#theo is a thief

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Chapter 13

in its entirety.

The estate was quite nice. Draco appreciated the abundance of trees and debris blocking a clear path from Flamel’s home to Zabini’s.

“So many windows.” Granger expressed with a bit of awe in her voice. Windows, for a home, were good. They let in natural light, prevented the place from feeling drab and dreary.

But for their purposes, there were just a bit too many, for Draco’s liking. He would make sure to charm them all to prevent anyone from seeing in.

“The kitchen!” Ginny gasped to Granger, and the girls immediately started to explore the cabinetry and refrigerators. It was fully stocked, of course, which Draco appreciated.

“There’s a gym in here!” Harry announced from down the hall during some point of the tour led by Zabini himself. “And a pool,” Seamus had exclaimed as he looked out the massive windows overlooking the terrace and outdoor pool.

Theo rolled his eyes, often, as Zabini continued to charm all his newest tenants with the vast beauty of his (second)home.

Draco had these sort of luxuries before in his life. A time that, now, seemed so long ago. Granted, he wasn’t hurting financially as a grown man free from the constraints of a pureblood high society.

He had quite a bit of money in the bank and he did well for himself(obviously). But it wasn’t anything compared to the wealth he might have gained if he had agreed to marry Astoria. If he had gone through with it.

Granger found him in the kitchen sometime later, pulling a pack of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry.

She smiled at him and it was that bright, open smile he had become accustomed to. He had to admit, as he leaned his hip up against he grand kitchen island and watched her open the fridge, that he had had a moment of doubt last night. When her eyes had, for a brief moment, showed him something more than the usual light and joy that she exuded around him.

He had been openly flirting with her. Both he and Theo had been and it was the first time she looked flustered around them. The first time she had looked withdrawn. Even if it was for only a second.

She pulled out a bowl of fresh blueberries and strawberries and set it on the kitchen island in front of him. Her brow lifted before she accioed the cookies and sent them back into the pantry.

“Here,” Her hand pushed the bowl closer to him.

Draco grimaced but obeyed. He picked up a fat little blueberry and popped it into his mouth.

Draco watched her as she ran a hand over the counter, appreciating the intricate veins of white marble beneath the surface of the rock. He appreciated the way her lashes fanned over her cheeks as she stared down. The slight curve to her nose. The beauty mark on the the side of the bridge, near the corner of her eye.

“My family disowned me,” He said it, without really understanding why. But something about this house and the way she seemed to admire the beauty of it propelled the truth from him.

Her eyes lifted to his and they were wide with surprise.

“Because of Astoria,” he added before biting into a strawberry.

“Even your mother?”

Talk of his mother wasn’t something he did openly. Or even at all. Not in at least fifteen years. Whenever anyone of his family came up, he usually clumped everyone together into the same category. His father, his grandfather, cousins...his mother.

Because, while she had not openly expressed that he should be cut off, his mother had not fought his father. Who was viciously angry with Draco, of course. His mother had been disappointed, cried even, when he had returned to the manor after running out on Astoria. But when his father swore to disown him, she had said nothing and Draco had accepted it as his fate.

“Even my mother.”

She frowned and glanced down at the bowl of fruit he continued plucking through. “Why did you wait until the day of the wedding?” Her voice was gentle but cautious.

Draco chewed on a strawberry as he considered the promise he made to himself the other day. The day he had learned something about her she hadn’t herself shared.

He swallowed and shrugged. “I was only twenty and I was terribly stunted, emotionally that is.” She almost smiled and so he did. “Still am.”

Granger shook her head, her lips pulling up. “Aren’t we all?”

Draco nodded and looked down at his fingers as they picked up a blueberry, rolled it around between them. “I was ordered to do things, sometimes by my own family, that I never wanted to do. And the day of the wedding, I realized that it was just another thing I was being ordered to do. I was going in, blind. I realized that the rest of my life was going to be a series of things I didn’t want to do. So, I began to panic. Hyperventilate, twist your stomach in knots until I puked kind of panic. You know it?”

