#obsessed with the strand of hair in theo’s face

[lesbiradshaw]

my favorite unwilling duo <3

[theostrophywife]

stalker! theo who falls for a pretty little ravenclaw after you run into him in the hall, flustered and frenzied as your books and parchment spill out of your hands.

stalker! theo who listens to his raven mumble apologetically, rambling about deadlines and deadbeat project partners who left you to complete an assignment all alone.

stalker! theo who watches in fascination as you scramble to get yourself sorted, apologizing and sniffling for running into him.

stalker! theo who stares at your pretty doe eyes filled with tears, lower lip trembling as you timidly take the papers that he's gathered and organized for you.

stalker! theo who smirks at the little flush that creeps up your neck when your fingers brush together. your voice a quiet little rasp as you murmur, thank you, theo.

stalker! theo who is a little surprised that you even know his name, mesmerized at how pretty you look when you cry, leaning down to fluster you a little more before he whispers, you're welcome, little raven.

stalker! theo who honest to merlin felt his heart stop when you reward him with a smile. a shy little smile that has him hooked from that day forward.

stalker! theo who finds your deadbeat partner and threatens him into pulling his weight or else he'll pull his intestines out of his body if he makes theo's little raven cry again.

stalker! theo who can't help but smile when you grin at him in the halls, waving shyly as you pass by with your group of friends who tease you as you blush prettily for him.

stalker! theo who starts to crave you more than cigarettes. who asks anything and everything about you. finding out your class schedule, your dorm number, your favorite spots in hogsmeade.

stalker! theo who watches you study in the library, hiding behind stacks and stacks of books, keeping an eye on his pretty raven as you recite facts under your breath, anxiously biting down on your lip and tapping the end of your quill against your chin when you come across a particularly hard question.

stalker! theo who follows you all the way back to your dorm, making sure you get in safely. lurking in the shadows as you cautiously look over your shoulder, pretty eyes alert and ready as you squint in the darkness.

stalker! theo who finds a sick thrill in watching you shiver as your gaze passes over his hiding spot, eyes unfocused and glazed as you gloss over him in the darkness of the castle, steps picking up as you climb your way up ravenclaw tower, answering the door’s riddle whilst clutching your wand closer to your chest.

stalker! theo who waits until you're good and settled, because he knows how long your bedtime routine is, knows you like to shower and stick to your skincare routine religiously before tucking yourself into bed and cuddling your little stuffie to sleep.

stalker! theo who lets himself into your dorm with a master key he nicked from dumbledore's office, sneaking quietly into your room and making himself right at home.

stalker! theo who nosily flickers through the knickknacks on your desk, all perfectly lined up in neat little rows, which he returns them to before sauntering over to your bookshelves and tracing over the notes and lines that you'd scribbled onto the worn, yellow pages.

stalker! theo who hovers by your bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and smiling as he watches you sleep peacefully, all snuggled up in bed. thumb brushing over your cheek as he presses his lips against yours in a sweet little peck before whispering, sweet dreams, my pretty little raven.

stalker! theo who freezes when you stir, fingers reaching for him in the dark, while you softly murmur in your sleep. please, theo. the bulge in his trousers growing while you moan and whimper so desperately. desperate for him.

stalker! theo who exhales a shaky breath, knowing that it's wrong, so wrong to invade your privacy like this, but he just can't help himself. you bring out the addictive, compulsive side to him and he's obsessed.

stalker! theo who is pilfering through your dresser, pulling out a pair of your pretty lace pink panties. who knows how fucked up it is to touch himself like this even as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxers down, wrapping your panties around his cock before stroking himself, getting off on listening to your pretty little sounds, still moaning his name in your sleep.

stalker! theo who is panting and gasping as he pumps himself while a choked groan crawls up his throat. he tries to tamper down his noises by biting his lip, canines sinking into his bottom lip so hard that he’s breaking skin and drawing blood. watching as crimson dots stain you bedsheets, wishing he could leave them there to mark his territory.

stalker! theo who finishes all over your pretty panties, covering the lace in his cum while you continue to dream, blissful and unaware of the filthy, dirty way he’d wanked himself off right beside you.

stalker! theo who leans down to murmur, fuck. you don’t know what you do to me, principessa. i fucking adore you. i’d do anything for you. there’s no limit to the lengths i’d go to just to make you smile. theo sighs, kissing your temple. you’re mine, cara mia. even if you don’t now it yet. i promise that you will soon, y/n. i’ll make you mine no mater what it takes.

stalker! theo who lingers by the door cause he can’t help but sneak one last glance at you. smiling softly, he watches adoringly as you snuggle your stuffie closer. his heart threatens to burst at the precious sight and in that moment theo knows. he’d do anything for you. he’d kill for you. he’d die for you. but for now, he has to settle for the memory of your soft rasp, saying his name over and over again like a prayer.

stalker! theo who leans against the doorway, slipping your pretty pink panties into his pocket for safekeeping before whispering softly in the darkness, goodnight, my pretty little raven.

[myfeetrcolddd]

Down bad...and a little unhinged

It only got worse after Theodore realized just how much he liked her violence. So much more worse that he thought that if he died by her hand it would all be worth it because not only was it by her hand but that she was touching him.

He was sure he was insane. His friends agreed on that fact, especially when he started to provoke the girl even more. His notes had also become more than promiscuous. Reddening the girls cheeks every morning. He was yet to receive a reply from the long haired girl, but her visual reactions were enough fuel.

The Slytherin boy was sitting at the breakfast table, right across from the pretty girl as usual, his chin resting in his hand as he stared at the girl.

Despite what she said, she was affected by him, all of him. It was infuriating, really. The words and promises on those papers he sent her every morning, every day, without fail, sparked something in her. Something she wished to bury deep down forever.

Sure, he was handsome, charming, rich, but he was arrogant and rude, and so immensely hot infuriating. He made her want to punch him. So far it was only slaps and harsh pushes, but she was close to punching him. So very very close.

It also took too much effort to avoid his gaze like this. It was insane, and a wonder as to how he continues to get good grades in all his classes when it seemed that his attention never left the girl when she was around.

The owls swooped into the great hall right on time, brings a grin to Theodores face as he watched his owl perch on her shoulder and neatly give her the note.

Despite her best efforts, the girl had become attached to the bird, so she reached up and scratched beneath the owls chin. It cooed contently and Theodores jaw twitches, he'd never wanted to be a damn bird in his life.

He'd ask what was wrong with him, but he knew there was no point because she was what was wrong with him. And he wouldn't be right until she was his. Not that she wasn't his already.

"Are you listening?" A blonde Slytherin girl snapped her fingers in front of Theodores face and his lips twisted into an annoyed frown. Blondie, as Theo had been calling her since he could not remember her name, would not leave him alone.

She claims that they had slept together once, and that it was the best thing she had ever experienced and that after months of denial she had finally realized that they were meant to be. Theodore thought the girl must be more delusional than him, and that's saying something.

Apparently the girl had been living under a rock since they're supposed "Best Night of Her Life" because everyone in Hogwarts knew Theo was more than obsessed with Y/N, and nearly everyone backed off, not bothering to shoot their shot with her or Theodore.

But there were still a few idiots, like Blondie beside him. "Teddy!" She whines and Theo cringes at the sound. He hated that nickname. It was ridiculous and childish.

Still, he ignored her, watching as his girl put off reading the note he'd written for her. The Blondie surprised him, by touching him. She had grabbed his chin, yanking his head towards her and forcing him to take his eyes off of his girl.

Did she have a death wish?

Theo didn't hold back his glare as he looked down his nose at her. He grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her hand away from him. Her needy look paled and turned into something fearful, "Do not touch me." He utters the words low and threateningly.

"B-b-but-" She stutters, "But-"

"B-b-b- spit it out!" He snarls and she winces, perhaps he was being too harsh. But if he were anything less then she'd think she had a chance and Blondie needed to know that there was no one for him than the girl who had his owl perched on her shoulder.

"She!" She points across the room, "She touches you!" At this a smile touches Theos lips. Damn right she touched him, sure it was only her slapping, pinching his side, pulling at a strand of hair, and pushing him into fountains and other things, but she touched him nonetheless. And she'd touch him much more if Theo got his way.

"And only her." He says simply, then releases her wrist like she burned him, "Now leave me alone. And get rid of the ridiculous notion that we're soulmates, because my soulmate is sitting right over there." He points across the room, extending his arm fully, with the full intention of others seeing. He knew many people were listening in on the conversation.

Good, he thought. Let this be a message, let everyone know that she is his as he is hers.

That's it for this fic. Dunno how to continue. Might make another one, this is the second one and a follow up from this fic.

Also, sorry if it's a little confusing. I really hate using 'Y/N'

[slytherinobsessed]

loverboy's muse: theodore nott

| pairing: theodore nott x reader

| genre: established relationship

| warning: no warnings <3, maybe a bit of angst in the beggining (i think)

| word count: 0.6k

| stefy's note: yes, i'm obsessed with this boy, so i started this blog to share my writing, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Dating Theo was never how you imagined before meeting him. Being considered the bad boy of the school comes with its pros and cons. He was like a kid in love. Clingy, needy and in love.

That's how some time ago, he started playing the guitar. Truthfully he wasn't much of a guitar player. You have been the cause of his sudden obsession with playing.

That's when you found yourself sitting on his lap, late at night, as he played the song he made for you, nearby Hogwart's lake. The song he wrote was just for you, only for you. Ever since he'd been playing, he found out you were the reason of inspiration. You were his muse. Theo's arms were wrapped around your sides as his fingers gently graze the strings of the guitar, he was practicing.

"You're so fucking perfect." He mutters against the back of your neck.

"I'm not perfect." You say while nuzzling your head in his chest embarassed and blushing.

His breath hitched at that, his hands ceasing on the strings of his guitar to reach around the front of your waist. He pulled your body flush against the front of his face in your neck, his hands caressing your hips with the softest of touches. He sighted, still whispering against your skin as his fingers played with the material of your t-shirt. "You are."

"Why?" You look at him curiously, while playing with his hair as you sit on his lap.

"You just are." His grip around your waist loosened, through the hands at your hips still remained firm as he ran them in gentle circles. He played with a few strands of your hair as he looked into your eyes, his expression soft and full of love and adoration. "Everything about you is just perfect."

"That's why i'm your muse in every song." You say while teasing him and blushing.

"Mmm..." His grip on your hips tightened as he heard that, and he nodded. It was true. You were the muse in all of his songs because you were perfection to him. You always had a way of keeping him out of mischef, your soft, gentle nature. All of the qualities of yours. You were the light he needed, even if he could be a bit of a jerk. Though that was only his cold side, you saw through it all, and for that, he was infatuated with you.

"This is perfect." You say leaning your head on his chest, looking at the lake and then at him, enjoying the moment. Him and you. Holding each other.

He wrapped his arms back around your waist, his fingers loghtly running through your hair and he smiled. He sighted and spoke in a soft voice. "You know what i think would be perfect?"

"This." You say wrapping your hands arouns his neck kissing him passionately and playing with his hair as you two kiss.

He froze, his entire body tensing before his hand wrapped around the fabric of your shirt and his lips responded, kissing you back. His arms wrapped around you firmly, and his fingers ran through your hair as the two of you kissed. The light breeze around you gave a chilly feeling, yet he didn't care, and he only wanted you.

"Oh, we are so gonna get caught." You say in between the kisses, teasingly while giggling.

A ravenclaw. A slytherin. By the Black Lake. Late at night. Having sexual intercorse or any intercorse in the Hogwarts campus was forbidden. Detention was written all over it.

He chuckles lightly, still kissing you, and in between his kisses he responds by whispering in your ear. His breath hitched at the cold atmosphere as his fingers ran through your hair and he groaned slightly. "Then let's get caught.."

© SLYTHERINOBSESSED ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[s1ater]

thieves in the night.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!reader

part two of n/a.

about. in which a group of boys are in search for the one thing that keeps them from their death.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. currently watching twin peaks lol

“you’re not making any sense, theo,” your fingers curve against his chin, lightly touching his cold skin before looking up to him, trying to seem calm, but he can hear the slight urgency of worry in your voice.

“you’ll figure it out soon,” he doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixated on the forest beyond before looking back down on you, now completely dead in emotion. “don’t worry.”

you frown and he lightly kissed the side of your head before trekking away.

don’t worry.

**

the gift you had was simple.

it lives in your mind and the dark lord wants it.

the prophecy, the one that was wrong—according to theo—states a young male who inhabits hogwarts is the doom of all their plans; the dark lords plans. they’re the replica of a spy, they know, and they watch, and they carry all knowledge of the resistance. they will be the end of all death eaters.

for months, theo and all four of his comrades have been in search of this boy as assigned by the dark lord himself—punishable by death to failure. but failure after failure, death seemed like it could be touchable.

until you.

mattheo was absolutely frustrated that theo was more than right about you. he thought he was a fool because mattheo had seen you before and you put out that you were everything but harmful.

but as time passed and he watched you more and more, it made sense. especially when you threw in your trading blood.

your grandfather had been a loyal tenant to the dark lord for a very long time—carrying out tasks and assassinations and anything required of him until he killed five other death eaters and joined the resistance. this had done a lot for the resistance, pulling them three steps ahead and closer to ending the spread of dark magic. for years lord voldemort had acquired to have him killed, but was never successful.

but here you were, right in front of mattheo, just for the taking.

