#theo tug george

[toast-com]

Theodore and Co!

[titaswrld]

seventy-six percent

description: your boyfriend hasn’t fucked you in weeks and you’re tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!

paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!

contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v

w.c: 1.1k

|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.

“cmon, fred, please? it’s been weeks. i’d do it for you, you know?" you’d said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you don’t know why or what’s gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldn’t encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.

although, now that you really think about it, it might’ve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that you’d probably last longer than him without sex.

you lied.

you’re growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but it’s not the same; it’s not him. you can’t put up.

“you’re absolutely nuts if you think i’m going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!” fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “you think you know a gal,” he tutted, shaking his head.

you’d pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. “i’ll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and george’s pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.” you’d said with a pout.

“how about covering the cost of my funeral?” he’d deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, you’d thought. i guess i’ll have to…

“fine! i’ll do yours and george’s homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesn’t do anything rash.” you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least you’ll finally get some dick.

fred’s lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!” he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.

you’d sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. it’ll be worth it, you told yourself.

this might, hands down. be the best you’ve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.

you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldn’t cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!

after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.

fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.

“madam?” he’d said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.

“no, but really. you do look good. i’d say there’s a great probability you’re getting laid tonight, with my help especially.” he’d said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.

“a girl can hope!” you’d whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.

“this is ridiculous!” you whisper-yelled into fred’s ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadn’t seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing together—nothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still haven’t seen theo.

“i know, you’d think he’d show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.

theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol he’d had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldn’t even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasley’s ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? that’s enough.

theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.

“you’re coming with me,” he’d said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, you’d said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. he’ll be just fine. he did his duty, and you’ll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.

“fuck, theo.” you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.

“you like that? or would you rather have fred’s cock pounding into you like this? huh?” theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.

“no— no no theo baby please. just you, only you.” you’d babble, hating the feeling of emptiness he’d left you with.

theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. “that’s what i thought.”

all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.

you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. you’d managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonna—“

“cum, cara mia. on my cock, baby.” theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.

“theo!” you’d screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.

god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.

[raekensluver]

moonlit confessions

description: connecting with theodore nott after escaping the chaos of a slytherin rager.

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: partying, late night confessions, drinking, mentions of alcohol, smoking.

song rec: i'm yours by isabel larosa- "nervous, trip over my words, you're so pretty it hurts."

w.c: 1.4k

an: in my slump era....

the room was a blur of motion and color, the air thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and the haze of cigarette smoke. the pulse of the music thrummed through the floorboards, setting a rhythm that seemed to dictate the movements of the slytherin students as they danced and cheered. you leaned against the cool stone wall, watching the game of beer pong unfold with a detached amusement. mattheo and blaise were a formidable team, their laughter echoing off the walls as they scored point after point, while pansy and draco's competitive banter added a sharp edge to the atmosphere. it was the kind of party that you used to love, but tonight, it all felt a bit too much.

you decided to take a break from the chaos, making your way through the crowded room, looking for a familiar face. your eyes scanned over the faces, some flushed with excitement, others with the beginnings of a hangover. lorenzo berkshire caught your gaze from across the room, his dark eyes twinkling as he leaned in to whisper something to the girl he was flirting with. you rolled your eyes and continued your search for theo, wondering if he had retreated to one of the quieter corners to escape the cacophony.

as you moved through the party, the twins, fred and george, intercepted you with mischievous grins. "looking for someone?" fred asked, his hand offering you a beer. you took it, smiling politely. "theo nott," you replied. "ah, the mysterious one," george said with a wink. "last we saw, he was playing hide and seek with a group of his adoring fans." they both chuckled, their playful teasing a welcome distraction.

you thanked them and continued your search, the music's bassline vibrating in your chest. the party was in full swing, but theo's usual charm and presence were nowhere to be found. the crowd grew denser, a mix of laughter and shouts as the game grew more intense. you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve and turned to see luna lovegood, her eyes wide with curiosity. "have you seen theo?" you asked, raising your voice over the din. she tilted her head, considering for a moment before pointing towards the balcony doors. "i think he went outside," she said, her voice delicate as ever.

