyes glassy with the sheen of tears.

Relaxing his grip on his throat momentarily, Neville leaned in to steal another slick kiss, the sound of their tongues sliding against each other as obscene as the slap of his balls against Theo’s arse. The rush of blood in his ears was a constant roar now; his own balls ached with readiness, electric shocks of peak arousal shot across every nerve in his body.

Once again, he tightened his fingers, and with his dwindling supply of air, Theo was chanting ‘yes-yes-yes-yes-yes’. Neville nodded dumbly in response, all of his energy spent on fucking recklessly into this perfect man. He tilted his own hips, chasing the angle that would tip Theo over the edge, and knew he’d found it when those tears spilled over high cheekbones.

Theo’s whole body locked up, every muscle in his body clenched tight, his eyes rolled back, and then as suddenly as he had fallen silent and still, he was exploding like a firework beneath Neville. A ragged shout tore out of him as his cock, still untouched, twitched and jerked wildly between them as it pumped out spurt after spurt of come. His channel clenched and fluttered wildly around Neville’s cock, bringing him as close to the edge as he could bear.

He didn’t wait politely for Theo to ride out the aftershocks. Instead he only intensified his thrusts, reaming him mercilessly as he chased his own orgasm. Theo was still shaking and jerking under him, but managed to wrap his trembling legs around Neville’s hips, his head still thrown back in agonised ecstasy.

Finally, Neville couldn’t hold back any more. Every sense was being assaulted. The smell of sweat and come was heavy in his nostrils, the salt of Theo’s sweat sharp on his tongue, the filthy slide and slap of his cock plunging in and out of Theo’s hole, the sight of Theo beneath him. With a rough shout he let go. That swirling mass of arousal rushed through every cell in his body, flying from his core to the root of his cock and detonating.

His orgasm hit him like a train, obliterating all thought and leaving him a frantically rutting shell, chasing every last iota of pleasure as he shot endlessly inside of Theo. Neville slumped, spent, over him, his hips still twitching, his still-hard cock sliding through the mess of spit and lube and come as they began to drip out of Theo’s hole.

Theo’s whole body still trembled every few moments with aftershocks, but nonetheless he wrapped his strong arms around Neville’s shoulders, one hand reaching into his sweaty hair. Fucked to within an inch of his life, and now cradling Neville in his post-orgasmic haze.

“Fuck Theo…” Neville’s voice was muffled into Theo’s chest. “That was...fuck…”

“Mmmm. I’m with you on that one.” Theo replied.

With what dregs of energy he had left, Neville eased his cock out of Theo, kissing gently at his neck when he hissed with discomfort. He wriggled over so he wasn’t resting his whole body weight on Theo, but still slung his arm across his chest, and tangled their legs together.

He lay there for a moment as his panting breath slowed down, and his pulse returned to normal. As soon as he felt like words were going to be possible he raised his head to cast his eyes over Theo, checking his throat for bruises, seeing if his eyes had refocused. He stroked his thumb back and forth across his sternum, a soothing rhythm.

“Everything feel okay?” He asked.

“Yeah...everything’s feeling pretty blissful if I’m honest.” Theo turned his head to look at Neville, a wry smile on his face. “I wouldn’t mind getting rid of some of this mess, though I’m not sure my legs would hold me right now.”

Neville grinned, a flicker of heat in his stomach at the sight of Theo’s come flecked belly, the embers of his attraction still burning quietly. The way Theo was so comfortable to resume their normal conversation, power-play enjoyed and passed, made something settle in his chest.

“Your wish - my command, and all that.” He replied.

He dropped a kiss to the freckled shoulder his head rested against before heaving himself up off the bed and slipping into his small ensuite.

As quickly as he could, he ran a washcloth under warm water and returned to the bed, leaning down to gently wipe across Theo’s torso, gentler still his softened cock, below his balls, between his cheeks. Once he was sure he’d cleaned up all of the mess that had made together, he threw the cloth into his washbasket.

“I could get used to this kind of pampering,” Theo teased, even with the blush standing on the apples of his cheeks.

“Oh I’m not done yet.” Neville replied as he turned back the duvet.

Theo turned and crawled up the bed, totally unselfconscious in his nude state, even after the moment had cooled into this comfortable back and forth. He settled back into plump pillows with a sigh, his dark hair looking wild against the simple white cotton.

“Thirsty?” Neville went to the jug of water on his bedside table, kept cool and fresh under a stasis charm. At Theo’s nod he filled a small glass and handed it to him, watching as he drank it down, another little check to be sure he hadn’t been too rough on his throat. When he handed it back, empty, Neville refilled it and drank his own glassful, refreshing his parched mouth.