**

after your last encounter theo, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. especially since it seemed like he was avoiding you. you found this strange due to each time you’d ever see theo, it’d be him coming to you. so it must have meant… he was really no longer seeking you out.

“you really make it hard to find you,” you sat down in front of him with an exasperated expression on your face. you looked winded, like you had been trekking for hours in look for him till finding him here at the pub.

he couldn’t help but smirk, his fingers reaching across the table to pull at the loose strands of hair falling from your tight pony tailed braid, “looking for me, are you?”

“yes,” you say in a duh tone, leaning away from his teasing fingers. “i haven’t seen you for awhile.”

“and what do you need to see me about, love?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you stare at him, pressing your lips together in a thin line, not knowing how to even answer his question without sounding desperate or obsessive. he set you up just so you would.

you both were only starring at each other now, waiting for the other to crack; to speak first. he was practically grinning at you while you only scowled back.

“you going to answer my question?”

“maybe if you answer mine.”

“and what’s that?”

“why were you being so weird the other night?”

“i don’t know what you mean,” he raised a brow.

you were already annoyed.

“forget it,” you get to your feet, “i’ll catch you later.”

he leans back into his seat, watching you get up with a slightly frustrated expression. the moment you pass by him, he grabs your arm, pulling you right into the booth with him, “not so easy, sweetheart. why’re you in such a mood?”

“because you’re being a cunt, theodore and i don’t want to be around you while you’re acting so rude.”

he laughs, practically throwing his head back at how ridiculous you sounded, “if you think i’m being a cunt, you’re going to hate me when i’m an actual asshole.”

you scoffed, your body beginning to heat up from the sudden awareness of how close you were to theo. you were practically shoved against his chest with his arm looped around your waist while the other was beginning to inch it’s way up your shirt.

“i don’t understand you,” you wiggle against him, trying to keep your composure by putting some space between the two of you.

“i don’t understand you either.”

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, not taking his statement serious even as there was a lot of truth in it.

“why are you so tense?”

“shut up,” you finally shoved away from him, getting to your feet. “i wanted to see you, like actually see you but i think i’m understanding the situation a bit more.”

he looked up at you from where you leaned slightly over him. he didn’t understand why you were so short in temper all of a sudden, “i wanted to see you too.”

“right,” you nodded slowly, now standing up. “i’ll see you later, theodore.”

you walked away.

“smooth one, mate,” blaise and enzo slid into the seats across from theo wasting no time, taking your place, smirking. “i don’t know why i ever doubted your skills with the ladies.”

“piss off.”

“don’t worry, theo, there’s always next time,” enzo hummed, his tone sarcastic, “except, you forget you’re on a timer.”

“don’t remind me,” he dropped his head against his hand as he thought about mattheo telling him that he needed to speed up the process and move in on you.

“the sooner we get into her head, the better.”

he couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the sudden interest they all had in you, even if you were the key to all of them living. it was the fact that at first the idea of you having the gift was absurd, but now, since they’ve seen you, it was a complete different story.

“she’s pretty.”

“yeah.”

“sure know how to pick ‘em, theodore.”

“stay away from her.”

“woah, relax, sunshine,” enzo raises his arms in defense, “you forget she’s untouchable to us.”

“yeah, whatever,” theo rolls his eyes, “doesn’t matter.”

"it seems to matter to you a lot, mate," blaise leans forward onto his arms, "more than it should." his voice was interrogating as well as taunting and theo couldn't stand it.

"you forget our lives are on the line," he says dully, making sure his emotions don't exceed his face. "and y/n, she's going to take time."

"time is one thing you don't have, theodore," enzo looks sympathetic, theo almost doesn't recognize it by how strange it looks on his face. "mattheo wants her when the moon is full... that's in two days."

"two days and we'll be in her head."

**

you were annoyed with theodore, beyond annoyed really. the worst part is the fact that you couldn't stop thinking about him... ever. everything about him was so memorizing but also so strange. his whole existence was glued to your brain.

you have only really known theo in such a short time, but yet you feel like you've known him longer... and that’s almost true with the amount of knowledge you had gained on him within the past year for the resistance.

you had been watching him, all of them, and you were aware of the possession lord voldemort had over them all. the only thing was, there was something about theodore that made this task of stalking a lot easier. you found pleasure in watching him, learning about him, but that was far from good. finding attraction to the enemy was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself.

mirroring theodore and distancing yourself was probably best option possible to abolish these feelings.

you sat in class in thought of this as you wrote mindlessly for your paper. you had been apart of the resistance since early ages of childhood, since you could comprehend really. your family name was widely known, and very important. there was a lot expected from you purely because of your grandfather and a lot of pressure to succeed. so you couldn't slip up, especially not now when the dark lord was just beginning to rise to power once again.

your head began to hurt, more than it ever had before. the pain was almost excruciating, making it very hard to focus on your writing. you laid your head in the palm of your hand as you tried to your best to keep focus—but you found it strange. yes, when you thought about you-know-who, you usually felt woozy, and a little sick to your stomach, but never had you felt this level of discomfort.

you grabbed you back of your neck, digging your fingernails into your skin in a way to distract yourself from the increasing pain of your headache—but it doesn't help. you feel your whole body go flush in heat before there's a high tension that overcomes you, a different type of strain that made you suddenly so restless, so uncomfortable to the point you couldn't sit still.

it felt as if someone was watching you.

“i know who you are.”

you disregarded your writing now, feeling completely frozen in your position, not moving as the echoing of those words caused your whole chest to feel a stress of pain. you looked around, looking for eyes to meet yours, but everyone was focused on their paper. maybe you were losing it, but you just couldn't shake off this feeling.

you shifted, now craning your neck to meet exactly what you were looking for; eyes waiting for yours and it was him.

the boy you saw in your nightmares.

mattheo. his stare was heinous and unforgiving as he showed no sign of letting up with his fixated gaze. it made your skin crawl and stomach fold up into itself with a sour taste paving its way up into your throat.

you looked away and prayed he'd do the same because he carried the devil in his eyes.

i know who you are.

@aliyahsutherland @multifandom-obsessed @remuslupinluvr @ishwiya @padf00ts-l0ver @thehuntress09 @Uselesssapphickitten @sereinegemini @Anushi @afidiofobia @ss-tipton @black-rose-29 @rrosecar @i-love-scott-mccall @greengarsstuff @rowena-ravenclaws-diadem @carav4l @hopelessbutterfly @xivilivix @jameslover @colorfulpaperthing @strnqer @one-direction-harry-potter1 @venomsvl @therewillbedancing @lilytoyourjames @siriuslydestiny @eichenhouseproperty @living-hell-7 @calums-betch @moonlighy @ancientimes @1Dcumslut @s0urw00lf @straightzoinked @thelaststraw3 @savagemickey03 @navyabhatnagar @liltimmyst @theresawtf @alexxavicry @simars3 @grxcisxhy-wp @esposadomd @rmeddar123 @lupinsluvbot

[k2padfoot]

Watching You

Draco x Y/n

Summary: You get mad at Draco and find yourself in a bad situation

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, Cormac being gross, fluff.

You & Draco had been together for a little over a year now and things were amazing to say the least. He treated you like the princess you truly were. He showered you with expensive gifts even when you told him it was too much, he made sure to walk you to every class, he held you close when you were stressed out or upset, he took care of you when you were sick, there really wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.

Draco was head over heels for you and you knew that. Yet you still had trouble with accepting the fact Pansy Parkinson would never stop pining over him. For years now she’s been obsessed and Draco’s shot her down plenty of times. You thought your relationship would cause her to back off, but it only got worse. She was constantly trying to prove she could be better than you, which in Draco’s eyes was impossible.

You and your roommate Daphne were making your way to the quidditch field to watch Slytherin’s 2nd match against Gryffindor. The two of you were conversing about Slughorn’s latest assignment when you heard Pansy’s god awful voice.

“Oh Drakey, you’re going to do amazing in todays game against Gryffindor I just know it!” Pansy said in a giddy tone while running her hand up Draco’s arm.

“Thanks Pansy.” Draco replied while giving her a look that basically said to go away but that didn’t stop her.

“Potter has nothing on you. I mean look at you, you’re so fit and you’re so good at everything you do.” she said while batting her eyelashes at him and gripping his bicep. That’s when you had enough and you stormed off walking back up to the school not sticking around to watch the match. Why the hell was Draco letting this happen? you thought to yourself. Little did you know he had a select choice of words for Pansy after you left.

You were sulking in your dorm when the match had ended. You didn’t care to come out of your room and congratulate the team. Daphne had just busted through the door in search for you, “Y/n! There you are, we won!! And before you say anything I know your upset but I am going to drag you to the common room party whether you like it or not!” she said while making her way over to you.

“Daph, ugh. I’m just so annoyed with Draco right now I don’t know if I wanna see him.” you replied to her while she gave you a sad smile.

She leant down in front of you, “Y/n, that’s the whole reason we need to go. Let’s get you up, get dressed all pretty and make Draco all flustered over you, yeah?” she said while pulling you to get up, you let out a sigh and nodded.

You put on an emerald green & black checkered high waisted skirt and a black sweater crop top to pair with. You clipped your silver necklace with your initial on it around your neck, slipped on your rings, and put on black booties to tie it all together. You looked in the mirror, fixed your hair a little bit and were satisfied with your look. “You look so hot y/n, now let’s go!” Daphne said while dragging you away from the mirror and into the common room.

The lights were dim, music was blaring, the smell of alcohol was prominent in the air, and students were all over the Slytherin common room. Daphne and yourself headed over to the drink table to start your night. Theo and Blaise were already handing the two of you fire whiskey shots, and you both downed them ready for another.

The four of you had been standing by the table for a couple minutes now conversing and taking shots when you started to feel the alcohol rush to your head. You spotted your boyfriend across the room looking as good as ever in his dark black suit. The alcohol was making you feel confident and you got the sudden urge to make him jealous. You leaned over to Daphne and whispered in her ear to dance with you.

The two of you were standing in between other students swaying to the music and giggling while tripping over each other’s feet. Draco’s eyes have been locked on you the entire time, he knew you were upset with him and he knew to let you cool off a bit before saying anything. So he kept his distance all while keeping a close eye on you. That’s when he noticed the disgusting look on Cormac McLaggens face as he watched you sway your hips.

You were starting to feel extremely hot and a little bit dizzy so you told Daphne you were going to slip out into the hallway quick for some air. You had no idea as you were heading out Cormac got the idea to follow you.

The air in the halls was ten times cooler than in the sweaty booming common room. You decided to walk down the hall a bit and lean against a large pillar in front of a window. You were gazing into the night sky catching your breath when arms wrapped around you from behind. You rolled your eyes thinking it was Draco to turn around and be met with Cormac’s dark eyes.

You could smell the alcohol coming off his breath as he pushed you back into the wall, “What the hell are you doing McLaggen?” you questioned him trying to push him away.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t want it sweetheart.” Cormac said while pushing his left shoulder into your chest. Your right arm was pinned against his torso, and you were trying to push him away with your left.

“Stop, come on don’t!” you cried, as his hand started to slide up your right thigh and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Draco doesn’t have to know don’t worry.” he said breath hot against your skin making you cringe.

Draco had only taken his eyes off of you for a minute to get another drink. When he walked back to his seat he realized you were gone, and that’s when he noticed Cormac gone too.

“Get off Cormac, i’m serious!” You yelled one more time trying to plead with him. As you said that Draco came busting out of the common room coming your way fast.

“Get your filthy hands off her! Stupefy!” He yelled raising his wand and shooting the spell at Cormac sending him flying to the end of the hall.

He stood up abruptly trying to brush himself off and started to speak “Malfoy its not what it looks li- But Draco cut him off, “Get the bloody hell out of here before I use my fist instead of my wand!” he yelled to McLaggen causing him to book it back to the dorms.

Draco spun around fast to be met with you sitting on the ground back against the wall, a blank stare on your face as tears rolled down your redden cheeks. He knelt down in front of you grabbing your hands in his own. “Hey, hey love, it’s alright. You’re okay now I promise.” Draco said delicately brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Dray.. I’m sorry!” You cried dropping your head low.

He quickly wrapped you in his arms, “No.. no Y/n don’t be sorry. I’m sorry! I had been watching you all night I swear I had my eyes on you the whole time and next thing I knew you were gone. You have no idea how I felt seeing you out here in that position. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight..”

You looked up into his eyes, “Don’t be, I shouldn’t have been ignoring you. It was stupid, I was jealous and I decided to get stupid drunk in spite. It was my fault.” you said tears filling your eyes again thinking about what just happened a few minutes ago.

Draco grabbed your face to meet his stormy eyes, “Don’t you ever say something like that is your fault. No matter the situation you did nothing wrong y/n, absolutely nothing. And I hope you know when you left the match earlier today I told Pansy off. I told her she’d never compare to you, I told her I wouldn’t give her the time of day because I have you... Now please tell me what you need love?” he said while caressing your cheek.

“Please just hold me Dray..” you asked with pleading eyes.