you pushed through the crowd and stepped into the cool night air, the stark contrast from the stuffy room making you gasp for breath. the moon was high and full, casting a soft glow over the grounds. you spotted theo immediately, leaning against the castle wall, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. he looked lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

his posture was relaxed, but there was a tension in his shoulders that spoke of his discomfort with the raucous festivities inside. you approached him slowly, the gravel crunching under your feet. "mind if i join?" you called out, your voice low and gentle. he glanced over, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "thought you'd be in there, cheering for the champs," he said, nodding towards the party.

you took a seat beside him, the cold stone wall biting into your back. "not really my scene tonight," you confessed, taking a sip of the beer that had grown warm in your hand. "yeah, me neither," theo said, taking a long drag of his cigarette. the silence between you grew comfortable, filled only by the distant sound of the party and the occasional hoot of an owl.

theo's eyes flickered to you, the embers of his cigarette casting a warm glow on his face. "you okay?" he asked, his voice genuinely concerned. you shrugged, feeling the weight of the night's expectations lifting. "just needed some fresh air," you replied, watching as he exhaled a plume of smoke. the air around you felt charged, as if the very molecules were holding their breath.

his gaze searched yours for a moment before he spoke again. "it's not easy, is it?" theo said, breaking the silence. "keeping up with all of this." you knew he wasn't just talking about the party. the unspoken understanding between you grew stronger with every shared glance. "sometimes i feel like i'm drowning," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette. "i know what you mean," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. the warmth of his hand found yours, and for a moment, you felt like you weren't alone in the sea of noise and expectations. "theo," you began, but he leaned in, cutting off your words with a kiss.

his lips were warm and firm, the taste of tobacco faint on his breath. his ring clad hand slid up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you would slip away. you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the suddenness of the kiss taking you by surprise. but you didn't pull away. instead, you melted into him, the warmth of his embrace a comfort you hadn't realized you needed.

his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. theo's other hand rested on your hip, grounding you as the world around you faded away. the music and the laughter were just a distant echo, the only sounds that of your mingled breaths and the crackle of the cigarette between you. it was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party just a few feet away.

you pulled back, your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide with surprise. "theo," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. he looked at you, his own eyes dark with something unreadable. "yeah?" he responded, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk that was all too familiar.

you opened your mouth to speak, but the words got tangled in your throat. his beauty had always been a silent punch to the gut, leaving you struggling to breathe, let alone form coherent sentences. "you're just… so pretty," you stumbled out, your eyes flicking down to his chest, where his shirt lay open, revealing a hint of his collarbones. it was a clumsy compliment, but it was all you could manage.

theo chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "thanks," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. he took another drag of his cigarette, the orange ember burning brightly in the dark. "you're not so bad yourself," he added with a wink. the confidence in his voice made your cheeks burn even hotter.

you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting to him. the warmth of his body was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into it, craving more of his touch. his hand on your neck had left a trail of fire, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if he kissed you again.

the silence stretched out, filled with unspoken thoughts and racing hearts. you felt your cheeks heat up as you stumbled over your words, trying to find the right ones to express the tumult of emotions churning inside you. "theo, i… i just…" your voice trailed off, and you bit your lower lip, feeling your heart thud in your chest.

his smirk softened into a gentle smile, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. the touch sent an electric jolt through you, and you leaned into it, your eyes searching his for any sign of what he was thinking. "i know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in your very soul. "i feel the same."

you took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne and the night air swirling around you. it was a heady combination, making you feel both lightheaded and grounded at the same time. the party inside beckoned, the music and laughter a siren's call that you couldn't ignore. "we should get back," you murmured, not really wanting to leave the sanctuary of his arms but knowing that you couldn't hide away forever.

theo nodded, stubbing out his cigarette against the wall before standing up. his hand found yours, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through you as he pulled you to your feet. "yeah, we don't want to miss the grand finale," he said, his voice teasing. you couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you easing slightly as you allowed him to lead you back into the mayhem of the party.

[hp-hcs]

I don’t know what came over me but this came to me in a dream, Yandere Theodore x Male Reader x Yandere Enzo. The reader is notoriously oblivious like cannot take a hint unless you kiss him and even then he still might not get it. In my dream Theo and Enzo were all over him with affection and then he would be like “wow you guys must love affection! I’ll gladly do that for my friends! :D” in my dream he was a Gryffindor but you can put reader wherever.

it’s literally me 🥹 you could make out with me and i’d still be like “im so glad we’re such close friends!”

also this is like really short but wtv

requests open

our dumbass darling — yandere! theodore nott x gn! oblivious! gryffindor! reader x yandere! enzo berkshire

warnings: implied sexual content? (no detail, post-sex scene)

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“And Snape was like- oh! Hiya, Teddy!” You giggled when Theo wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, and picking you up to spin you around once before setting you back down.

