#muse[theo]

[bericas]

sceo weekend 2024 (day 3) → on the road

it might not be long, but baby, I'll love you 'til the day that I die.

[finalgirlgretchen]

[fheythfully]

11.21.24 The heir to House Grace inherited all the features of her late father. It is said that Theodora Grace never gazes upon her for fear of heartbreak.

[maxacre13]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY RIZZMAS FROM THEO!!!

This is for @artfight’s Arctic Fight Prompt 5: Ugly Sweater!

[toomuchracket]

chilly mornings (dad politician!matty x reader fluff)

this was meant to be a christmas fic lol have it anyway. happy politician babies fic debut! enjoy <3

the bedroom is cold, but the lips against your neck that wake you up are warm. so are your husband's arms, wrapped tightly around you; so is his breath, you find out, when he whispers softly in your ear. “good morning, darling.”

you hum, leisurely rolling your head back onto matty’s shoulder and stretching in his grasp. as you do, you feel him hard against your ass, and you can't stop the giddy, sleepy giggle that leaves your lips. “hi, my love,” you coo, moving your hips and savouring his little groan. “did you have a nice dream?”

“very,” one of his hands moves, gently rubbing your asscheek. “dreamt i was fucking you here again,” he smiles into your skin when you whine, hips moving again. “was thinking about the first time we did it.”

“in my dorm?”

“yeah. now that was the perfect way to start spring break,” matty's smile is audible. “and you were perfect, too. well, you always are, but there's regular perfect and then there's-”

“letting you put it in my ass?”

he laughs, your favourite sound in the world. “and letting me cum in it. best feeling in the world, you know,” when you let out another little whimper at the memories of that very feeling, matty softly kisses your cheek up to your ear. “do you want me to do that to you now, sweet girl? to fill you up like that?”

“yes,” you whine, body impossibly hot both inside and out. “please, i want-”

noise outside the bedroom door shuts you up. matty retracts his face from your neck to peer over at it, sitting up slightly when it creaks open a crack; you follow his movement when it continues to open slowly, confused as to why you're being interrupted so early on a sunday morning, which is widely accepted throughout DC and the world as matty's weekly time off.

and then your three-year-old peeks round the door.

well, one of them - theo, your sweet boy, barefoot in the little christmas pyjamas he's insistent on wearing to bed, despite the fact that it's now january. “mama?”

“hi, baby,” you wave at him, still slightly too groggy to move. “why are you up so early? are you alright?”

he nods. “yeah. but cold. kitty, too.”

at that, his twin sister makes her appearance, also in christmas pyjamas, curls escaping her bedtime braids and eyes heavy with sleep. as is her wont, katherine is half-hiding behind her brother, one little hand clutching his and the other preoccupied with carrying a plush rabbit toy around; still, she beams when you call out a hello to her, nudging theo forward into the room and waddling in after him. 

“good morning, my babies,” with more effort than he'd probably like to admit, matty pulls himself up and out of bed, muffling a yawn behind his hand as he pads towards the twins. little giggles fill the room as he scoops one up in each arm and kisses all over their sweet faces and curly heads, kicking the door shut (you make a mental note to find out how two toddlers managed to get out of their own bedrooms and open it unassisted) before wandering back over to you and the bed. “i'm gonna second mummy's question-”

theo frowns. “what does that mean?”

“it means i'm gonna ask the same thing she did, munchkin,” matty smiles down at his boy. “why are you and your sister awake now?” his face drops into something more serious, head turning so quickly to look at kitty that you worry he'll get whiplash. “are you having bad dreams again, sweetheart, is that it?”

“nuh-uh,” kitty shakes her head. “my bed is cold. want a hug from mama.”

theo chimes in. “i want mama too.”

“i know the feeling,” matty nods sagely, winking at you when your eyes widen threateningly at the innuendo; luckily, he diffuses the moment into something sweet. “she gives the best cuddles, doesn't she?”

“mhmm,” your daughter reaches for you, little face set into an adorable pleading expression that's shockingly reminiscent of her father. cooing, you gently take her from matty and hold her tight, heart aglow at the way she nuzzles into the crook of your neck the way she's done since birth. the boys sit down beside you, and kitty very sweetly moves round a bit to let her brother join in the hug. “come on, theo.”