“Of course, whatever you want. But let’s get you back to my dorm, alright?” he replied and you nodded.

You stepped into his prefect dorm taking in his intoxicating scent that filled the room. You slowly walked over to his bed kicking off your boots and flung yourself down. Draco sat next to you and put a hand on your thigh, and you shifted your gaze to his.

“May I?” he asked gesturing to your clothing, and you nodded.

He started to slowly take off your sweater, and then your skirt, all while simultaneously kissing around your face. He then folded your clothes and laid them on his dresser, and pulled out a large black t-shirt for you to sleep in.

You slipped it on and laid down getting comfortable as you watched him change into his sweats. He made his way over to you and gently crawled under the covers. Draco wrapped his arms around you, letting you lay your head in the crook of his neck. He looked down at your now relaxed state and kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you y/n, and I’ll never let anyone hurt you.. Sleep well my love.” he whispered.

You nodded against his chest and mumbled a quiet “I love you too.” as you fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

A/N: Hi all, i’m not sure how I feel about this one.. kinda like it kinda don’t. Lmk! Thank you for reading<3

[bowieandqueen11]

Cold / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Your Luke Crain headcanon was so beautiful!! Can you write more for Luke? If possible can I request something like, the reader has a nightmare or an anxiety attack and he calms her down? I don't think I ever read something with Luke being the sweetheart we know he is and I would love to see that. Make it as long as you wish! 

I’m honestly so grateful my dear @itsjustmylifeconfessions​ that people are still obsessed with Luke!

Comments are always appreciated!

Ever since Nellie’s death, Luke couldn’t stand the cold.

He had been like this, when he was little. Luke had just always been Luke, but he had also been Nellie, the two so closely connected that every little thing he felt, she did as well. Sleepovers were always rough when you were a child, because when the ghosts came out to taunt them, as they always did, you would have to try and hug a terrified Luke in one hand, and reassure a screaming Nellie in the other. Ever since then, every pain, every sorrow, every fear the other felt would overwhelm him so much, he would always need you by his side in the end.

To start, he would always try to fight against it. The cold just happened to be the worst. Every window in your apartment had to be shut by a certain time in the winter, and the heating had to be turned up to a certain degree before he would stop shaking. When the two of you would snuggle down in the evenings to watch a movie, he would always collapse down on top of you, wrapping you up in at least three blankets he had enveloped his broad shoulders in. Nights, nights were always the worst, and although Luke loved you more than anything, he was always the most grateful for you at nights. The time when he could reach out across the sheets and grab onto your wrist in the darkness, slowly shuffling himself awkwardly across the bed until you welcomed him into the warmth of your chest in a half-asleep hug, hiding himself into you under the duvet. You would have to spend the whole night with his head tucked under your chin, trying to stop his chin from trembling as he buried his head into your neck by rubbing your hands over the wide expanse of his back.

It really was the only way to stop him shaking.

That’s why, that night, he was so surprised to find that when he came grasping desperately for you, you were the one who ended up trembling under his hands.

He lifts his head slightly off your pillow, surprise evident on his sleepy features. Reaching one arm over you, he’s careful not to rustle you, or nudge you, as he clicks on your bedside lamp. When he glances over at you, trying to blink the gloom away from his eyes so he could see you properly, was when he started to panic. One large hand cups the side of your cheek, fingertips gently tapping against your skin. He leans up on his left elbow, his frame enveloping you. 

‘Hey, hey sweetheart, come on, wake up. That’s it, wake up, come back to me. It’s alright - we’re home, we’re home.’

You wouldn’t stop however, your body twisting the sheets around your legs as you trembled, your cheeks glistening as you bathed the bed in a cold sweat. He racked his brain, trying to think back to when he was ten years old and how Steve would try to wake him up at Aunt’s Janet’s when he had nightmares about Hill House, about his mom, about Isabelle - the tight grasp of his older brother’s hands against his shoulders, the way the back of his palm would stroke the wet strands of his fringe away from his eyes. Whispering, he would slowly stay with him until he began to gasp awake, one hand tight around his neck as Luke struggled for a breath.

Thank you Steve, he thinks, for teaching me what you learned at big brother school.

‘Alright honey, I’m here with you, it’s alright. Let’s do this together, okay?’

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could every remotely hurt you, so when he placed his hands on your shoulder and lifted you gently towards his chest, he did it as if he were delicately balancing Nellie’s cup of stars on his finger. The sweat trickled down your forehead and landed on his thumbs, as he gently massaged your muscles, but he didn’t care - he was too busy stroking the hair away from your eyes, making sure he would be the first thing you saw when you woke up.

‘That’s it love, that’s it. Come back to me. Wake up now.’

He presses soft kisses against your cheeks, his heart beginning to settle at the way you began to relax in his hold, your hands beginning to loosen and tighten as you grasp the bottom of his pyjama shirt. He leaves a final, chaste kiss against your lips, just ever so lightly brushing against them, until he feels you tug at the shirt on his back. Sitting the two of you up properly, he doesn’t loosen his grasp as you take a moment to properly blink yourself a wake, rubbing your back as you take gulping breaths.

‘I’m s- I’m sorry Luke. I didn’t m-mean to wake you up so early.’

He only gives a deep, huffing chuckle in reply, but you can see the relief in the way his eyes dip as he pulls you into his chest. Staying still for a moment, the two of you just sit on your bed, in the light, and the warmth you’re sharing with each other.

'I would do it every second of this lifetime Y/n, if it meant keeping you safe.’

You feel his hands tighten against the curve of your back, and the slight twitch of his cheek as he takes a moment to scrunch his nose against your neck.

‘Do you remember what I told you, the night I asked you to marry me?’

‘The same night Nellie accidentally tripped Shirley up and sent her flying into Theo, who ended up spilling champagne down her blouse. I still remember the look on Theo’s face as he shoved the cake she was holding onto Shirley’s dress.’

He chuckles, reaching his head up so his forehead touched yours. ‘Yeah, that’s the one. Do you remember what I said, what I whispered in your ear, right before I dropped down on my knee?’

‘You’re my home.’

‘That’s right’, he states, his voice firm and unwavering, ‘you’ve always been my home. I’ve always loved you, more than anything. So stop apologising, for anything - I’ve done my fair share of hurting you, and somehow you’re still with me. I’m the luckiest man alive.’

'And a big sap,’ you add, trying not to cry.

‘A huge sap, just for you.’

He shivers against the cold that starts to creep into the room, the early morning darkness starting to fight against the edges of his vision again. This time, though, this time, he doesn’t really feel it. He’s not scared of it, anymore, because you’re here, and you love him, and he’s never going to leave you again.

‘I love you, that’s all. And that’s all that matters.’

[theowhy]

[thiam] following footsteps

2.4k / g / oneshot

note: hello friends :’) long time no post, i just never have any free time these days. my writing brain cells are rusty but here’s a short thing that was meant to be a, uh, christmas fic but that i couldn’t wrangle into shape until now. it’s not terribly contingent on the christmas season and i hope it’s enjoyable even two months late lmao

The cold is the worst thing when Liam finally comes to. Everything bombards him at once: the bruising ache in his back, the smell of dirt and pine and damp clothes. But the cold—that chills him straight to his bones.

“Shit,” Liam says.

“‘Shit’ is right,” says Theo, a disembodied voice somewhere off to Liam’s left because Liam can’t even bear to open his eyes yet. He’d recognize Theo’s presence even if blind or dead.

How annoying. Though in this moment, it gives Liam a weary sense of comfort, knowing he’s not alone.

“What happened?” he groans, bringing a hand up to gingerly touch his temple where a headache currently pounds.

“You got your ass handed to you,” Theo says. He shifts, clothes rustling, a crunching sound beneath his feet.

Ice? Liam opens his eyes.

They were in the forest, he finally remembers. And sure enough, they’re surrounded by dark trees and a white landscape, grey clouds beyond them, a hard ground beneath. There are rocks, too: Theo must have found some kind of outcropping in the hills to shelter from the snow flurrying through the air. Had he dragged Liam under here after… whatever happened before he was out?

“Yes, I dragged you here,” Theo says, then rolls his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, your face was obvious.”

Liam grimaces. “Did I get hit?”

“Thrown through a tree, actually.” There’s way too much pep in Theo’s voice when he says it. He points out away from them, towards a splintered tree stump in the distance. Its other half lies not far past it, slowly being buried beneath the snow. “That one.”

“Ouch.” Explains why Liam’s back is killing him. “What was it?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I got thrown through a tree, cut me some slack.” Liam gingerly moves to sit up and rub some warmth back into his arms.

“It was… I don’t even know how to describe it.” Theo frowns as he remembers. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. This big white ball of… energy. Ice. It got mad when it saw us and blew you into that tree. There’s been a snowstorm ever since.”

“Did you… kill it?” Liam asks apprehensively.

“Hell no, I grabbed you and hauled ass. You’re lucky it didn’t follow.”

“So it’s still out there? We have to tell the others.”

Theo wordlessly digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He taps the home button. The screen doesn’t light up.

Liam gapes. “Did you seriously bring an uncharged phone out into the middle of nowhere?”

“It’s not my fault you were out for an hour, okay?” Theo snarls. “We were supposed to take a quick look around and go back, I didn’t know some mythical snow spirit whatever the fuck was going to attack us. At least my phone is still in one piece.”

“What?” Dread sinks into Liam’s stomach. He digs into his back pocket, pulls out a mess of circuits and glass and dented metal. He squeaks, “Oh no.”

“Yeah, nice.” Theo sighs. “What is that, your second phone this year?”

“Third.” Liam buries his head in his hands. “My parents are going to kill me.”

It was hard enough convincing them to let him go on this trip to the mountains, where Scott and the rest of the pack had rented a cabin for the weekend. Ostensibly it was to investigate reports of sudden blizzards and extreme snowfall, something Deaton had thought concerning enough for them to check out. But in actuality, none of them expected it to be anything more than some random meteorological weirdness. Scott brought his Nintendo Switch and Mario Kart. Lydia brought wine.

But they’d hardly settled into the cabin before Scott suggested they take a look around before dark, just to get some work in before Mario Kart and chill. Figures Liam didn’t even get the chance to kick Theo’s butt at Mario Kart before the universe decided to screw him over and make his parents ground him forever. It’s not his fault his life suddenly became full of a whole lot more fighting than Liam ever expected, even into his senior year of high school.

“There’s no way I’m gonna try and find my way back in this blizzard,” Theo says, with the finality of a nail into a coffin. “So I suggest you get comfortable.”

Liam sighs, watches the white puff of his breath fade into the air. The wind howls in long, drawn out tones. His whole backside is wet from lying on the ground. His head still hurts.

“Yeah, real easy,” he mutters, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. First things first, try to get his body to stop shivering.

There’s quiet for a moment. Liam’s so preoccupied finding any vestiges of warmth in his body that he startles when something soft is pushed onto his head. He turns his gaze towards Theo.

Theo, whose beanie has now been placed on Liam’s head.

“It ain’t much, but take it,” Theo says, hardly more than a murmur, nearly lost to the sound of the wind. But Liam hears him.

“I’m fine,” he says.

Theo rolls his eyes. “Liam, just take it.”

“But what about you?”

“I can handle a little cold.” Theo crosses his arms tighter, breathes a big exhale that sends a shroud of white around him, thick as smoke. It hides him for a moment but fades away soon enough. His hair is mussed from tugging his beanie off. His nose and cheeks are red, and there are stray snowflakes on Theo’s shoulders, caught in strands of his hair.

It’s more than just a little cold. The beanie helps, in a small way; Theo had given what little he could. That matters, Liam thinks.

It must be that—along with instinctual, human need—that compels Liam to scoot closer until he’s pressed up against Theo’s side.

Theo goes rigid.

He doesn’t say anything. Neither does Liam.

Finally, Theo says, “What are you doing?”

“It’s cold,” Liam says simply. “You said get comfortable.”

“Comfortable does not mean sitting on top of me.”

“I’m not on top of you,” Liam scoffs. “We gotta huddle for warmth.”

“Sure, huddle. Not cuddle.” Theo pointedly scoots away. Liam follows. “Liam.”

“Theo, come on. I’m not dying out here.”

“I’m not dying out here, either,” Theo says, then shuts his mouth.

Liam laughs.

“Glad you find this funny,” Theo grumbles, but this close together, Liam can feel the way he relaxes, the way he presses in by one reluctantly given inch. But it’s something.

Liam tugs the beanie more snugly onto his head, trying not to smile. Yeah. It’s something.

It doesn’t change the fact that they’re stuck out here until whichever happens first: the blizzard goes away (not looking likely), the pack finds them (even less likely, given that Liam hopes they have the wisdom to stay out of the blizzard, too), or God intervenes. Liam’s never had much luck with the last one.

So he takes in his surroundings instead. There isn’t much to see, really, besides trees, trees, and more trees. The occasional bush. Plenty of snow. And—

“Oh!” Liam says, sitting up straighter and pointing. “Mistletoe!”

Theo doesn’t even look and says, “Nice try, Liam. If you wanted to kiss, you could just ask.”

Liam sputters and shoves Theo hard on the shoulder, which hardly budges him. Theo smirks. “No, dude, ugh. Christmas was like a month ago, anyway. I mean there’s literally mistletoe growing on the trees.”