“Come along, love,” Theodore said smoothly, shooting Neville Longbottom—whom you’d been chatting with—a rather dirty look.

You had to jog to keep up with his long strides, glancing behind you apologetically at Neville. “Teddy, slow down, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, darling. Just don’t like other boys… looking at you.”

You giggle, scrunching up your nose. “Well obviously other boys are gonna look at me, Teddy. This is a big school, and it’s common courtesy to make eye contact with whomever you’re speaking with.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled, putting an arm around your waist as you walked, his hand low on your hip.

“You’re the only one who does,” you shake your head. “None of my other friends are as overprotective as you.”

He scoffs. “What can I say? I’m just a really caring… friend.”

~~~

“Y/N! There you a- whose sweater is that?”

You look down, smoothing your hands down the front of your red knit sweater with a large golden ‘G’ on it. “Oh! George Weasley’s. He took me to Hogsmeade today, isn’t that sweet? He wouldn’t let me pay for my own butterbeer either! And then it got a bit cold, so he loaned me his sweater. He is just such a good friend, isn’t he?”

Enzo stared at you for a long moment, as if he was trying to tell if you were joking. “Right. Friend.”

You nod obliviously, grinning cheerily.

“Well I don’t like it,” Enzo harrumphs. “Red’s not your color.”

“I’m in Gryffindor, Enzy.”

“You look better in green,” he insists, tugging off his hoodie and handing it to you with an attempt at a charismatic grin. “Now, why don’t you take off that, and wear this instead?”

You shrug, pulling on his hoodie over top of George’s sweater. “I can layer up.”

Enzo frowned, but at least his hoodie—his Quidditch team hoodie with a large BERKSHIRE written on the back—was covering up that horrendous ‘G’.

~~~

“Good morning, Teddy!”

“Morning, love.”

Draco pretends to swoon as you reach across the table to grab a piece of toast. “Oh! Teddy~”

Theodore has the most humorless expression on his face, his distinct ‘dead eyes’ looked like they were plotting his murder as his gaze swung over to Malfoy.

Draco shut up quickly.

“You don’t ever get to call me that,” he says gruffly. “Only they can.”

Draco nods mutely, staring resolutely down at his plate and avoiding all eye contact.

~~~

“Hi, love,” Enzo sighs, flopping down on his stomach onto the library’s couch, his feet hanging off the edge and his head in your lap.

“Hi, Enzy,” you murmur, not looking up from your book as you start carding your fingers through his hair.

He lets out a pleased purr, his eyes falling shut.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a bit before Enzo suddenly speaks.

“Go out with me.”

“Out?” You ask, puzzled, as you look away from your book and down at him. “Out where?”

His eyes remain closed as he mumbles into your stomach, “Fortescue’s?”

“Sure,” you shrug. “I love ice cream. Ooh! We should invite Panz and Matty too!”

His eyes open slowly and he sighs. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m asking you out on a date. Romantically.”

“Oh!” You look bewildered. “Oh- no one’s ever asked me out before.”

“Yes they have. Like, multiple times a week.”

“Really?” You look absolutely stunned.

Enzo rolls over to lay on his back, his head still in your lap and looking up at you. “Are you even… aware that Theodore likes you?”

“Teddy?”

“Yeah, darlin’. Teddy and I’ve both been in love with you since like, first year.”

“First year?!”

“…yes, love. I’m pretty sure ninety-five percent of the school is under the impression that we’re dating.”

“What??”

“I literally kissed you at the Yule Ball.”

“I thought that was in like, a friendly way!”

“How??”

~~~

You pant heavily, sweaty and exhausted but content. Theo’s chest heaves with exertion as he rolls over onto his stomach, tossing an arm over your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck.

Enzo follows suit, pressing a kiss to your forehead and settling down beside you, his fingers drawing random shapes on your outer thigh.

You wait a moment before asking, “So does this mean you guys are like… into me?”

“…Y/N.”

[uniquedinosaurdreamland]

Lionesses x Reader

-Spiderman and Cinderella-

Cute little start to a maybe series xx

Lionesses x Reader, Lionesses x R!Children!