Essential aftercare completed, Neville climbed into his bed beside Theo, curling around him.

“You comfy? Need anything else?” He asked.

Theo inched closer, tangling their legs together and wrapping his arms around Neville’s shoulders, bringing their heads close together on one pillow. Neville tilted his head up for a gentle kiss, delicate as a feather, Theo directing each clinging brush of lips. He sighed into the sweetness.

“I think I’ve got everything I need Neville.” Theo murmured against his lips.

The warm intimacy of naked skin pressed together was something he’d missed in the recent years he’d been single. It being Theo’s body next to him in bed was enough to make Neville feel simultaneously like he could float off the bed, and like he was so securely settled that he could plant roots.

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[austarus]

HR Wells x Reader Waking Up Papa Bear

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @stellar-raven .

Scrunching your face, you squeeze your already shut eyes even tighter as the sunlight rouses you from peaceful slumber, your dream world escapes you. You rub your face with a hand and regain a sense of gradual wakefulness, eyes adjusting to your shared room. A little noise escapes your throat, the ray of sunshine hits you as the slight glimmers of light filter through the cream colored blinds of your bedroom windows. You shift your arms under the pillow as you lay on your back, your pajama shirt rides up slightly as you squirm slightly.

Turning your head as you settle the palms of your hand on top of your stomach, folding them there, your eyes scan over HR's exhaustively asleep figure. His dark hair's ruffled from sleep, snoring lightly as his broad back faces you. Breathing quietly to yourself, your eyes soften up before you maneuver you head to your beside counter, where you phone lies along with the baby monitor. As you pick up your phone you note the time. 9:30... I don't want to get up though... You think, snuggling back under the warmth of the covers. Closing your eyes once more to fall back asleep, your ears perk up at a noise, which has your senses on wide alert.

A small gurgle followed by a fussy noise is emitted from the baby monitor to your baby's room. You're wide awake, eyes snapping open as your motherly instinct kicks in, blood pumping loudly in your ears and worry filling your heart. Theo? You gingerly push the covers off you, pulling them around HR so he can remain asleep. You cringe, body aching from moving all of a sudden from the bed. Grabbing one of your jackets that lay on the chair that has become a clothes rack for you, you put it on and pad hurriedly to Theo's room. You step closer to the baby cradle in the midst of the pastel-green colored room with multiple baby toys arranged neatly. The changing bed next to the baby drawer full of clothes and diapers as the hanging animal mobile shook slightly with every movement.

"Hey, baby," you coo to the young child, one hand on the white wooden cradle while the other reached out to Theo. The 1 year-old and a half extended a tiny limb to grasp your finger in his hand. Baby blue eyes wide with curiosity. You smile gently as the baby moves your finger around.

"Mommy's here," you coo and shift closer to gingerly carry the fragile baby. "Mommy loves you so much." You place a kiss on Theo's forehead, bouncing him slightly to elicit a giggle and wide smile. That same sunshine-y smile as HR. Goodness, you know you’ll never tire of either of them. You dread the day your baby boy grows up and goes off to kindergarten.

Theodore... my baby, you turn your head to look out the door, across Theo's room was yours. You stroll out with your baby in your arms, one hand resting on his back so he doesn't fall back, and meander into your room. Your eyes glance over HR, who now resides on his back with a pillow clutched to his chest in one arm, before falling back to Theo. Our baby...

To this day, the thought of Theo coming into the world and being here with you and HR... A bundle of joy, the product of your love with the Earth-19 novelist... It still tugs at your heart, melting, so much that tears prick at you eyes out of happiness.  You quickly wipe them away with the back of your palm. I love them so much. You hadn’t thought that this, love so strong yet willing, would ever be in your story. You didn’t think anyone would ever want you, but... then HR came to Earth 1...

You kiss the top of Theodore's head once more, a soft smile on your face as you step out of you room, phone in your back pocket. "How about we get you changed out of your pj's and get something to eat while daddy sleeps?" You talk to the baby in a low, but soft voice as you comb his floofy hair to the side. Baby blue eyes just watch you with big and innocent eyes, tiny hands gripping onto your shirt.

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You head out to the kitchen with Theo, who keeps gurgling incomprehensible noises, in fresh clothes for the day with your pajamas in the basket, ready for a wash. You wiped his little butt and changed his diaper along with dabbing on some lightly-scented lotion. Caitlin was proud of Theo’s developing verbal skills, well in this case all the gibberish noises he makes, as well as his motor functions. He should be able to crawl soon, Caity said so and she’s a good doctor so...