“Riveting,” Theo drawls, but humors Liam anyway. He looks out to where Liam’s pointing at a bushy mass growing in the branches of one of the trees ahead of them. “That it?”

“Yeah.” Liam squints. He can see its leaves rustling with the wind, how different they are from the leaves of the oak tree it rests in. “Phoradendron villosum. Pacific mistletoe. Don’t eat it.”

“I know that.”

“Did you know mistletoe is a parasite?”

“It’s poisonous, that doesn’t surprise me.” Theo looks mildly interested anyway, and Liam feels a small thrill of victory over it. It’s not often that he gets to share some biology knowledge that Theo doesn’t already know. “So why are people obsessed with hanging it in doorways and stuff?”

“Why do people do anything? Superstition. Folklore.” A particularly strong gust of wind sends a branch of the mistletoe flying. It lands in the snow a few feet ahead of them. “Some cultures saw it as a symbol of fertility. I guess the white berries remind them of—er.”

An awkward beat of silence.

Theo says, “I hope the snow kills us soon.”

Liam’s face burns. At least he feels a little less cold now.

He clears his throat. “Anyway… It’s also associated with protection from witches and demons and stuff.”

“I never took you for a mistletoe nerd.”

“I wrote a report about them in freshman bio. It was kind of interesting. Makes it a little less romantic to know they actually kill the trees they grow on.”

“How beautiful,” Theo says flatly. “You’re still a nerd, though.”

“Shut up.” Liam nudges his shoulder against Theo’s. The corner of Theo’s mouth tugs up just slightly.

Liam’s never done it before, kissed someone under the mistletoe. Hayden came and went too quickly for them to ever reach Christmas, and there hasn’t really been anyone since. There was never any time. And, more honestly, no one else has ever made him feel quite the same.

Well. Almost no one else.

But that’s only ever been a passing daydream, one that’s plagued him in random moments. On an elevator ride back down to the first floor of Beacon Hills Memorial. In the passenger seat of a truck. In sparse texts, shared late at night long after pack meetings have ended.

In a snowy forest, surrounded by no one else.

“Hey, Theo,” Liam says.

Theo grunts and turns towards him.

“What?” he says.

Liam presses their lips together. Theo stops breathing.

A kiss would describe it generously. Liam breathes when it becomes evidently clear that Theo won’t. That’s fine. Taking him by surprise is pretty nice. In any case, the kiss ends almost as soon as it began, and Liam pulls away from the corner of Theo’s mouth. The warmth lingers afterwards.

“W-What the hell was that for?” Theo stammers—Theo, stammering—and brings his hand up over his mouth.

“Mistletoe,” Liam says.

“You—idiot.” Theo brings his other hand up to cover his face, but it’s not enough to hide the red lingering at the tips of his ears. It’s a nice color. “You are so… You…”

“Yeah, you too,” Liam says, not bothering to suppress a grin.

Theo gives him a look through the gaps between his fingers, and Liam expects him to grind out another poorly executed insult when Theo drops his hands, his eyes widening, mouth falling slack.

“What?” Liam says.

Theo just grabs him by the shoulders and tugs him back, further into their little shelter.

“What?” Liam says again, more irately. He turns to look where Theo keeps gaping over Liam’s shoulder.

He finds a great, big ball of blue. Liam’s voice dies in his throat.

His first thought is of ball lightning, something he and Mason had spent one sleepover watching way too many videos of on YouTube. In truth, they didn’t care for the science of it rather than the fact that it looked super fucking cool. Just a sphere of pure energy and light, sweeping through open plains or swathes of sky. This doesn’t feel quite like that, but on the surface it seems the same: crackling, blue-white energy, swirling in a sphere that must be a meter wide, at least. Its core is opaque, like hard ice, and there’s a strange hum about it as it drifts closer to them.

It is frighteningly close. Theo draws an arm out across Liam, pushing him against the rocks at their back. But the sphere doesn’t attack them, doesn’t whip them with a sharp slice of wind like Liam was hit with earlier.

It only drifts over their hiding spot, passing by like an elk through the woods. Calm and constellated with flecks of ice and snow. Something about it feels as old as time itself.

Both of them hold their breaths as it passes. It disappears over them, drifting over the hill. The winds calm. The snowfall begins to diminish until it ceases completely.

It’s quiet.

They stay still for one, two, three heartbeats. Then Theo drops his arm. They both exhale.

“Holy shit,” Liam says, panting like he ran a marathon. “Was that it?”

“No, it was a different big blue ice ball,” Theo says. “Of course that was it.”

“That… was awesome.” Liam crawls out of their shelter to look around for any sign of it. It’s long gone, not even a trail left in its wake.

“I see you’ve already forgiven it for trying to kill you.”

“I don’t want to get thrown through a tree again, but it didn’t attack us this time. We probably spooked it earlier. And look, it stopped the blizzard.”

“You’re way too chipper for seeing something that unreal,” Theo says, following Liam out.

The newly returned sunlight falls over Theo’s shoulders, making him that much easier to see. Theo turns his face up to the sun. His damp hair curls at his temples.

Despite Theo’s griping, Liam can see the wonder in his eyes, the way they glow. He looks alive. Liam thinks about how the blood inside him and the blood inside Theo must be the same, despite everything.

Liam says, “Hey. Thanks.”

Theo frowns. “Why?”

“For saving me earlier.” And the time before that. And the time before that.

Theo scoffs, and where Liam usually sees shutters falling over his face, a mask piecing back together, now he sees a hint of a smile. Something brighter, underneath.

“Whatever,” Theo says, and snatches his beanie off Liam’s head so he can ruffle his hair aggressively.

“Dude!” Liam yelps. 

Theo laughs and whirls away, tearing through the snow in a direction Liam will have to trust is home.

There’s no hesitation at all before Liam chases after him.

--

note: big ice ball inspired by the leschach entite of ffxii. because..... im a nerd :p 

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Okay okay i know i said the last request was the last request buuuuut🥺🥺🥺❤❤😳 like...... first of all i am obsessed with that series u tagged me in! Omw i am halfway through and grinning like a fool! Freaken eeeeep😳❤❤❤☺☺ Nemo darling u made my sparkle friday not only sparkle but shine!❤❤❤🌈🥺🥺 and that lil theo fic u released ❤❤❤❤🌈😳😳 Freaken swoooooons❤❤☺ hehehe like omw😳😳😳 anyways! Looks like i got carried away☺ //debates whether to carry on with original plan or not🤔🤔

Hehehe yolo here we go

Could i pretty please with sprinkles ontop

Request a fic featuring Theo van Gogh

The fics ive read have inspired

An ask i hope will transpire

Hehe okay ill stop lolol darling nemo could i pretty please request a lil fic with my darling theo❤☺ reciting some poetry hehehe i love how they just glanced over this in his route but like omw how freaken sweet and cute❤❤❤😳😳😳😳😳😳😳☺🥺 prefect man i swear!❤❤❤😳🥺

Love u lots dear! Hope u are taking care of yourself! Folding all the origami! Taking plenty of breaks and eating all the candy hehehe🥺❤❤🍨🍨🍨🍨🍨

DUTCH POETRY? Dutch poetry. I’m glad that you liked the series! I haven’t been able to sit down yet and read it, but the synopsis was really promising! 🥺🥺🥺

Hahaha, Theo would love you for the poetry! (●♡∀♡) And I adore you for always leaving me nice messages and giving me inspiration! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Stay sparkly Zeta-dearest and I shall take all the rest I need knowing that I can be at peace with a darling like you around! (*＾3＾)/～♡

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Theodor(k)us van Gogh

Prompt: Will I ever stop calling Theo, Theodorkus? Never. But the poem here is called ‘Zie je ik hou van je’ by Herman Gorter who was part of a literary/arts revolution in the Netherlands back around the time that Theo would have been alive. I like to think that Ikevamp’s Theo would approve of the man. 

That Theo was a lover of poetry was no secret other than it being an underrated fact. The framework of literature, he had called it, for it was poetry that spoke a thousand thoughts in a single word, and painted the pictures with even less. It was poetry in its earliest forms that brought forth the writers' hand and and nurtured an artists’ soul. And with the new development coming from his homeland, with the new thought developing that moved away from the old purpose of religion, Theo was all the more eager to follow and support. 

And his favourites were, as you had guessed, romantic ones. Those that described love to him, for Theo had so much of it to give. Though he hid it well, teasing with that mocking smile of his and his little endearments hidden and translated into insulting names. It made you all the more eager to ask him for a recital. For serenading he was unlikely to do, but reciting was just a question away, a request from you to him. 

When you asked Theo for a love poem the man had hesitated little, his hands clasping around your face as he pulled you closer. A twinge of mischief could be read in his face. But there was affection mostly when he held you in his gaze, thumbs running over your cheekbones as if he was about to pinch, smiling wider at the flush that built up underneath his fingers. 

[Zie je ik hou van je, (See I love you)

ik vin’ je zo lief en zo licht - (I find you so dear and so bright -)

je ogen zijn zo vol licht, (your eyes are so full of light,)

ik hou van je, ik hou van je. (I love you, I love you.)]

The words were straightforward, though still a little foreign in your ears. But it was the tone in which he whispered these words that told all of what you should know and understand about how he felt. His cool blue eyes were warm, shimmering in all what he held for you, never allowing you to escape his gaze. And as he continued he leaned in, reciting the next passage as his lips fluttered over your nose, your lips and then to your hair, in that order, the words fluttering after; 

[En je neus en je mond en je haar (And your nose and your mouth and your hair)

en je ogen en je hals waar (and your eyes and your neck where)

je kraagje zit en je oor (your collar is and your ear)

met je haar er voor. (covered by your hair.]

Your eyes were not forgotten before Theo's head dipped and he parted his lips, fangs grazing over your neck. It earned a strangled noise from you whose body responded to the promise of pleasure if he just sunk in his teeth. He didn't bite, however. Instead he moved over to your ear and kissed its shell. Deft fingers followed as he pulled out a strand of your hair and kissed that as well before returning to the spot beneath your ear, mumbling the words that belonged to the poem. 

You didn't need a serenade, or even a translation to know what the Dutchman said or felt. Not when Theo was carving every word into your skin, every move of his lips and hush of whisper followed with another fervent kiss. A confession of his love on repeat was what followed as he captured you in his arms, not intending to depart from you, or the couch on which you sat. 

[Zie je ik wou graag zijn (See I wish to be)

jou, maar het kan niet zijn, (you, but cannot be)

het licht is om je, je bent (the light surrounds you, you are)

nu toch wat je eenmaal bent. (who you are meant to be)]

[O ja, ik hou van je, (Oh yes, I love you)

ik hou zo vrees'lijk van je, (I love you so much)

ik wou het helemaal zeggen - (I wish I could say is all -)

Maar ik kan het toch niet zeggen. (but I cannot say it)]

[merrysithmas]

Theo and Pippa

Just adding my agreement to my friend @mandarinastronaut 's post about how Pippa and Theo's dynamic is unnervingly romanticized in the trailer, and adding a little meta of my own below:

It's definitely frightening how glorified they made he and Pippa's relationship appear (in the trailer at least). Theo's creepy, desperate, stunted obsession with Pippa is supposed to parallel (in a way) Boris' abusive relationship with Kotku. Theo, stagnated by his PTSD, creates an idol out of Pippa and in a way torments her and himself with it. Theo is physically inappropriate with Pippa's clothes (smelling them), her bed (sleeps in it without her knowing, cuddling all her toys), strands of her hair (saves them from the shower), admittedly changes his personality to make her like him, to the point where it is straight up alarming. We have to remember in the book Theo and Pippa spend very little time together at all, especially in childhood, where Pippa is purely friendly to him, not remembering a kiss she gave him (while drugged on morphine!!) --that Theo wipes off his mouth. Let's also recall after this Theo refers to Pippa as his "morphine lollipop" - just another one of his numbing drugs that he uses to avoid coming to terms with the past and reality. Not to mention, Theo, in an ableist manner, remarks on his preference for Pippa's arrested development from her brain injury that occurred at the museum explosion, her perpetual "child-like" state (ableist). We know he likes this about her because, to Theo, it "keeps" her the same as she was the day they met -- the day his mother died, and the day he refuses to move on from.

Boris, in a similar vein, deeply misdirected by abuse and neglect similarly treats Kotku as a possession but to divert his own internalized homophobia, even going so far as to be physically violent with her. (Theo, on the other hand, uses Kitsey to divert his internalized homophobia, but I digress). Boris does hard drugs with Kotku, insists on dating her because even though she has another boyfriend, and uses their relationship as a drug itself to avoid the truth of who he is.

Both Theo and Boris, fucked up by their own traumas and internalized homophobia, mistreat women in various ways. Pippa, a brave and smart person, recognizes Theo's unwellness and directs him elsewhere with kindness and, very much earned, impatience. Her rejection is one of the truths Theo has to face at the end of the novel as a representation of the crumbling of the fake life he has concocted in his mind. Kotku breaks up with Boris for another boy, leaving him alone in Vegas which adds to Boris' utter breakdown-- the loss of one of his many lies, all falling like a deck of cards after Theo is gone, and he is stuck with the painting, as a lonely, homeless, thief, drug addict, violently abused by his only parent.