“aww, that's so kind of you, kitkat,” matty reaches over to boop her nose, as theo cuddles into you. “my lovely girl. and boy,” he adds, kissing theo's head before leaning in to kiss you. “and wife.”

“ewwwwww,” your son's face contorts into one of disgust. “yucky kisses. stop it, daddy.”

you laugh, half at theo's disgust and half at matty's offended expression. “no kissing allowed, t?”

“except on christmas,” he nods assuredly, which makes you laugh even harder; the giggles fade out quickly, though, when you see his face drop into sadness. “wait! mama! you're not wearing christmas jammies!”

kitty gasps, peering round her brother to scrutinise her father's outfit. “daddy is,” she looks at you sadly, and your heart breaks a little bit. “you're not the same as us.”

you open your mouth to apologise, but matty beats you to it. “neither you are, sweetheart,” he pouts at you, a third sad healy face tugging at your heartstrings with all its might, albeit more exaggerated than your kids’. “don't you want to match us?”

what a rat he is. your bottom lip genuinely starts to wobble, distraught at the thought of upsetting your babies. “i do, i just-”

“you should get changed,” theo nods. “yeah, kitty?”

his twin is already nodding. “yeah. so we can be the same!”

matty gently flicks theo's nose. “remember what we said about interrupting, yeah? you have to let people finish what they're saying, mate,” ruffling his son's head, he looks up at you; you're immediately suspicious of the knowing smile on his pretty face. “but yeah - you should get changed into the christmas pyjamas, babe.”

“now?” you frown. “that seems counterproductive, if we're about to get up and get dressed.”

“nah,” your husband shakes his head. “it's a chilly morning, and our babies are already cold as is. i reckon we all just stay here for a bit, snuggle up until it's a bit warmer outside.”

“you have time?”

he nods. “always, for you three.”

sweet boy. “alright. come on, babies, go to daddy,” you gently usher theo and kitty off you and onto matty before you climb out of bed, giggling at the way your daughter promptly climbs all over her dad. real. “eyes closed while i get changed, yeah? squeeze them shut.”

the twins obey, little faces screwing up as they close their eyes tight. matty, on the other hand, keeps his eyes wide open and trained on your body; when you pull your old t-shirt off and reach for your own set of christmas pyjamas, he bites his lip, gaze shifting from one of simple appreciation to proper lust. despite the fluttering of arousal in your stomach, you roll your eyes in exasperation, and matty’s face softens into a smile as you climb back into bed and under the covers. “okay. we all match now.”

kitty cracks one eye open, removing her hand from her plush rabbit's - pinky? is that its name? - eyes in a very endearing way once she's deemed it safe; only then does she nudge her brother to open his eyes, too, and you bite back a giggle at where her priorities lie. theo nods approvingly, beaming in a very matty-esque way at your new outfit. “pretty.”

“beautiful,” matty corrects him. “most beautiful person in the world, your mum.”

“yeah,” your son cuddles into you, little fists coming up to rub at his eyes. “m'sleepy.”

you kiss his head. “that's because the two of you are awake so early.”

he grumbles. “don't like being sleepy.”

“have a nap, then, t,” matty strokes your daughter's hair. “you too, kitkat. mummy and i will wake you up in a little while, alright?”

theo half-nods, curling into you as he falls asleep. kitty takes slightly longer, blinking awake four or five times before giving in, but within ten minutes the two of them are out for the count, snoring softly (matty's genes) and wriggling around for comfort (you, all you) in your and matty's arms. 

he looks at them lovingly. “look at them,” he coos, voice barely louder than a whisper. “we made those adorable little munchkins, darling. us. me and you.”

“yeah, babe, i remember. i was there, you know. labour and all,” you tease, giggling when matty softly kicks you in the shin. “we do good things together, you and i.”

“still gonna do bad things to you later, though, gorgeous,” matty smirks, gently covering kitty's little ears; you do the same to theo. “do me a favour?”

you nod. “what?”

“put that pretty silver plug in before you come to bed tonight.”