She nodded furiously, her lip caught between her teeth. Her bright eyes on his.

“Theo found me like that. On my hands and knees, in front of the toilet. Instead of trying to talk me out of marrying her, or trying to convince me that everything would be fine, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to Monte Carlo.”

“And you did.”

He nodded. "Not initially. I walked up to that alter, and stood there, watching her walk toward me. Then I turned to Theo, who was still standing at my side and told him that I wanted to go to Monte Carlo." He frowned, sheepishly.

"I could have been more honest with Tori but,” he paused and looked around the kitchen. The crown moldings, the large windows and fancy appliances. “She was already planning on building a home like this.” He gestured to the kitchen around them. “She was planning what kind of charity events we would go to, where to donate our money. It was like listening to my mother talk. And Just like my mother, she was also trying to ensure that my family remained in good standing, socially. And my mother was doing it, so that my father could continue to do what? Be vile? I don't know. I might be a thief but don’t want to be vile. Not anymore.”

Granger shook her head.

“I was vile to you once upon a time.”

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head. Granger’s hand reached for his. “You’re not vile.”

He smiled at her as he continued to graze and they shared a moment of quiet as her hand remained clinging to his.

“Theo is my family.” He said, smiling gently at the confession. Because no matter what, through every shitty decision Draco made, and every life altering event, Theo had been there.

“I obliviated my family.” Was her response. “When I was seventeen.”

“Because of...?” He didn’t finished. He still didn’t speak the dark wizard's name. Not out of fear, nor respect. But out of shame for a past he was unable to escape, no matter how hard he tried.

She nodded. “They don’t remember me, or who they were. I tried to reverse it but,” She shrugged. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were downcast, in shame. “I don’t have any family.”

“You do, though.” He turned his hand, so that their palms were pressed together and his thumb began to soothe the backs of her knuckles. “You have Potter and Ginny.”

She shook her head. “I sometimes have Harry.” She paused and watched as she threaded their fingers together. “I have Theo.” She admitted it, quietly. Cautiously.

“And you have me.” Draco lifted their linked hands to his mouth and grazed the tips of her fingers to his lips. “You and I have been through the wringer, yeah? I was, at one point, unworthy of your affections.”

She put his hand to her cheek and leaned into it. “Not anymore.”

Granger’s bright, brown eyes settled onto his and he knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was between them would ignite. It was like a fuse, slowly initiating a charge between two explosive components.

There was something inside of him that was growing and gnawing at him. It was uncomfortable and exciting all at once. He wanted to wrap his arms around his chest and keep whatever it was, there. Because really it felt like it might burst out of him one day. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.

Theo erupted into the kitchen, sufficiently pulling their eyes away from one another. But Draco didn’t let go of her hand. And that micromomentary look from last night was back. Only, it wasn’t so micro. It remained, etched into the corners of her eyes and heavy in the deep set of her brows as they pulled down in thought.

Draco realized then, that it was concern! she felt.

“Does that man ever get tired of blowing his own trumpet?” He paused when he saw Granger. “Granger?”

She lowered her eyes to the floor but Theo moved fast, and his hand was on her chin, guiding her eyes back to him. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?” His voice was low and soothing. They flicked to Draco and back to Granger.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” Theo teased gently as his hand smoothed over her hair, the curls that smelled like sweet tangerines but her hand remained firmly clasped in Draco’s.

“Potter already threw his fancy cloak on and is testing out the boundary line between Zabini’s wards and Flamels.”

Teddy sulked into the kitchen, appearing very much dejected as Theo continued to pet Granger’s hair from her face while Draco continued to play with the tips of her fingers. Brushing them over his lips over and over.

“What’s the matter, Teddy?” Granger asked, that concerned look erased from her face.

Theo slid his arm around her shoulders and scoffed. “He’s mad because we wont let him go with Harry to check the wards around Flamel’s home.”