"Aahh fffft maa," your baby fiddles with his own fingers as you seat him in his reclined chair, the bottled milk of baby formula and some napkins (in case some milk splutters out of his mouth) on the table beside you. Because last time you set anything infront of Theo, like the fruity yogurt cup you had for breakfast, he would make a mess out of it. "Maa," he squirms in his seat, arms out stretched to you.

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After feeding Theo, you clean the baby up because he managed to still somehow get messy. "Silly baby," you chuckle with a soft smile on your face, wiping his chin with the soft wipes. Theo gives you a toothless grin, automatically melting your heart. This baby is too precious... I blame HR.

"Up we go," you stand up slowly, cradling him close to your chest with one hand secured at his back. He busies himself with your gold-chained necklace, adorning a golden star. It was the one that HR had gotten you for your first anniversary together. Looking to the clock, you furrow your eyebrows at the current time. 11:22? Already? Time really does fly.

"Looks like we should wake up papa bear," you whisper to Theo, rubbing your nose against his smaller one, a happy noise to fall from his mouth. "Right, Teddy?"

"Ahh daaa mm," Theodore murmurs, before patting your collarbone in what you can only assume agreement with your words. 

"I'll take that as a yes, my little cutie pie"

You gently padded through the small apartment with socked feet, reaching your room to find your lean husband still slumbering with pleasant dreams. The covers were thrown off to the side haphazardly, only covering a part of his midsection as light snores escape him. Literally an angel, I almost feel bad for doing this. You held in a giggle, creeping closer until reaching the bed an idea sparking in your mind as Teddy held onto you tight. 

“Daaa,” he made a little noise as you set him down on HR’s chest stomach first. Of course, HR doesn’t really register the baby weight on him because he’s asleep and well... he’s all buff too. But that rant and power-point on HR’s godly designed body is a discussion for another day.

You gave your baby boy a gentle forehead kiss once he was situated. Teddy looked up at you before gingerly maneuvering his head to look at his dad, uttering “Daa” then looking around a bit more. 

You pulled out your phone and decided to make a little video out of this entire exchange. “Go on, honey bun,” you whisper, getting on your knees and resting your elbows on the mattress to HR’s side with the camera trained on your boys. “Wake daddy up, Teddy.” Your baby only looked up at you before looking down with a little frown and pouty lips, noises falling out of Theodore’s mouth as he squirms. 

“Daa, daaa, daaa,” you giggled when he started doing that little cute shriek, patting your husband’s sturdy chest. A groan erupted from HR’s throat as Theo continued his assault, the older man languidly returning to reality and registering the tiny child on top of him and the sound of your giggling. Scrunching his nose, HR blinks awake and rubbing his face with a strong hand from any remnant of sleep. The awakening novelist moved his body slightly, hands resting on the child laid on him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you whisper, saving the video and tucking your phone away to lean closer, giving HR’s stubbly cheek a kiss. Baby Theo had stopped when he felt HR move a bit, gripping tightly to HR’s shirt.

“I’ve been kissed by an angel, and it looks like another has made his place on my chest. I must be blessed today.”

I’m the one that’s blessed... you jumped over to E1 and made your way into my heart... “Is that so?” You quirk an eyebrow at him when his baby blue gaze meets yours. A deep chuckle resonates in the room from HR. Teddy watched you as he leaned for an actual kiss from you, which you sweetly gave him.

“Apfftt maa.” Pulling away, your head snapped to Theo, getting your full attention.

“Teddy, what did we say about spitting like that?” You lightly scold the baby, obviously not meaning any harm as you pull out a napkin and gingerly wipe his mouth. He only kicked his feet while HR moved to sit up, holding your baby tightly as he adjusts himself. The tall man places a his on Theodore’s forehead, playing with his silky dark hair that mirrors his own.

Teddy just rests his head against HR’s shoulder, playing with his shirt. “Da!” HR pats the spot beside him for you to sit. Doing so, you take your spot beside him and pass him the glass of water that HR keeps on his bedside table in case he gets thirsty at night or early morning if he was to go on a run. Your Earth-19 novelist takes a swift drink before handing it back to you. After setting the glass cup down you rest your head against his chest, closing your eyes and relishing in this quiet moment with HR curling his arm around you. Listening to his strong heartbeat always eased your worries, but you couldn’t help but think that maybe blessed things do come to those who do good and wait.