🌷

Your whole life was flipped upside down at sixteen. You were on your way to become an amazing football player, playing the the U17’s Lionesses as well as in the Liverpool Academy and were deemed one of the best upcoming players. But It all went down hill when one night at a party you got drunk, slept with a guy and before you knew it, you were standing in a bathroom with a positive pregnancy test staring right back at you.

Conversation after conversation followed with family, friends and staff about what to do next. You had managed to contact the boy from that night only to get ghosted and to find out he had left town the next week with his family.

You support system was made up of the best people in your life, being there with you through everything even when learning that it wasn’t just one baby but two. Nine months later your beautiful twins were born, Theo Luka Y/L/N coming out first followed by his sister Maisie Luna Y/LN. Your heart was full from the moment your babies were placed into your arms and you knew you would give them the world and more.

Nobody expected you to return back to football but just four months later your were back in the academy, juggling school, football and your twins but in the end you made it work. Now fast forward three years with your two bundles of joy now being three years old you were on your way to your first senior call up for the England National team.

You were the last to arrive at St George's Park due to having two bubbly, energy filled toddlers who refused to wear anything beside a Spiderman costume for Theo and a Cinderella dress for Maisie. Arriving just in time for dinner, you left your bags as you were notified someone would take up to your room that only held you and the twins.

There was no time to be nervous when entering the dining hall, having two of the most extroverted toddlers ever they didn’t waste anytime in rushing through the doors and towards the food. Taking no notice of the many eyes that snapped to the two toddlers, like always in their own little worlds.

“Slow down guys, I will get your food. Be patient please.” You ran in after them, smiling apologetically at the chef who didn’t know what to do with two kids babbling at him in a toddler language he couldn’t quite understand.

“You got some energetic kids there.” You turned around to the voice of Sarina, smiling as she pulled you into a hug before bending down to the twins levels. “Hi, my name is Sarina. What are your names?”

Maisie and Theo looked up at you simultaneously, making sure to give them a small nod to tell Sarina their names. “Spiderman” Sarina let out a laugh at Theo’s answer.

“Well nice to meet you Spiderman, and I am guessing you are a princess.” Sarina turned to Maisie after shaking Theo’s hand gently.

“I am Cinderella.” Maisie said poking out her chest in pride, you couldn’t help but smile as your new coach stood a curtsied to Maisie, the toddler letting out her tiny giggles that never failed to melt your heart.

Sarina stood with you as you grabbed plates and filled them with food you knew Theo and Maisie would like, lucky for you they were absolutely angles when it came to eating, when they were younger both of them even ate dog food for you childhood dog that was set out at your parents home.

“Two hands.” Placing the tray carefully into Maisie’s hand. Unbeknownst to you Leah and Lucy had stood from their respective tables and made their way towards the group of you.

“Need a little help there mister?” Leah bent down grabbing the tray from Theo’s hands to her own as he saw the young boy struggling. “You wanna come sit with me, I’m Leah.” Theo once again looked warily at the blonde stranger reaching behind him to tug you shirt, causing you to turn around.

“Hi.” You couldn’t help but be awestruck at the two world class defenders in front of you, managing only a small greeting.

“Hi, I’m Leah I can take this little guy to come sit with me.” The blonde greeted showing off her trademark smile.

“Oh god, you really don’t have to.” You said shaking your head knowing Theo was in his most energetic mood and he was eating his dinner which meant he was very messy.

“Mummy I want to go.” You looked down surprise at Theo.

“Okay then off you go, I want all the veggies gone when I come check.” Not another word was uttered from your three year old as he happily took Leah’s hand as she led him to her table that sat Keira, Georgia, Beth, Jordan and Katie. You didn’t even notice Maisie was already sat at a table with Lucy, Rachel, Millie, Mary and Alex.

“What just happened?” You said to no one in particular, Sarina laughing and patting your back.

“You got free babysitting, just go with it.” Sarina smiled before making her way back to the staff tables.

You didn’t have to worry about where to sit cause as soon as you turned around from grabbing your plate the loud voice of Ella Toone rang out calling you over to sit down at a table that held herself, Alessia, Lotte, Esme, Lauren and Chloe. Your nerves shattered away as you fell into a comfortable conversation with the group of girls, not taking any note to the conversations your twins were having with some of Englands best.