Teddy slid into a stool at the island and sighed. “I didn’t mean to fuck up.”

“Teddy,” Granger chastised.

“But we got the cross in the end, right?” He reached for a strawberry. “I learned my lesson.”

Draco looked at the boy, considered the young mans eagerness to prove himself. “But, you don’t need to hide under a cloak, Teddy.”

He scoffed and stuffed the strawberry into his mouth.

“Though,” Draco tilted his head. “I do wonder...if I asked you to morph into, I don’t know,” He paused and grinned. “Theo, for example. Could you?”

Teddy looked at Draco with interest and nodded. “Yeah.” He jerked his head at Theo. “Even his distinct eyes.”

Granger snorted and turned her head, stifling her laughter into Theo’s chest. Theo grinned proudly down at the top of her head.

“Well, then cousin, it seems that I have just the job for you.”

Teddy visibly pepped up and

The Potters entered the kitchen with Seamus.

“Zabini left.” Seamus said as he slid into a stool at the massive kitchen island.

“Finally.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“As you well know,” Ginny began to rifle through the cabinetry, pulling out pots and pans. “I am a mother and Harry is a father.”

“You don’t say.” Draco grinned and nipped at the tips of Granger’s pinky.

“And children, you know, they grow hungry.”

“Where are your children?” He tilted his head to look at Harry.

Harry slid into the stool beside Teddy. “They’re with George and Angelina. But I’m due to pick them up.”

“And?” Theo looked bored as he prompted them to get to their point, his fingers now combing through Granger’s soft curls.

“I’m going to bring them here for dinner.”

“Your children?” Theo shook his head. “This isn’t a place for children!”

“Oh, come now, Theo.” Draco was now looking over Ginny’s shoulder as she began to assemble produce onto middle of the island. “This place is perfect for them. There’s a swimming pool, lots of beds and I think there’s a swing set somewhere on the premise.”

“Are you suggesting we have a sleepover with the Potter children?”

Draco shrugged and reached for a juicy looking cherry tomato. “What do you think, Granger?” Draco asked her.

She nodded before she turned her gaze up to Theo who groaned, clearly outranked.

Draco chuckled and reached for another tomato as Ginny set down a stalk of celery.

Her hand smacked his greedy fingers away. “Go wash your hands if you want to help.”

“Help?” Draco watched her tie an apron around her waist.

“Yes, quick. I need you to start tenderizing the brisket.”

He frowned and stepped back, slightly appalled, dropping Granger’s hand. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ginny shooed him over to the sink prompting him to wash his hands.

But it was Granger’s laugh that launched him into action.

Dinner with the Potter children was a lively and educational event. For example, Draco learned that children tended to ask a lot of questions but didn’t ever actually wait for an answer. When Theo or Draco would attempt to answer the youngest's questions about their time as Slytherins, their words were lost to the musings of his own time in the Dungeon common room.

Often, conversation was lost to the chatter of the three children or the little bickering that would occur between the two boys. Teddy and their eldest, James, often fell into deep conversation about other children at school, mainly other witches.

But the Potters didn’t stay over at the massive house. Instead, Ginny forced the children to clean up the dishes before saying goodbye to each adult in the room. Draco never considered children before, but when he watched the way Granger beamed at the little ones, combined with their rather amusing antics, he started to understand the appeal. 

“It’s going to take at least two days to break those wards.” Granger said after dinner from her spot on the corner of a desk in one of the three studies in the manor.

Harry had told her that Flamel’s wards went at least 400 km out from his property line in every direction. Except for where his and Zabini’s property line met.

The group had tried the other two and found both of them lacking in comfort.

Theo was pacing the bookshelves on the east side of the room with a frown. “There’s no personality to these books,” to which Seamus snorted. Theo flipped a hand toward the shelf. “It’s all generic crap. Leather bound academic journals and I honestly think some of these are props.” He pulled a random book out and made a show of opening one. It didn’t open. He tossed it over his shoulder, and into the fireplace. “Prop.” He said in confirmation.