“alright,” you smile softly, leaning across the twins to kiss him. “s'pose i'd better catch up on some sleep now, too, then,” as best you can without disturbing your babies, you pull the duvet over all four of you. “set an alarm for an hour's time, would you?”

“of course,” matty reaches across to stroke your cheek. “sweet dreams, my darling.”

[movietonight]

I also want Theo to show up again in general but specifically I want to know if he's also in the film? Did he also have to sell his life rights?

[dramaticals]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABESSSS!!!

for the event i thought 🎧 for theo + r u mine? (or do i wanna know? or i wanna be yours honestly just any AM song especially the AM album is too theo coded i think im gonna chew on him like a pencil)

thank you lari!! ♡

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all i wanna ever say is, "are you mine?" / well, are you mine? (are you mine tomorrow?) / are you mine? (or just mine tonight?) / are you mine? (are you mine tomorrow?) / (oh, ah, or just mine tonight?)

Your heart pulses in tune with the music; melodies swirl around you, the bass throbs in your ears, and the feeling of knobby fingers digging into your hips.

There's a lazy curve to your lips as you sway to the music against someone you don't know the name of. They smell like sulphur and sweat—a clashing scent to the smoke and mint you've grown accustomed to during these parties. They're too clumsy and too handsy, but you put up with it because it's the only way you know how to draw Theo out.

As cyclical as the moon, you feel rough, calloused fingers envelop your wrist and tug you away from the dance floor and the sweaty stranger. You hear a distant grumble of protest before the music fades and the crowd thins, and all you can see is Theo.

"Took you long enough." You tease.

Theo scoffs. His eyes roll, and if it wasn't for the tightness in his jaw, the whole night would be going on as-scripted. But you notice it, and your forehead crinkles, and you can't help but reach out for him, breaking out of the unspoken roles the two of you assumed on nights like these.

Your hand moves to his jaw, soothing out the tension with your thumb gently. His eyes flutter shut at your touch. "What's wrong?"

Theo inhales sharply. When he looks at you, his gaze burns. Icy, blue eyes feel cold and hot at the same time, and it almost stings to hold his gaze. It's unlike the way he looked at you last night—bare and cuddled in his arms, eyes wistful and sated. You had just spent the hour in his mercy, pleasured and sore in every place he'd touched and claimed. Your voice had been brittle from the incoherent nothings and everythings that spilled from your lips. You had promised him that you were his, that no one else could ever compare. You sealed your impulsive promises with languid and heated kisses. The spur of the moment made your words feel easy.

"Nothing." Theo mutters. He drops your wrist and pulls away.

[allisonjamaica]

stories in steel and glass

Summary:

He’s a liar and a murderer, but he’s a liar and a murderer with nothing to lose save for a bullet-ridden pickup truck and the boy in his passenger seat.

or:

Theo and Liam and the truck, through it all.

[anxious-shapeshifter]

I’d sooner welcome oblivion, that blissful nonexistence,

Than spend an eternity

With a god who loathes the human condition.

[captainsantiagos]

The way I’m maybe one of five people that wasn’t blindly furious about the entrapment line because??? It’s happened to him before like he almost WAS entrapped with Marina. Of course in that moment it feels like it’s happened again?

[orchestrel]

i passed out and woke up to this in my google doc

[theonlytwoalive]

alternate faceclaim !!

hiiii, i am giving theo an alternate faceclaim because @resplendentdare and i are currently watching a small light and joe cole is Very theo coded !!!! rsl will still be his main faceclaim but if we are ever doing a thread and you or i feel like it would be better suited to use joe cole then i will use himmmm

anyway i love theo wiley so fucking much, look at him !!!!!

[maxacre13]

Day 6 of Inktober & Ferntober!

Prompts: Inktober: Trek Ferntober: Pumpkin Carving

[thebirdandhersong]

Sometimes God really does put people in our lives for a brief moment, if only to see the reflection of His searing face in them, and to understand blindingly and briefly the Beauty working silently in hidden ways all around us

[malboraslihan]

who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

[theoxkent]

@imogen-rhitt @elliot-monroe @jxsminebailey