In the trailer at least, Pippa and Theo's dynamic is so glorified from it's canon creepiness - and Pippa's agency in their dynamic which literally comes from clear and persistent rejection of Theo and her insistent pursuit of her own life, her own city (London), her own boyfriend, and her own health - that if I didn't know the creators admittedy no-homo'd a novel based on queer characters I'd guess it was hetero-baiting to get the GA to watch. I'm thinking, since that Pippa scene was really the sole peak and moment of importance in their relationship in the whole book-- and yet they chose to show it in the trailer -- that the trailer itself is misleading and Pippa does, like she does in canon, deflate his idealistic and extremely unhealthly fantasy of her at the end of the scene, allowing the narrative to move elsewhere.

Basically the purpose of this post is to point out to non-readers of the book why it is very valid to criticize the portrayal of Theo and Pippa's dynamic (NOT PIPPA herself, who is an important and good character in the novel) in the glorified sense we have seen in the trailer, when a woman (Tartt) wrote the novel specifically showing how toxic their dynamic was, mental health recovery-wise and obssession-wise, and how badly Pippa wanted to be separate from Theo and for Theo to get well on his own, and then a man (Crowley) adapted and took that toxicity (as we have seen so far in the trailers) and then, unsurprisingly, called it romance.

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (31/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to tag previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!”

A/N: Thank you for letting me take last week off. I just needed to have a bit of time to recuperate and find my inspiration for this story. At first, writing this chapter was difficult but then all these ideas just started to hit and i’m literally so excited and pumped for this season. I have a lot planned and am excited to see what you all think!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 05x01 and 05x02

With a deep inhale, you push your hands upwards, holding them out before you.

You can’t see a thing before you. Everything is completely pitch black, and in the silence you can hear, or rather feel, your heart pump erratically against your chest. You’re anxious, frightened even, but you bite it back. You need to do this.

In your mind, you envision your target; the book laying on the table adjacent to you. You practically force it into your mind, not allowing yourself to slip from thought of it as you feel the tips of your fingers tingle in response. You can do this, you tell yourself, hoping to convince yourself of that fact. All you need to do is believe in yourself and you’ll be able to do it.

So, you kick your left foot back, body tensing as you continue to envision that damned book. It’s directly in front of you, you’ve practiced this enough times to know by now. And even if it isn’t, you should be able to do it.

With one more deep inhale, a glow surrounds you. The purple hue only manages to light up the surface area around you, letting you see the wooden floors beneath you tinted with purple. You keep your eyes open, refusing to let them fall shut, and push forward with your mind, thinking of your object in hand. Your powers shoot out before you in a surge of light, hitting something and causing a crash.

The moment you let your hands fall, you turn your head over your shoulder, turning the lights on with a flick of your chin, rushing over to the table. Sure enough, you’d hit your target.

“Yes,” you cheer, a bright smile falling on your lips as you practically jump in spot. “That’s what i’m talking about.”

You did it. You’d actually done it. And sure, at this point it’d taken you weeks to actually master it, but you were getting better. If you thought about your target hard enough, you could hit them without seeing them. You didn’t have to actually see them, just know that they were here. That realization causes your entire body to feel light with relief and accomplishment. It feels like months you’ve been working towards this goal and finally, you’ve reached it.

You only wished that--

Your thoughts are interrupted by your phone ringing. It causes you to jump lightly in surprise, tucking your hair behind your ears as you glance around in search of your phone. Finding it, you rush over to it, bending down to pick it and frowning when you see the caller id. Why was Stiles calling? You don’t remember him saying anything about hanging out or meeting up--

Oh, right.

With a frown, you answer the call, placing it against your ear, bracing yourself.

“Where the hell are you!”

Pulling the phone back briefly, you glance at the time, wincing when you realize how late it already is and how late you already were. Placing the phone back against your ear, you bite your bottom lip. “I’m... I lost track of time,” you mumble, moving towards the door. “I’m at Derek’s loft now, i’ll be there--”

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Stiles says without hesitation, “i’ll be there in a few.”

Blinking, your lips part. “Okay,” but by the time you’ve spoken, Stiles has already hung up. You pull your phone away with disbelief, watching as the call ends before shaking your head.

Sure enough, no more than ten or twenty minutes late, Stiles pulls up in front of you. You step out from underneath the cover, ducking your head in response to the rain as you rush around to the passenger side of Stiles’ jeep, pulling open the door and slipping inside moments later. Stiles only greets you with a simple nod as you buckle yourself in, causing you to frown.

When he moves to pull away, your hand falling on his wrist halts him. Stiles turns to you with a frown, one that you mimic. “Stiles,” you call, your voice soft with worry. “What’s the matter?”

“What do you mean?” Stiles shrugs, turning back to the front. “Nothing’s the matter.”

“I might not be able to hear your heart beat, but I can still tell you’re lying Stiles,” you sigh, shaking your head. You let your eyes wander across his facial expression for a moment, having known the boy long enough to tell when he’s anxious and nervous and he’s definitely that right now. “Why is this thing so important to you?”

“It’s not,” Stiles shrugs once more, gently pulling his hand away to clasp the other in his lap. “I mean, I don’t know. Maybe it is.” Biting your lip, you remain silent but the look in your eyes is enough to convince Stiles to continue. “Okay, I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends.” You nod, “guess how many he still talks to? None. None. Not a single one. You know, these were his best friends and he just says he lost touch with them, you know. So, I started thinking about things like I always do.”

Tilting your head, you wince; “obsessively.”

“Yeah,” Stiles huffs, “and i’m thinking, what if... what if Scott’s my best friend now, you know, but he’s not my best friend for life?”

Slumping into your seat, you bite your bottom lip. “That just happens sometimes,” you mumble, unsure of what else to stay. “It’s just life.”

“It’s not just life,” Stiles argues, shaking his head. “It happens only because we let it happen. You know, that’s what I’m saying. How come when we graduate we’re just expected to go our separate ways? If I’ve already found the best people in my life, why aren’t I trying to stay with them, you know?”

“Okay,” you say slowly, “isn’t that the plan though? The dream?”

“The vision,” Stiles corrects, raising a brow your way. “And don’t mock the vision.”

Shaking your head, you lean forward, once again setting your hand over Stiles’ but this time, clasping his tightly. “I like the vision,” you assure, “I... I love the vision. Especially if i’m part of it.”

Stiles’ face eases, and he squeezes your hand in return.

Realization dawns; “that’s why you wanted everyone at the school tonight. Why it was so important.” Stiles frowns, “because you don’t want to lose all your friends after senior year.”

“And I hope they don’t want to lose me either.”

Smiling softly, you lean forward, pressing your lips against Stiles’. He easily returns the kiss, cupping your cheek to pull you closer as you let your eyes fall shut with ease.

However, the kiss is ended short the minute you hear rapid knocking against the door window. You jump at the noise, spinning your head over your shoulder with panic and confusion until your eyes land on Liam. He looks panicked, his knocking still consistent and with a huff and a brief glance Stiles’ way, you open the car door.

“Liam,” Stiles calls, brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

Tucking a strand behind your ear, you shake your head. “How’d you even find us?”

“Scent,” Liam shrugs, dismissing it with a shake of his head. “But that’s not important. Scott’s in trouble.”

-

“Scott!”

Your brows furrow at the sight of someone, someone you don’t recognize, next to Kira, one that immediately growls in return to Liam’s threatening one. However, your attention on him doesn’t last long the minute you feel a tightness in your throat and the sight of Scott slowly sinking to his knees, the enemy before him squeezing his throat.

You move to step forward, intent on helping your brother, but you pause when you notice Scott getting back up to his feet and the red glow of his eyes.

It breaks the arm of the creature before him, causing it to bellow out in pain and sink to it’s knees instead. Scott then pulls out the creatures claws out of his chest, easily tossing them to the floor which clatter in response. “I don’t know who you are,” Scott speaks up, shaking his head. “Or what you thought you were going to do, but i’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else, or you can run.”

“I’d run,” Stiles calls when the man turns to look your way.

He listens, pushing himself up to his feet, all while cradling his arm and proceeding to run off without so much as a minute of hesitance. Almost instantly, you rush to Scott’s side, your hand falling on his shoulder. “You’re okay?”

He nods, setting his hand over your own and squeezing, before everyone turns to the odd one out.

The boy looks to be around your age, and something about him seems familiar. But you can’t quite place it.

He smirks when he realizes all eyes are on him, and with a few short steps, he reaches the lot of you. “You don’t remember me, do you?” Your eyes squint, and you try to think back because he’s right, you should recognize him. But you only draw a blank. “I guess I do look a little different since the fourth grade.”

Then, it hits you. Your lips part; “Theo?”

Instantly, a smirk falls on his lips as his eyes slide to your own. “Hey, Y/N.”

Swallowing thickly, you take a step back just as Malia sets her hand on your arm. “You know him?”

“They used to,” Theo answers for you, “trust me, I never thought I’d see you guys again. Couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills. When I found out his name was Scott McCall, I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha.”

Shuffling slightly, Scott nods; “what do you want?”

“I came back to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family. Because I want to be a part of your pack.”

Turning to Stiles, you frown.

-

“We haven’t seen this kid in years. You don’t find that highly suspicious?”

“I’m kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me.”

Poking your head in between the two, you raise your hand. “I second that.”

Just then, before anyone can reply, Malia’s phone buzzes. Instantly, you turn to her.

Her face brightens and she lowers her phone, a look of relief in her eyes; “i’m in!”

Almost instantly, a smile erupts onto your face. Without hesitation, you step forward, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close for a celebratory embrace. “I’m so proud.” You say when you pull back, placing your hand over your heart with a dramatic pause.

Laughing lightly, Malia pulls away, smiling at you before turning to Kira; “i’m officially a senior.”

“Thank God.”

Blinking, you turn your head to the right, eyes brightening when they land on Lydia. Moving through the crowd, Lydia shakes her head; “where have you guys been? The whole senior class is here. Are we doing this or not?”

Letting Stiles pull you against him, you step in tow with him.

-

Taking the marker from Stiles’ hand, you smile at him, stepping forward. You let your eyes wander across the signatures for a moment, a fond smile growing on your lips when you notice Derek’s initials. You miss him.

Then, you pull the cap off, writing Y/F/I and Y/L/I above Stiles’. Satisfied, you cap the pen, handing it to Lydia before falling next to Stiles.

And as you watch the rest of your friends do the same, you can’t help but smile. Your final year...

-

You walk up the steps to the school with your head dipped downwards. Lost in your thoughts.

The nightmares have started again. Worst then before. But no matter how hard you tried to understand why they came back or even how, you just couldn’t wrap your brain around them. You used to get them when you were a little kid, about right after your father left. Then, one day, they just stopped. Never came back until, back when Scott had first been bitten, they’d started up again but disappeared when you learned you were a witch.

You’d thought they were related to your powers, but that didn’t really explain why you had them when you were a kid. In truth, you still didn’t know why you’d gotten them but you thought you were done. That you wouldn’t get them anymore. And yet, here they were. You’d been trying to hide the fact from Melissa and Scott, but that proved to be more of a challenge with the latter. And you knew Scott knew, of course he did. With your connection and him being a werewolf, how could he not?

Because you knew sometimes, even from all the way in his room, Scott could hear you wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Panting, sweaty and crying sometimes. Even if he couldn’t, he would just feel it, just like you feel it when he’s panicked or upset or in danger. He’d never come inside your room though, just simply sit outside your door until you fell back asleep.

At first, you’d been oblivious to it. But one morning you opened your door only to find him fast asleep right outside.

Even if you didn’t speak, even if you couldn’t see him and he never came into your room, his presence was soothing. Enough so that it helped you fall back asleep.

He used to do it when you were kids though too. When your mom moved you to separate rooms, instead of the bunk bed you used to share, Scott would still sleep outside your door, just to make sure you were okay. Even when you didn’t have nightmares and just because. It’d always been like that.

But the nightmares were getting to you, and you found yourself exhausted. All you wanted to know was why.

You refused to tell Stiles, even if he had his suspicions. You didn’t want him worrying when he had enough on his own plate. And you refused to tell your mom either. Because you didn’t want to bother them with your troubles, and you hated it enough that you couldn’t hide it from Scott.

If you could just make them stop, then–

You gasp, feeling your body collide with another. You stumble back in response, nearly tripping over your own feet, but a pair of hands catch your arms. When you raise your head, you meet none other then Theo’s eyes.

Instantly, a smile falls on his face. “Y/N.”

Pulling your arms away from his grasp, you tuck back a strand of your hair, swallowing thickly. “Theo,” you call back in greeting, your voice regrettably shaky. “Sorry. I.. I didn’t mean to bump into you–”

“No worries,” Theo shrugs, waving off your apology. “I could see you had a lot on your mind.”

You chuckle lightly, “just…” You hesitate, biting your lip. “Just a bad night. Anyways, I should really–”

Theo steps into your path when you move to walk away, causing you to take one back in surprise. You blink up at him, lips parting but before you can speak, Theo does; “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, shaking your head. “Of course I am.”