“This desk is too high.” Granger’s feet were dangling rather high from the floor.

Draco grinned because in his study, her feet didn’t reach the floor either, but she could easily slide onto it when she wanted.

He would most definitely not go down on her in this study. But he would most likely kiss there. Here, in this study, or in the kitchen, or the gym. In the halls in between each rooms.

Adjusting himself in the chair behind the desk, Draco frowned. “This chair doesn’t recline enough.”

There was, however, plenty of candy in the house. Draco had found a dish of squishy, fruity bear-shaped gummies that he found to be more enjoyable than the Flavored Beans he normally kept in his home.

Teddy was sprawled out on a chair, his feet propped on an ottoman. “Leather seats” he shuddered and shifted.

Draco lifted a brow at him.

“Too sticky.” He supplied with a grimace.

“I can probably weave a hole into the section of ward that butt up against Zabini’s.” Granger continued to muse.

She had that book in her lap. The one she was writing in back in his study. It was closed but she kept playing with the edges of the pages, as if eager to open it up.

“Theo and I can help while Seamus gets his station set up.” Draco nodded to where Seamus was currently tapping away at the keyboard.

“What about me?” Teddy asked as he fidgeted in his chair. The leather creaked and moaned beneath him.

“You’re going to disguise yourself as one of Flamel’s guards. As one of his guards, you’re going to find your way into his home and learn the ins and outs of the staff.”

Granger looked at him in alarm. “That’s risky.”

Teddy sniffed. “I can handle it.”

“Like you handled the museum alarm?” Theo frowned at him as he moved toward the desk.

“Teddy can handle it. Can’t you, cousin?”

Teddy grinned at his cousin with confidence. He jumped from his leather chair and nodded. “Don’t look so worried, aunt Hermione. This is my specialty.”

Draco realized, as Teddy swept from the room that he did have family but it wasn’t a family he grew up around. He had grown up around Theo and even Granger. His aunt Andromeda was not someone he knew. He wasn’t allowed to know her as a child but now, thanks to Potter and Granger, he was beginning to know someone who shared his blood. Someone who didn’t care what kind it was that ran through their veins.

Theo slid onto the other edge of the desk and eyed the book in Granger’s lap. “What is that you got there?”

Her fingers tightened around it and pulled it closer. “It’s my journal.” She sniffed, her chin jutting out.

“Liar.” Theo snorted.

It was true, he had seen her scribbling in the pages but when he had peaked over at the book, there was nothing but blank pages in front of her.

“You’ve charmed that book.” Draco noted as he picked out a little red bear.

“What do you write into that little book that has caused you to charm it?” Theo leaned closer as if eager to snatch it from her grasp. “Dear diary, today I got to hold Draco’s hand. I wondered what it might feel like on my bum.” Theo pitched his voice to try and match Granger’s range. “Dear diary, I found myself thinking of Theo’s distinct eyes while touching my—”

“Theo!”

Draco laughed openly at the blush that spread quickly from her cheeks to her neck. Seamus shook his head as his fingers stalled over the keys of his laptop.

“You’re a pig.” She sighed and opened the pages of her book. But Draco could see the deepening of the blush as she avoided their eyes'

Reaching over the desk, she grabbed a quill and began to scribble onto the page.

Hello, Harry. The words she wrote faded and began to reform text.

Hey ‘Mione. Did you see the note I sent earlier?

Draco hummed in appreciation. She had somehow charmed this book and allegedly one in Potter’s possession to pass notes without them ever being discovered.

“That’s quite useful.”

Granger nodded. “I thought so. I got the idea from Tom Riddle’s diary. Harry and I use it to pass information about the sex trade. He’s recently been tipped off from his contacts in South America that there has been an increase in activity over the last week with Flamel’s people.”

Theo scoffed. “And everything you write just vanishes?”

She nodded, clearly quite proud of herself.