“Is your Mummy good at football?” Rachel asked Maisie who was stuffing her face with food, sat comfortably in her chair that had four cushions stacked to keep her in level with the table.

“My Mummy is the best, she gets all the balls in the net.” Maisie smiled at Rachel who she had now named Ra-Ra, the three year old having a nick for coming up with nicknames for people with names she deemed to hard or long to say.

“She sounds pretty good.” Millie smiled at the little girl across the table.

Back at the table Theo was sitting in he was telling a long story about how he was going to be the best football player ever. “What position?” Keira asked the boy, who thought about his answer for a sec.

“Keeper like Jordan Pickford and Mary Earps.” Theo replied with a big smile on his face.

“Yo, Mary you’ve got a future keeper here, says he wants to be like you and Pickford.” Georgia yelled to the table Mary was sitting at, she caught Theo’s eye giving him a big smile and thumbs up.

“Theo what happened to becoming a striker like your mum.” You said to Theo having caught wind of the conversation that was happening across the room.

“Keepers at the unseen hero’s of the game.” You jaw dropped as the three keepers around the room cheered at your son’s words.

“Who told you that? also your veggies better be done.” Your son’s face dropped from his sly smirk into a annoyed face as he looked down at the broccoli and carrots on his plate that you knew for a fact he did like but just didn’t eat it straight away to annoy you.

Having lost track of the time as everyone sat and talked you looked down at your phone to see it was the just about time to put the twins to bed, knowing they were bound to crash soon you knew it was time to get them to bed.

What you hadn’t expected to see when you stood up to grab the two toddlers were both of them fast asleep Theo in the arms of Beth and Maisie asleep in the lap of Millie, looking tiny in comparison to the brick wall.

“It will never seize to amaze me how they always fall asleep with everyone else but me.” You smiled at Beth who gently passed Theo into your arms.

“You’ll be back down right we are all just hanging out down in the team room.” Leah asked before you could step away from the table.

“As soon as these two are settled I will be back, by the looks of things I will be back very quickly.” You smiled at the table walked over to the other table where Maisie was cured into Millie’s chest.

“I can bring her up.” Millie immediately offered, making your heart melt at the kindness from all these women just on your first night.

Soon enough with Theo in your arms, Maisie in Millies as well as Rachel tagging along for the ride you made it up to your room without any toddlers waking up. “Was it hard to come back from giving birth?” The question came out of no where from Millie as you placed Theo into bed.

“I though about not doing football and just giving up all together, I was sixteen, still in school with twins it was almost impossible to do it. But football is everything to me and I really wanted to come back and I knew if I worked hard enough I could make it my career. It was hard, but even getting this call up makes it feel all worth it.” Millie and Rachel nodded along to your words as you placed both twins on one of the beds, making sure to set up a baby monitor in case they woke up.

“They’ll be fine in there?” Rachel asked.

“They’ve had a long day i’ll be very surprised if they wake up before I come back to the room, they somehow always wake up when they feel my presence come back.”

Coming back to one of the team common room everyone was sitting around in their different groups. You decided to join a group of the younger girls who were playing a game of uno.

“I’ll deal you in.” Alessia said smiling up and giving you seven cards to play the game.

You were able to play about two rounds with Niamh taking the win for one round while you took the win for the other. Most of the girls also had a big travel day so everyone headed to bed early including you, waving goodnight to Esme and Lauren who took the room beside you. You quickly entered the room quickly checking on the twins, getting ready for bed and falling straight asleep.

[missweener]

Review- Here's Looking at You Kid

Here's Looking at You Kid- MesserMoon (140k, E)

The only George Weasley/Blaise Zabini fic I've ever read. Beautifully written. Drarry is the side pairing, but the story also unfolds wonderfully. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves Drarry, or just wants to test the waters for something new.

Basically, George is hit hard after losing Fred in the war. Usually in Drarry fics, George gets over it and moves on with his life, gets married, has kids, etc. In this fic, he's haunted by the memories of his twin. Fred is not a ghost, but his presense lingers in the flat that they own together. No one really goes into detail about how George would actually feel after the whole war and dead other half situation.

In a spur of the moment, George accidentally visits a gay Muggle bar and runs into Blaise Zabini and his friends. Blaise tries to hit on him, George finds himself being attracted to him, thus fleeing back home to his and Fred's flat where he spirals into his own self hatred and contempt.