“You just reek of anxiety,” Theo shrugs, his nose scrunching slightly. “Thought i’d make sure.”

“Oh,” you say slowly, licking your lips as your gaze lowers. “Like I said it was a bad night. But… thank you for asking.”

“No problem,” Theo smirks, and you’re not oblivious to the way Theo’s eyes wander across your figure. His stare is intense, almost as if he’s trying to study you and you feel a knot well in the pit of your stomach. “I thought i’d changed a lot since grade four.”

You raise a brow at his comment, raising your eyes to meet his gaze in question. “And that means?”

“Nothing bad,” Theo assures with a laugh, one you lightly mimic. “I only meant, you’re definitely not the pig-tail, braces wearing, shy girl I remember. You’re… different.”

Chuckling softly, you shrug; “like you said, grade four was a long time ago.”

“Fair enough.”

There’s a moment of silence before you speak once again. “Anyways, like I said,” your eyes dart past his shoulder, looking for an excuse. Your shoulders fall with relief when you see it. “There’s Stiles and I promised him we’d walk to class together, so I should probably…”

“Oh, yeah,” Theo nods, stepping out of your way. “Hopefully i’ll see you around?”

You smile softly back in his direction, offering a short nod as an answer before hastily making your way over to Stiles. Stiles had already been looking at you the second he noticed you were talking to Theo and by the expression on his face when you reach him, he seems anything but pleased. Falling to a stop in front of Stiles, you let out a sigh. “Look, I just ran into him, that’s all.”

Stiles blinks down at you; “I just don’t trust the guy.”

You turn back in the direction you came, watching as Theo heads towards the school. You don’t necessarily blame Stiles for being suspicious of the guy, there’s definitely something odd about him. But, at the same time, you don’t think you should just rule out the possibility that he could really mean no harm. I mean, it has been years since any of you saw him last. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t,” you assure Stiles, turning back to face him, “just why?”

Sighing, Stiles’ eyes narrow; “you remember Theo from fourth grade, right?”

Biting your lip, you nod.

“That’s not Theo.”

-

Your head lolls, your eyes grow heavy. You so badly want to sleep.

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

Jumping, you gasp lightly, turning your head only to find Scott stood next to you. He looks worried and you can feel it deep in your own chest as he frowns down at you, biting his lip in worry. You let out a sigh, sighing as you shut your locker. “I’m fine, Scott.”

“I know you’re not,” Scott dismisses, blocking your path as you move to walk past him. Your eyes meet his along the way, shoulders falling as you reluctantly stay rooted in your spot. “Why bother lying?”

You let a hand rub across your face, licking your lips. “Because i’m not lying,” you deny, despite knowing very well that Scott can tell you are and that there’s no convincing him otherwise. You just want to ignore the conversation, because you already feel guilty enough with how much Scott has had to deal with you. But one look into his eyes and you know that, as you assumed, he isn’t buying it and he doesn’t plan to leave you alone until you just open up to him. And for some reason, anger wells within you and before you can stop yourself and think rationally, you blurt out; “i’m fine, okay? Just leave me alone.”

And Scott jerks his head back in surprise, lips parting as a wave of hurt flashes through his eyes. It almost instantly snaps you out of your revere and a frown falls on your lips, guilt flooding you.

“I didn’t mean to--”

“No, no,” you sigh, shaking your head. Frowning, you glance up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, Scott. You’re right. I didn’t get any sleep last night, or any night before that.” Letting your shoulders slump, you glance down at your feet. “It’s just starting to get to me.”

“It’s fine,” Scott dismisses with ease, smiling reassuringly down at you. 

“But honestly, Scott,” you continue, glancing up to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to always check in on me. It’s no different than before, these nightmares are just fleeting and before you know it, they’ll be gone.” Even though you say the words with hope and confidence, something tells you deep inside your gut that these nightmares aren’t as simple as you’re making them. As simple as they have been.

“What was is that you said?” Scott suddenly questions, pausing in thought, causing your brows to furrow up at him in confusion. “That we’ll always be there for each other?” Your lips part at his words, and Scott smiles faintly, letting his hand fall on your arm before squeezing it gently. “I’m always gonna be here for you. No matter what.”

And with that, your resolve falls. You step towards Scott, faintly smiling. “Thank you.”

“Come on,” Scott suddenly encourages, moving to stand next to you. “Malia and Kira are waiting for us in the library.”

-

You glance up when Stiles sets a piece of paper before you.

“So, you found something?”

“Another signature,” he nods, leaning over you slightly. “This is Theo’s dads signature on a speeding ticket from eight years ago.” Following where he points, you glance at the signature. “And this,” he turns to another paper, “is his dad’s signature on a transfer form to Beacon Hills High School from just a few days ago.”

Pursing her lips, Kira frowns; “how did you get his transfer form?”

“Did you break into the Administration Office?” Scott questions without hesitation.

Gasping, you turn to Stiles with a frown; “Stiles.”

“No, I did not break into the Administration Office,” Stiles sighs, shaking his head. But, upon the looks everyone sends him, he huffs; “okay, I might have broken into the Administration Office. Can we just focus on the signatures, please?” Setting his hands on both pieces of paper, he lines them up next to each other. “They’re different.”

“They’re sort of different,” Malia corrects.

“They’re completely different,” Stiles exclaims, “come on. Look. The garlands don’t even match, the undulations of the sinuous strokes are totally off. And look, look, perfect example of the Criminal Tremor.”

Pausing, your furrow your brows.

“So now, Theo is Theo, but his parents aren’t his parents?” Kira questions.

“Someone’s not someone,” Stiles nods. “And when I figure out who that someone really is, someone’s in big trouble.”

“But no one’s done anything wrong,” Scott reminds.

“Yet. If Theo’s parents are both psychotic killers then obviously, we shouldn’t trust him, right?”

“My parents are Peter and the Desert Wolf,” Malia speaks up, causing you to turn to Stiles in question, who, upon Malia’s words, has froze in disbelief.

“Okay,” he sighs, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration. “It’s fine. You know what? I’ll just figure it out myself,” he huffs, grabbing his papers. “Right? I don’t need you or you or you.” You raise a brow when he turns to you, daring him to speak more. He just sighs, turning.

“I don’t need anyone.”

-

Not that much later, you find Stiles is in his jeep, with Liam.

“I thought you didn’t need anyone.”

Stiles jumps at your sudden voice, turning to look at you with wide eyes. “Y/N.”

You only roll your eyes, shaking your head at him before making your way to Liam’s side of the car. “Out,” you order, nodding your head to the back seat.

“But--”

“Out.”

With a huff and a whine, Liam crawls out of Stiles’ jeep with a pout on his lips, moving to the back. You smile at him sweetly as he does so, crawling into the passengers seat yourself, ignoring Stiles’ stare as you buckle yourself in. Then, when you’re situated, you turn expectantly to Stiles who continues to stare at you in surprise.

“Let’s go,” you speak, shaking your head.

“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Liam speaks up, poking his head in between you and Stiles.

“You’re going to spy on Theo,” you say matter-of-factly, smirking at Liam before meeting Stiles’ gaze. “So, let’s go.”

Stiles’ eyes widen at your words and they flood with hope. “You believe me?”

“Of course I believe you.”

-

“I told you he was up to something.”

“We just spent three hours watching this dude play video games in his bedroom. He better be out here to cover up a mass murder.”

You smile at Liam’s words, shaking your head at him softly as you keep your gaze on Theo. But, you can’t help but briefly glance Stiles’ way, silently noticing the intensity of his stare and how tense his shoulders are. You frown softly. This was really bothering him.

“Let’s find out,” Stiles calls out, stepping around the bush. You and Liam are quick to follow him, letting Liam lead with his nose.

“Still got his scent?” You ask after a few minutes, coming up beside Liam.

“Don’t need it,” he shrugs, gesturing down to the footprints in the mud. As you continue to walk forward, you notice out of the corner of your eye Liam slow down, causing you to frown in response.

“What?” Stiles questions, turning back to him, “what’s wrong?”

Frowning, Liam glances behind himself. “I forgot, I was supposed to meet Mason at the school gym.”

“Okay,” you say softly, not oblivious to the distress in his tone. “Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

Turning to Stiles, you shrug; “anything.”

Shaking his head, Liam scoffs; “I can’t just tell him anything.”

“Why not?”

“Because I haven’t,” throwing his hands in the air in distress, Liam sighs. “I haven’t told him everything.”

“Still?” Stiles’s brow twitch in confusion, “we said it was okay.”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s not that easy.” Pausing, Liam stumbles over his words. “It’s a lot to accept.”

“He watched my dad blow up a Berserker with a land mine,” Stiles reminds, “I think the groundwork’s been pretty thoroughly laid for acceptance. Scott, Y/N,” Stiles tilts his head to you, causing Liam to turn to you as you smile encouragingly his way, “and I have been through this. Okay? More than once. It’s always better when they know.”

“Besides,” you speak up, “Mason’s your best friend, right?” Liam nods, “then he’ll understand. It’ll be okay.” With one last reassuring nod Liam’s way, you turn with Stiles, following slightly behind him. 

“But,” Liam suddenly calls, voice pitching. “What if he freaks out? What if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What if he tries to stab me with something silver? Or what if...” Liam’s words suddenly halt and there’s a loud thud that instantly causes you to pause in your step.

Your brows furrow in question, turning to Stiles briefly who meets your eyes before turning around. At first, the two of you are confused at the lack of Liam, but then you notice the hole in the ground and instantly you’re running forward. Your eyes widen in concern when you find Liam at the bottom of said hole.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Lips parting, you turn to Stiles with a glare, slapping him. “It’s not his fault, Stiles.”

“It’s just--” Stiles suddenly stops, looking past your shoulder which causes you to raise a brow. Before you can ask what’s going on, he grabs a hold of your wrist. “There he is,” Stiles whispers, turning back to Liam quickly. “Hurry up and stop screwing around.”

You move to hit your boyfriend again, but Stiles is already tugging you along to where he spotted Theo. You lean against the tree just as Stiles’ does, easily catching sight of Theo.

A minute later, Liam falls in the spot next to you.

“Try and get his scent,” Stiles orders with a whisper. “Get anything?”

As you turn to watch Theo, trying to figure out what he’s doing, you hear Liam whisper in response to Stiles’ question; “soap.” You blink, what? “It’s nice. It smells good.”

“Not his scent,” Stiles huffs, “his emotional state. Chemosignals, remember?”

“Oh,” Liam nods, “yeah. Okay.” Pausing a moment, you wait for Liam to answer. “I... He’s sad.”

Blinking, you turn to the younger boy. “He’s sad?”

“Well, not just sad...” Liam begins, “it’s more like grief.”

“Grief?”

Your eyes widen, realization flooding you when you see Theo slowly pick up out a flow from the bouquet in his hands, dropping it into the water below the bridge. 

“Oh my God,” Stiles suddenly squeaks, hastily turning and you’re quick to follow his lead, grabbing Liam by the shoulders and pulling him away. “We have to go. Come on.”

“What?” Liam exclaims, “why?”

“That’s the bridge where they found his sister,” you explain with a whisper, shaking your head.

“What sister?”

“The one that got lost and died from exposure,” Stiles answers for you, his voice considerably more panicked and pitched then your own. “He’s leaving a flower for her.”

“That doesn’t sound evil,” Liam concludes.

You shake your head as Stiles inhales sharply, “I know.”

“Um,” you suddenly mumble, having caught sight of something, or rather someone, above all three of you. “Guys.” Stiles and Liam look in the direction you point to, halting to a stop when they see Theo just like you have, watching as he jumps off the branch, landing on his feet before you.

Slowly, he rises, a smirk on his lips; “what are you guys doing?”

As soon as Theo takes a step forward, Liam steps in front of you protectively, growling. Instantly, you grab him by the shoulders, silently telling him to back down.

“Woah,” Theo chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. “Why do I get the feeling this kid’s tougher than he looks?”

“Only when we let him off his leash,” Stiles subtly threatens.

“Stiles,” Theo calls, lowering his hands. “We were in Little League together. Why are you so suspicious of me?”

You raise your head to glance up at Stiles, watching as he pauses a moment before reaching into his pocket, pulling out the sheets of paper he’d shown you, Scott, Malia and Kira earlier. “Because of these,” he explains, handing them over to Theo who accepts them with a slight twitch of his brows.

As Theo unfolds the paper, Stiles continues; “one’s a speeding ticket signed by your dad eight years ago. The other’s one’s a signature on a transfer form to Beacon High. They’re different.”

“Huh,” Theo laughs lightly, “yeah, they do look a little different.”

“No, they’re totally different,” Stiles corrects, “signed by two different people.”

“So, my dad’s not my dad?” Theo questions, raising a brow. You frown at his response, suddenly weary of where this was all going. “Like he’s an impostor?”

“Yeah,” Liam nods instantly, once again taking a step forward and in front of you, squaring his shoulders. “Something like that.”

With a sigh, Theo folds the papers back up again; “who do you think I am?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“Want me to give you a DNA sample or something?”

“No,” Stiles sighs, “I don’t have anything from the fourth grad to match it to.”