“How come you and I don't have one?” He pushed his lip out in a pout.

“Why would I need one of these with you? We’re together every day.”

“Not at night.” Theo murmured with a sniff, causing Draco to chuckle.

“So, Flamel’s already moving to replenish his...inventory.” He noted gesturing down at the book where Harry’s handwriting had already vanished.

Granger grimaced. “Looks like it.”

“And you want Zabini to befriend him...” Draco started.

“So that he can be invited to one of these parties.” Theo finished.

She nodded. “I think that it may come in useful to have someone we know welcomed into the fold.”

Draco plucked up an orange bear and nodded as he leaned back in the chair. “Clever girl.”

Granger grinned and closed the book.

“I still want one of these.” He tapped on the cover of the book. “I’d never grow tired of it.”

“You’d end up abusing it.” Granger snorted.

“Writing to her at all hours of the night.” Draco agreed.

“Telling me how much you miss me.”

“Oh, you’d love it.” Theo swatted at the air between them. “Get Draco one, too. We could three way.”

Granger giggled, shaking her head.

Seamus sighed loudly and stood from the couch, holding his laptop. “Why don’t the three of you just do it already? Get it over with, so I can bloody concentrate!”

All three watched him stalk from the room, disappearing down the hall that led to one of the other studies, leaving Granger to erupt into a snort that quickly devolved into a hearty laugh.

Theo met Draco’s eyes and grinned.

[considerthehairpinturn]

theo + boris

the goldfinch, donna tartt/ vampire empire, big thief

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

This song is so boreo coded and I'm crying I love them too much they make me sick

[beesgav]

Theo has a pretty sizable collection of French comics and Olivia's into nerd stuff

[outcastpack]

What this a moodboard based off the pic from yesterday yes yes it is

[finneytheghost]

Theodore Barclay is the love of my dreams

[krys-loves-otome]

Different Universe, Same Love: Magic AU

"Oi! Broer! Hondje! We need to reach town before sunset! Hurry it up back there!"

"Okay, Theo!" Vincent called back, holding out his hand to the little healer mage, Abby, at his side, helping her step over a low branch that would have tripped her.

"We've still got plenty of daylight left," he reassured Abby, "Theo's just worried about us using up too much of our energy from the fighting earlier."

"How are you holding up? You used a lot of mana in that last fight against the manticore."

"I-I'm okay." she said, "I still have one more potion left in my bag so that should hold until we reach town."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale and your hand feels very warm."

"Mhmm!" She nodded with a smile.

Vincent still tightened his grip on her hand, keeping to her pace.

"This path is so beautiful…" she said absentmindedly, admiring the colorful flowers.

"Yeah," Vincent said, "if we weren't in a rush, I would have liked to paint them."

Vincent glanced ahead, seeing Theo talking to Arthur. Or bickering, with the way Theo was scowling and the eternally mischievous grin on Arthurs's face.

"But, we do need to conserve our strength and resources. Perhaps I can ask Theo if we can stay in town for a few days, so I can paint the flowers with you, if you'd like."

"Really? I would-!" She fell forward, Vincent's surprisingly strong arms for his class, catching her before she hit the ground.

"Careful!" Vincent helped her to stand upright, brushing her bangs out of her face, his hand lingering on her forehead.

"…Theo, Arthur!" He called, taking Abby's staff out of her hands. "Take our staves. Abby isn't feeling well."

"V-Vincent, I can-"

"No way, Hondje." Theo took her staff, noting her flushed cheeks. "You pass out and we're all in trouble."

"You sure you don't want one of us to carry her, mate?" Arthur offered, "Magic users aren't exactly known for having great strength-"

His words vanished on his tongue as Vincent easily into his arms with a tiny squeak from the little bird. Theo smirked.

"He might be an elemental mage, but Broer has strength to match any brawler or sword-wielder. And beat them."

"Bloody hell," Arthur whispered, staring in disbelief. "Guess… there are exceptions."

"Naturally." Theo said proudly , then turned back to Vincent. "Do you want to rest here?"

"How far off is the town?"

"We can make it there in less than an hour, if we move fast."

Vincent nodded.

"Keep an eye out for fever reducing plants, both of you. Maybe even a restoring fountain if we're lucky."

They also nodded and turned to move on ahead.

"Vincent, I… I'm so sorry…"

"Rest, schatje." Vincent said, readjusting his grip for speed and followed Theo and Arthur at a brisk pace. "We'll find an inn to recover in once we get to town. You'll be good as new then."

Abby laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

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Another entry down! Only one more to go!

I know the prompt said circus/magic au, but I couldn't think of much for the circus theme, so I just went with my first thought at seeing magic, which was a sort of OG Final Fantasy kinda setting.

Many thanks again to Mo (@xxsycamore) and Julie (@queengiuliettafirstlady) for hosting this event once again!

Also, Happy World Watercolor Month, I'm gonna try to do most of my July artworks in watercolors (with help as needed with pencils and digital effects that I couldn't replicate in analog).

[gghoulish]

makes me wonder if it's 2024 or 2016, if i'm considering making a whole blog for an oc

anyway i mentioned him a few times not by name but here he is, his name is sai

[diivinesmite]

Adding onto my point about bands: I think a lot of Big Thief’s stuff is also very boreo coded. I think about them and Masterpiece a lot

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

@ginger-eddie-enthusiast HELLO BESTIE I KNOW YOU CANT SEE THIS AT THE TIME OF POSTING BUT. HI. WE CAN BE WEIRD TO YOU ON TUMBLR NOW !! HURRAH

[theoretical-tactician]

You go girl! Stare at those crates!

[elliebyrrdwrites]

just a snippet.

Chapter 13 and 14 are complete and things begin to fall apart at the gala.

He smiled and batted his eyes at her. “Jealous, Granger?”

She scowled at him, only confirming his suspicions.

Theo snorted and stumbled backwards, clearly still drunk. “She was threatening Draco.”

“What?” Everyone said at once.

“She knows about the Wand.”

Granger shook her head as she mentally began to calculate how that was even possible. She gasped, slamming a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gods! I didn’t reset the ward!”

Draco nodded and Theo reached for her hand. “It’s okay, Granger. I forgive you.”

She yanked her hand free and pointed a finger at her. “Well, don’t. Because I haven’t decided if I forgive you.”

Theo choked around several coughs before he put a hand over his heart. “Moi? Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?”

“Pansy.” She said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t Know,” he frowned and eyed her. “Are you jealous? You look jealous.”

She scoffed and threw her hands up in the air. “I need to get out of this stupid dress.”

Draco wanted to help her. “Don’t worry about Astoria, Granger, I’ll take care of her.” Pansy, however, might present a problem, he thought as he watched her pace the floor, sufficiently flustered.

[serialgirlposter]

Honestly i'd rlly like to play the new final fantasy but the racist comments of the producer are really putting me of. I wouldn't buy square enix games directly form them in the first place and i know it's like a company wide issue. Idk i wish people would actually talk about this. It's a huge problem in kh as well.

[crazysleepydreams]

TO STEAL A THIEF’S HEART

Soooo still no-beta´d so be nice I really don´t wanna die like Hans…. I'll ask my other Beta if they are interesed in this story if not it has been proof read by the awsome @inflation-of-mind

Summary: Deborah DeVries wasn’t anything special, the only thing special about her was her genus friend Theo that worked for Gruber´s: Constuction & Security! She wasn’t even supposed to go with him to the bowling alley to meet his friends/co-workers, but that did happen and her life turned chaotic from there….. A Die Hard AU. What will change once Hans falls in love: will it end as a fairy tail or will it be doomed from the start?

CHAPTER 7

Hans kept his eyes on Karl and Deborah as they were congratulated for their victory and later when his friend left her with the growing group he observed her: he had to admit that she was more than just pretty… but all he knew was that she was kind to strangers without a reason, that her eyes were a beautiful shade of green and that she was friends with Theo and Karl apparently.