“Come on,” Theo laughs, trying to lighten the mood. You freeze when he turns to you, “Y/N, this is crazy. You have to know that.” As if on queue, Liam shuffles on his spot in front of you and Stiles shakes his head at Theo.

“She doesn’t have to know anything,” Stiles dismisses, narrowing his eyes at Theo.

Shoulders falling, the smile falls from Theo’s lips. “You know, Stiles, I came back here for Scott... but I also came back for you.” Your frown deepens at his words, eyes narrowing, similar to Stiles. “Someone like you. Someone who’s willing to walk into the woods in the middle of the night to protect his friends. I don’t have anyone like that, but Scott does.” Turning to Liam, Theo shrugs; “you all do. I know i’m in the right place. I’m meant to be here. I’m meant to be a part of this pack.”

-

“Find anything?”

You blink at the sound of Scott’s voice, finally raising your head as you glance up at your brother. He’s leaning against his bike which is parked next to Stiles’ jeep. 

At his question, Stiles inhales deeply, shaking his head, “nope.” He says simply before walking forward, opening up the door to his car and slipping inside. With a simple sigh yourself, you briefly nod Scott’s way as he makes his way to Stiles’ window, slipping into the passenger side yourself just as Liam calls out;

“I fell in a hole.”

His attempt at lightening the mood fails, and Scott only turns to Stiles; “it was the bridge where his sister died, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was,” Stiles sighs, “very embarrassing. So we are gonna leave now.” As he turns the keys to turn on the engine, it only sputters. Stiles’ face falls and he sighs, stopping. “Son of a... Liam,” he calls, moving to step out of the car. “Get in the car and turn the ignition when I say.”

As Scott and Stiles make their way to the front of Stiles’ jeep, pulling open the hood, Liam listens to Stiles’ instructions without fault, slipping into the car beside you.

A moment later, Stiles calls; “try it.” The engine only sputters in response.

Then, suddenly, without warning, a sharp pain radiates in your head. It causes you to gasp slightly in pain, not loud enough for Liam to really pay mind and as a conversation between Stiles and Scott progressively grows more tense, it seems to fade to the back of your mind as the pain becomes increasingly more and more unbearable.

You’re lost in your own head for the next few minutes, a tingling, unexplainable feeling washing over your entire body. It’s like this pounding in your head, one that repeats over and over again and it hurts so much your eyes clench shut tightly. Your hands reach for your head, practically digging your nails into your scalp, causing you to cry out in pain.

It’s then that Liam notices there’s something wrong, having been distracted by Scott’s and Stiles’ conversation before. His brows furrow at the sight of you curled into yourself, seething in agony. Not to mention, there’s a purple hue that surrounds you, almost as if some sort of protective barrier. He reaches out to touch you, though hesitant, his lips parting to call out for your name. You either don’t hear him or don’t respond and just as the tips of Liam’s hand reaches you, the loud bang from Stiles slamming his hand against his car causes him to pull back.

He pauses a moment, turning to the front in confusion and uncertainty, but he hears Scott ask Stiles if he’s okay and then offer to take his pain away, so Liam let’s his focus fall back on you.

“Y/N,” he calls once more, his voice soft and unsure but flooded with concern. “Are you--”

You suddenly turn, opening up the door to Stiles’ jeep and practically sprinting out. Liam’s lips part in response, watching as you sink to the ground, falling to your knees. Despite having already caught their attention, Liam calls out for Stiles and Scott, running out of the car himself and around, only to pause by you.

You don’t notice Liam, Stiles and Scott circled around you. A pit of heat starts to grow within you and you feel yourself shake, it slowly becoming increasingly worse and worse. You don’t hear them call out for you in worry, nor do you notice Stiles cry out in pain as he reaches out for you and the touch of you causes him to fly back, landing on the ground with a thud.

You’re unaware of all that surrounds you as the pit of heat grows hotter and hotter. You don’t notice the slight affect it has on Scott. You don’t understand what’s happening and it almost feels like your head becomes a jumbled mess as you begin to lose control of yourself.

What’s happening to me?

Then, suddenly and without warning, it feels like something clicks. Your lips part and a heart-wrenching scream tears through your lips. Your head tips back as you scream, your body tensing completely, every muscle becoming frozen in place.

When it finally stops, you slump forward, out of breath. Your surroundings slowly fade back in and as your eyes water, curling into yourself, it’s a moment later that Stiles, Scott and Liam feel it’s safe enough to step towards you. You don’t notice it until a hand falls on your back, causing you to flinch violently in response. You move to pull away from the touch, but pause when your eyes meet Stiles’.

“Hey, hey, Y/N... It’s okay. It’s just me.”

You fall back on your butt, glancing up at Stiles and then past him towards your brother and Liam. They stare down at your in concern and worry, and also confusion. But it’s the slight fear in their eyes that crushes you. The absolute uncertainty of what’s just happened. It breaks your heart.

A sob leaves your lips and you fall against Stiles without warning. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. And as you do so, Stiles glances back at Liam and Scott, silently asking the same question that was on all of their minds.

What was that?

But you already knew. Derek had warned you about it before he left.

You were losing control of your powers.

-

“Is she okay?”

Slowly, your eyes blink open at the sound of Noah’s voice. 

There’s a pause and you can feel both Stiles’ and Noah’s eyes on you as Stiles sighs. “I think so,” Stiles whispers, his voice unsure. “I mean, I hope so. I’ve... I don’t even know what happened.”

“Well, just let her sleep, Stiles. She seemed pretty upset when you brought her in.”

“I’m just worried about her.”

Once again, you let your eyes fall shut in shame.

“I know, son,” Noah whispers, and subtly, your grip tightened on Stiles’ pillow, your eyes watering. “Just don’t leave her side. She’s gonna need you when she wakes up.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

-

Part 32?

Let me know what you thought?

Tag List: @potterheadbbc - @sunsetblake - @mythicalamphitrite - @loverofwaytoomanythings618 - @minuteandahalf - @mnk - @gazebros - @colie87 - @quilliamfears - @quellum - @pessimisticbullshit - @kaylinfayezink - @maiabiovillage - @tr1chst3r - @arkcangel - @quirkytwinkles - @thegirlwhoimagined - @noones-girl1980 - @illumminated - @fairchild345 - @all-will-be-well-love - @animemes-trash - @starryrevelations - @literallyhelpme - @theskytraveler - @jinandtion1c - @ilovemymoose - @bibliophilesquared - @stilessarcasmqueen - @mersuperwholocked-lowlife - @newtsshelbys - @wyattgoleft - @pancakefancake - @saturno-in-the-night - @pizzamelon7384 - @riskregretting - @mdgrdians - @ravenclawnerdfromnarnia - @franchisefan14 - @lovingpeterparker - @audreysduvxl - @kararanae23 - @alioop3818 - @a-gir1-has-n0-name - @andyl394 - @sclestial - @jayymocha - @2ptonpt - @itsfangirlmendes- @deafeningmusicdetective - @alex–awesome–22 - @nicholerodz  - @kellbell44- @serrahruby - @agentmarvel13 - @egg-in-a-spork - @nickigv - @vxidnik - @marvelousgab - @emmaleighrose- @danielag1969 - @digicharr - @shantayok - @cherry3bombshell - @thatprofessionalfangirl - @itsjaynebird - @grippleback-galaxy - @dafukbish - @randomfanfictiontime - @unicorn-sparkles123 - @sammyrenae68 - @myfanficlibrarium - @liveforthenight130318- @booknymph02 - @smileyouresopretty - @fionnthebandersnacc- @voidsarahh - @kal-pal - @darlingimmafangirl - @burningmusicmarchi - @celacaveremo - @maolhy71706 - @supernatural-kinda-girl - @wherever-life-takes-us - @natalien-92 - @letmebeyoursforever - @lonelyforeverlina - @parkerschurros - @seninjakitey - @runway-to-my-aid

[fanfickittycat]

The Price

TITLE: The Price CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 AUTHOR: fanfickittycat CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Roman Godfrey x OC GENRE: Romance, Smut FIC SUMMARY: Ginger makes a deal with popular bad boy Roman, if he helps her up the social ladder by pretending to be her boyfriend then she’ll be his dog in return RATING: M AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Things go from great to terrible in .2seconds

Chapter 7

The Snow Ball marked a turning point in our relationship, and for once I wasn't the only one who noticed it. Roman was more playful now, more prone to banter than orders. Of course he didn't drop the 'dog act', and would still sometimes insist on calling me 'puppy', and make me beg for things. We had driven nearby the park and Roman had mock sighed.

"Ah, darn! I forgot to bring a frisbee" which had earned him a withering stare from me.  

"Just kidding puppy" he said, laughing when he saw my face "we all know how bad you are with anything that involves sports."  

Things seemed to be going well. Dare I say, the first emergence of an actual relationship could be found, and though Roman hadn't kissed me since that night he had still become more affectionate than before. With the pressure of Ashley's immediate presence gone he was free to hold back from the petting and touching, in fact, he could have stopped the charade all together, but he didn't, and I didn't want to say anything. I liked everything the way it was. My standoff with Ashley had meant that I had earned the respect of some of my peers and was actually starting to make real friends. This level of attention was far superior than the one of being allowed to sit with Ashley at lunch. I was starting to gain a reputation as the alternative queen; the kinder, friendlier version of Ashley. Even my schoolwork was going smoothly and I was becoming more and more confident in my decision to carry on French at university level. This last point, though positive in it's own way, also ended up derailing my relationship.

"Fancy meeting you here" Roman leaned one arm against the metal locker next to mine "you ready to go?"

"Roman" I sighed "I told you I have tutoring today."

Roman closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his forehead "aw shit, I totally spaced. You're teaching the peasant children of Hemlock Grove how to speak French."

"What can I say? I'm a generous noblewoman."

Roman took the same hand that was resting against his face and ran his fingers through his hair "so, like, how long is this thing meant to be?"

"An hour" I said "you don't have to wait up or anything."

Roman shrugged "I'm sure I can amuse myself for an hour."

I laughed, shutting my locker and heading to the library with Roman at my side "what're you going to do? Smoke a cigarette really slowly? Braid Peter's hair?"  

"In honor of you I'll French braid his hair" Roman quipped with an easy smile "who's the imbécile you're teaching?"

"No idea, I lost the paper with the details. All I know is that we're meeting in the library."

"You sure you didn't eat it? I hear dogs love chewing up things like homework, a note isn't too far away." My appalled expression was met with poorly hidden laughter from Roman that made Mrs. Finch frown in disdain at us. I nudged Roman to make him stop but he only nudged me back playfully.  

The library after school was a slow affair. The languid sounds of pages turning, and the occasional cough made up most of the sound. There was a low buzz of chatter from the section of the library dedicated to group work, and I made my way over to the tables hoping that someone would recognise me. Despite Roman's earlier plans of playing hair stylist with Peter, he followed at my heels, curious no doubt as to who I was tutoring.  

"Hi" Theo awkwardly waved, sticking his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. Even though I couldn't see Roman, I sensed the tension in his body.

"Hey" I said, trying to remain somewhat casual even though our history was less than favourable.  

"Um, you're meant to be my French tutor, but I could talk to Mr. K and switch to Henry."

"No" I said, more firmly than I meant to "I mean, it's fine. We're just here to help improve your French and it'll help you get better and it'll look good on my transcript so..." I trailed off and instead punctuated my sentence with a quick shrug of the shoulders.  

"Ginger" Roman murmured, sounding annoyed that I would suggest it.

"It's just tutoring Roman" I said, surprised by the scowl on his face "it's just an hour."

He chewed the inside of his cheeks, making his already prominent cheekbones look sharper than before "whatever. Do what you want." He turned and disappeared into an aisle, leaving a painful silence between Theo, me, and the rest of the study groups.  

"So... How's your grammar?" I said, quickly taking a seat and bending down to take out my books and pencil case.

"It's bad" Theo said bashfully and I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's okay, we'll work on it."  

The hour was spent going over the different tenses and how it affected a sentence. Although I still felt vaguely uncomfortable sitting across from the boy, who not months ago, had reduced me to tears I tried hard to maintain a professional demeanor. I had Theo write out the different endings to use when a verb was affected by tense and kept my head down most of the time. I only looked up on a few occasions and would see Roman glowering by the bookshelves, not pretending to do anything besides monitor me. It felt so restrictive that I kept my gaze off of him and on Theo instead. I was thankful that he at least was trying to make the situation less weird.  

"You've really done me a solid, Ginger" Theo said, gazing at his new notes.

"Just doing my job" I said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Also, thanks for being cool about this" he said, tucking away his books "I know it must be hard because Godfrey's going to give you shit for it."

"No, he won't" I said, though it was unconvincing "he's just... concerned. I'll explain that it's all fine now and it'll be okay."

"Knowing Godfrey? He's going to lose it."

"Theo" I was starting to get annoyed "you have to give Roman more credit than that."

"I don't know what you see in him."

I groaned "I thought we just patched everything up."

"I'm just being honest" he raised his hands "he's just the worst okay? He walks around like he's prince of this town, he only cares about himself, hell he's probably just using you."