“Hänschen!” Karl’s voice interrupted his musings and soon he felt an arm sneak around his shoulders. He knew that there was something going on: there was something in the blonds' actions and in Tony’s who had followed his brother.

“What do you want?” Hans remained calm and gave his friend a small smile while he saw ice cold eyes locking with his own, if it weren’t for the practice he had his smile would have turned brittle.

“Look Hans, your thoughts are getting into dangerous territory: stop now while you can.” Karl ordered him with a gentle yet firm voice, this did two things: it frustrated and confused him.

“What are you talking about Karl?” He asked while he did his best to keep his voice friendly and steady: he also made sure that Deborah wasn’t close by.

“She isn’t your type my friend and I don’t want to hunt you down when you inevitably hurt her feelings.” As the blond said this keeping his own voice friendly Hans felt the hand that rested on him squeeze his shoulder in warning way.

“What are you going on about?” He asked with clenched teeth.

“Hans: you are here only for a couple of months, she isn’t some girl that will giggle at everything you say and smile prettily for you because you have money, you are a serial dater it surprises me that there isn’t a gorgeous blond with you tonight and most of all she just met you at this party… there is no way she will accept going out with you.” It looked like Karl had more to add to his list, but didn’t, none knew if it was due time or him trying to spare his friends feelings.

“You're implying that I’m a total arse and that she`s out of my league?” He asked, offended.

“No, that is what you are willing to make out of it. I’m only saying that she is one of the best women I know and that she deserves more than any of us, she would only end up hurt. So I’m telling you: Hans don’t, she has suffered enough already. Don’t take what I say as a challenge: now I’m going to get some drinks for Deborah and me.” And with those words Karl left him, Hans signed and closed his eyes to fight a headache off.

“Hey, may I know what that was about?” Asked Tony kindly, sitting down next to him.

“Well I have just been told by your brother that I’m a serial dater and too much of an arse to get a nice girl.” He resumed the talk to his younger friend and was surprised when the younger man started to laugh: he raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend's attempt to compose himself.

“Don’t look at me like that Hans: it has been ages since you put any effort into any relationship! And you have turned into a pretty selfish man… it surprises me that you hadn’t noticed yourself!” He could at least console himself with the fact that his friends didn’t sugar coat his behavior to him: was all he could think of as he took a sip of water.

“I hadn’t noticed Tony…” He confessed softly.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it Hans: I mean you date a girl for fun and they know there is no need to pretend you are something you aren’t. It's been a while since we have talked like this: just about something casual. I almost forgot how nice it was…. So do you know why brother dearest decided that now was a good moment to tell you so?” Yes I think I do was what he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and shook his head before grinning at Tony.

“I dunno: I mean it's your brother you should know why he does what he does.” Was Hans' response instead and at that Tony laughed some more before chatting more about everything and nothing.

The rest of the night was a haze to Hans: he did his best to be a good host and he smiled at all the right moments, but he started wondering when he had started changing and how he hadn’t noticed: would he have known any of this if it hadn’t been for this party? Or for James ditching it? And what did Tony mean by that it had been a long while since had spoken: he spoke with him almost daily… didn’t he?

Hey guys, so finally I've posted a new chapter Kudos to me! Please leave a comment.Also if You want to read the previouse chapter you’ll be able to find them under the #To Steal A Thiefs Heart

[beesgav]

Decided fuckit, time to make actual references for these two

They’ve changed a ton but I’ve had these guys (in some capacity) since I was legitimately 12. They’re twins, they’re from Canada, they’re separate classes w differing mechanics but I imagine they can switch out for each other as needed. I have loose ideas for what their gimmicks would be but no idea what weapons they would have.

+ alt with swapped uniforms:

[outcastpack]

This pics giving me like mafia theo vibes or like thief/con artist setting vibes.