"You're obsessed with this conspiracy" I spat "maybe that's how you see him but I don't; he's way more than that, but who cares what I think? He's probably just using me anyway!" I stormed away, taking a twisting route through the aisles to try and find Roman but it seemed like he had left. I was irritated that Theo couldn't let the issue go. I pulled the strap of my bag impatiently, walking down the halls fuming. I opened the double doors of the school's entrance and cursed under my breath at the sight of rain. I fumbled in my bag for my umbrella, annoyed at Theo and more annoyed at my inability to locate my umbrella.  

"Ginger, wait" Theo's hand touched my shoulder and I flinched.

"Leave me alone Theo."

"I just wanted to apologise. I'm sorry, I always seem to say the wrong thing to you."  

I softened slightly "you certainly have a knack for it, I'll give you that."

"I just think you deserve someone better" I met his gaze, scared of what he would say next. His mouth opened to say more but Roman's shout made me jump in surprise and turn around.

"Ginger!" He stood in the rain, shooting daggers at us and I pulled out my umbrella, rushing over to him.

"Roman, I thought you left I-"

"Car. Now." The words came out from his gritted teeth which my shoulder's slump. He got annoyed when I struggled to keep up, and so irked by how badly I held the umbrella that he pulled ahead and walked in the rain to his car. He didn't open the door for me. Instead he just sat in the driver's seat for a few seconds, letting the raindrops run off of him and I watched him nervously.

"Roman" I said softly but he interrupted me by sticking the key in the ignition. He kept quiet when driving and the uncomfortable, near nauseated feeling I got when we first made our deal revisited me; crashing over me like a wave of distress.  

"So what? He's your new boyfriend?"

"What, no! He's just some guy I have to tutor. You know that."

"I know that he's got a hard on for you. I know that you're such a stupid fucking dog that you're naïve enough to think otherwise."

"You're being infuriating" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest "Theo doesn’t like me!"

"Open your eyes, Ginger!"

"I don't understand what you want from me, Roman" I said, angry tears filling my eyes.

"He likes you. You insisted on staying to tutor him, so obviously you feel something for him too. I think this seems pretty open and fucking shut to me." He broke hard outside of my house.

"God, Roman! I don't know if this is because you have no real friends, but if you want to actually have some then maybe you need to stop being so paranoid!" I didn't wait for his response and instead got out of the car, making sure to slam the door shut and running through the rain to my house without looking back to see if Roman was still there.  

I was done with him once and for all.

[fanciful-follies]

"guess who bought silly string!?" hamburr

As Aaron slides his key into the lock, he can already feel the stress of the day leave him. The office had been hectic but Aaron had managed to slip out early, and he was looking forward to just eating dinner and then maybe curling up on the couch with Alexander, watching whatever Disney movie Theo was obsessed with this week.

But then Aaron pushes open the door, and all fantasies of a relaxing evening with his husband and daughter come to a crashing halt, crumbling right before his eyes.

Silly string. Silly string everywhere.

The door closes a little too loudly behind Aaron, but he barely notices, his eyes too busy looking at the walls and carpet, both of which have strands of pink and blue silly string clinging to them. This is a nightmare. Aaron thinks he might pass out. 

But before he gets the chance, Theo is running out of the hallway in mid-laugh, spotting Aaron and running over to him with an excited screech.

“Papa!” 

Then Aaron’s legs are being attacked with all the force their three year old daughter can muster, and Aaron is still recovering from the shock as he leans down to pick her up, not really looking at her. But then he feels something sticky as he shifts his hand to her back, and his eyes take in Theo’s full appearance.

There’s silly string on her clothes, on her hands and face, in her hair, and Aaron groans, unable to return the wide smile Theo is giving him.

“Papa!” Theo says again, clearly not understanding the small crisis occurring in Aaron’s mind. “You’re home early! I love you!” She leans in and kisses Aaron on the cheek, making a loud smacking sound. “Guess what?” She whispers, looking gleeful. “Me and Dad had a party.”

“I can see that,” Aaron says weakly, glancing around the room once more before looking at Theo. He’s not sure which sight is worse. “And where is your Dad? Hm?”

Theo looks around, twisting in Aaron’s grasp, a look of concern crossing her features. “I don’t know! Maybe…maybe he’s hiding?”

“I bet he is,” Aaron tells her seriously, starting to walk further into the house. “I bet he’s hiding. Should we find him?” He smiles as Theo nods excitedly. “Where should we look first?”

Theo ponders the question, brows furrowed. Then she claps her hands, and Aaron winces at the sound it makes when the silly string covering her hands smushes between her palms. “The bedroom!” She says confidently. “We were just having the party in there!”

Aaron pauses his steps, having to take a long, deep breath before continuing. “Were you? How nice.” Aaron walks down the hall towards his and Alexander’s room, noticing that the door is closed, but he can see the shadow of Alexander’s feet through the crack at the bottom.

Aaron sets Theo down. “Why don’t you go knock? Hm?”

She nods and sprints to the door, banging on it with closed fists and Aaron groans when he sees some of the pink silly string stick to the door. “Dad! Dad come out so Papa can have a party with us, too!”

“Yes, Alexander,” Aaron calls out. “I’d love to hear about this party.”

“O-oh,” Alexander stammers from behind the door. “I’m actually all partied out, sorry! So…so maybe another time!”

Theo frowns at the door, and Aaron waits with raised eyebrows. A few seconds later Theo bangs on the door again. “No!” She cries. “Dad, I want Papa to have fun with us, too! Please?” She leans closer. “Pleeeaasseee?”

The door creaks open slowly, and Alexander peeks out, guilt and apprehension written across his face as he tries to smile at Aaron. “Heeeyy,” he says, keeping his eyes on Aaron as Theo hug his legs. “You’re, ah, home early.” He says the words with much less excitement than Theo had earlier. “Uh, surprise?”

Aaron sighs through his nose, eyes trailing up and down Alexander, who is also covered in silly string, much more than Theo. “What the f-” He stops, eyes flicking to Theo. “What exactly happened today?”

“We went shopping!” Theo says, and Alexander nods, seeming happy to let Theo do all the talking, but then he slumps under Aaron’s gaze.

“She got restless,” he explains with a whine. “We played outside and did nap time, but then she just got upset and the only thing that calmed her down was the idea of going shopping. So we did. And well, guess who bought silly string?” Alexander does a sad attempt at jazz hands, wilting further when Aaron just stares.

“It was fun!” Theo chirps, and Aaron smiles down at her.

“I’m sure it was,” he says. “But now it’s bath time, okay? For you and your Dad.” He wants to stick out his tongue at the pout Alexander gives him, but he refrains, figuring that would be childish. Instead turns and heads back into the living room, rubbing at the back of his neck as he considers what to do.

He gathers up the cans of silly string he can find, getting more frustrated at each one he spots. Five total so far, and that’s just from one room. Aaron gives up quickly, feeling a little too overwhelmed at the idea of cleaning it all. So he cleans none of it.

Alexander is quiet through dinner, looking like a sad puppy with his hair dripping onto his forehead from his bath. But Theo is all smiles and chatter through dinner, and Aaron allows her to watch half of Lilo and Stitch before getting her ready for bed. When he’s done reading to her, he walks back into the living room to find Alexander standing there, still looking guilty.

“Don’t hate me,” he says immediately, eyes wide as he looks up at Aaron. “I didn’t mean for everything to get so messy.”

“Why didn’t you just do this outside?”

“We did,” Alexander tells him, running a hand through his hair. “But then she ran inside and I chased her and then she sprayed me first and obviously I had to retaliate and then it just…you know, escalated.”

“Escalated,” Aaron repeats, not even able to look at the mess again. He thinks it’ll be ingrained in his mind forever. “Our house is a disaster, Alexander.”

“I’ll clean it! I promise. Don’t be mad.” Alexander steps closer to him, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s shoulders. “I am sorry,” he murmurs, but Aaron gives him a disbelieving look. “I am! I mean, okay, it was fun, but I am sorry. Plus you got home early, never gave me a chance to clean it up.”

“Right, right,” Aaron says. “It’s my fault.” But he wraps his hands around Alexander’s waist, tilting his face down slightly to press his lips to Alexander’s. “You drive me crazy.”

“I know,” Alexander responds, sounding smug.

“Not in a good way.”

“Oh.”

Aaron chuckles despite himself, kissing Alexander again and sighing against his lips. “Whose idea was it anyway?” He asks. “To buy the silly string?”

Alexander purses his lips at the question, eyes darting away, and Aaron just laughs, shaking his head as Alexander ducks his in embarrassment. “It looked harmless,” Alexander grumbles, capturing Aaron’s mouth in another kiss, probably trying to get him to stop laughing.

“So did you,” Aaron teases, laughing again when Alexander nips his jaw in retaliation. “Well, now we know, no more silly string.” He rests his forehead against Alexander’s, letting his eyes slip shut as a yawn escapes him. He hums and goes in for one last kiss. “I’m going to bed.”

Alexander’s eyes light up at that, and he presses himself against Aaron. “I’ll join you.” He tries to lean in further, but Aaron stops him, taking a step back and biting back a smile as Alexander looks at him in confusion. 

“You can join me after this mess is gone.” Aaron gestures around the living room, unable to keep his smile back when Alexander gapes at him. “Goodnight, Alexander.” He takes a few more steps back, Alexander spluttering in front of him.

“But…this is so unfair!”

“Seems fair to me.”

“You’re the worst,” Alexander mutters, crossing his arms.

“The faster you clean it, the sooner you can join me.” 

Alexander glares at him, but then he’s uncrossing his arms and heading to the kitchen, grabbing paper towels and running them under water, grumbling the entire time.

Aaron is tempted to stay and watch, but eventually he turns and heads for their bedroom, already starting to undress, the bed calling his name.

It’s barely an hour later when the door is banging open, Alexander breathless but smiling when Aaron looks up from the book he’s reading. Then Alexander is on him, kissing him deeply and Aaron fumbles in the bedside drawer, making Alexander hum.

Aaron’s hand closes around what he’s looking for. He cracks his eyes open to make sure Alexander’s are closed, and then he brings his hand up, and he presses.

“What the fuck?” Alexander exclaims as blue silly string hits him, and he falls back off of Aaron, putting his hands out in front of him to try and block the assault, but Aaron keeps going, not stopping until the can is empty.

“Blue looks good on you,” Aaron says as he grins down at Alexander, laughing when he just stares up at Aaron wordlessly. Aaron reaches out and pats his cheek, making sure to rub the silly string in.

“I hate you so much,” Alexander breathes out, chest rising and falling, but then he’s laughing, too, and he reaches out to grab at Aaron, pulling him down to kiss him despite the silly string in their way. And Aaron lets him, not caring either, not when Alexander is kissing him like this.

Then Alexander is pulling away, trailing his fingers over Aaron’s cheek where he can feel the silly string clinging to him. Alexander smiles, eyes crinkling around the edges, and Aaron feels his heart stutter, just like it has since the first day he met Alexander.

“Blue looks good on you, too.”

[theos-rp]

ACCEPTED

Congratulations Mira Kana, you have been granted admittance to the Island. Please add our moderator account within three days or your face claim will be reopened.

OOC Name / Alias: Selina/ Lina

Are you 18+?: Yes

Time Zone: GMT +8

Do you understand that this roleplay is an 18+ environment, and that you may be exposed to explicit material, mature content, or triggering themes? 

Yes.

Is this a second character? (Please also list your first character here, as well as the admin that approved it – or just say the mod did!)

Yes, approved by the Mod.

First Character: Althea Karalis IC Face claim / Group/occupation: Crystal Liu Yi Fei/ Actress Chosen Name: Mira Kana Son/Daughter of: Mania/Lyssa, Goddess of Insanity and Madness House: Corinthians

Writing Sample:

Mira was on the rise to become the top actress in the industry–but yet, there was something missing that she couldn’t seem to fill in her gaping heart.

It just wasn’t fun any longer to just watch her fans go crazy over her (really, no pun intended), the fact that she could direct their obsession to herself turning out more mundane now that her goal to reach the top had been simply met.

She needed something different. Something new.

After all, it was interesting planting that seed of obsession and insanity and watch it blossom into something entirely chaotically new.

So she started simple. Not the people around her, of course–it had to be people she was not close with. Like the rookie actress that saw it fit to compete with her two doors down the room.

Her fingers lightly grazed the elbow of the actress that she had targeted, picking a strand of hair from the woman and grasping it in her palm with a sweet but airy smile.

“There’s something on your shoulder.” She brushes off the tendril of stray hair, her touch gliding gently across the woman’s skin.

She burns that strand of hair together with another male actor’s photo, as well as her own, a wide smile across her face as she watches the embers of the photographs burn. … Its only a few days later that the media blows up with news of scandals, the fanatic and atrocious behaviour of the rookie actress against the newest rising male star and Mira herself causing an uproar in the crowd.

“Always learn to retreat at the right times to strengthen their doubt, my pet.” Her mother’s teachings echo in her ears, and Mira smiles tearfully at the audience of reporters and fans, announcing her indefinite hiatus whilst she mentally recuperate, sealing the young rookie’s fate in  a tomb with a soft smile and sweet words.

Its time for her to leave. Momentarily.

Mira smiles at the figurine of her mother above the fireplace smugly, long lashed eyes sharp and burning with the strangest desire.

“Send me to that place you talked so much about–Theos, Mother.”