I really liked how the writer went in depth with George's feelings. He's messed up, and it's hard to change that, especially after losing such a big part of himself. The way the writer tackles his trauma is well written, and as a reader, I feel relieved how George addresses his feelings and thoughts to resolve his trauma.

In addition, Blaise's story is magnetic. He's ftm trans and I really enjoyed reading about his backstory. Especially about Theodore Nott. I find it funny how they always make Theo the bi, possibly gay, character who's also a homophobe due to self projection. I digress. The way their relationship is built is interesting, but the way it fell apart is as well. It tugs at your heartstrings and makes you wish you could help Blaise strangle Theo with your bare hands.

On the other hand, the Drarry is also great in this story despite being the side pairing. It's emotional and unique, which makes it stand out. Though I did find Harry and Draco's get together kind of underdeveloped. (But mind you, its been a while since I read this...)

The writer did a fantastic job with the characterisation. I found the characters believable and interesting, even Theo, who was an utter asshat through the entire story.

I don't have much to complain about this fic. It's exciting, domestic, despairing and emotional. Brilliant work from the writer. A well deserved 10/10. It's a fic I would want to forget so I can read it all again.

Thanks for reading!

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[elephant love medley.mp3]

anna is not supposed to go to any of minka’s parties, per george’s orders. on paper, countess wilhelmina skwierczyński is exactly the type of person he wants her to befriend - connected and clever with deep pockets and friends in high and low places. she’s the second wife of a polish count who’s so rich that it boggles anna’s mind. but she’s the daughter of a lutheran minister from danzig, a level of society that boggles george’s mind enough that he discourages her from attending the parties all together. he’d rather that she continue trying to befriend the intellectual set that surrounds his wife eugenia, the better to catch the empress’ eye and move them forward.

minka’s parties are always more fun than the salons and when another interminable reading and discussion ends, anna is grateful that she has one to look forward to. peter and her brothers disappear for the card tables, peter leaving her with a hard dry buss on the cheek. she feels restless and frustrated tonight and needs an outlet that a party will be perfect for. she catches a glimpse of dark hair and gets a brilliant (she thinks) idea.

“theo!” she calls, picking up her hem to chase him down the hallway. “wait!”

he stops and turns, waiting for her to catch up to him. “yes?”

“would you like to come to a party with me? countess skwierczyński will be hosting.”

“oh,” his eyebrows knit, just a little. “is that…wise?”

anna shrugs. “peter and my brothers will be at the tables.”

he hesitates another moment before nodding. “very well. yes.”

anna claps and grabs his arm to tow him down the hall after her. she had wanted him to say yes badly, for reasons she wasn’t quite able to confront directly. her eyes can’t stop searching for him in crowded rooms and she finds herself disappointed when he’s not there. he’s interesting to talk to and never seems to be uninterested in talking to her. it’s not really a flirtation, even if she almost wants it to be. it’s safer to pretend it’s nothing, she supposes.

he laughs behind her. “where are you taking me?”

she looks back at him and grins. “i told

you: a party.”

it’s not really a party so much as it is their group of friends trying to decide what to do for the evening - whether that be an in impromptu party here or going into petersburg. theo hovers at the edges before minka drags him into conversation about his poetry and quickly folds him in. it doesn’t take long before they’re tumbling into carriages and bound for a party at a mansion owned by a friend of a friend of minka’s. 

anna finds herself alone in a chaise with minka, almost certainly by design based on how quickly she turns to her and asks “the poet?” 

anna flushes, grateful for the dark of the carriage. “it’s nothing.”

she can hear the smile in minka’s voice. “oh,

yes. nothing at all. i certainly never look at grigory like that.” the specter of minka’s lover, a strapping army captain with thighs like tree trunks currently fighting in anatolia suddenly looms. she gives anna’s knee a reassuring pat. “i think a little flirt will be good for you. you’re not married and buried yet.”

“it really is nothing, minka.”

“if you say so.”

they’re given masks at the door - having not technically been invited, none of them were aware it’s a masked ball - and there’s rivers of champagne and music and dancing. whenever she’s at these parties, anna feels more like herself. she doesn’t think or worry so hard that she’s doing everything correctly. she can just be and there’s nothing that relaxes her more. she dances with everyone and anyone who asks, including theo a few times. he’s a little awkward but he’s enthusiastic and she’s sure he’ll learn.

they find themselves on the edge of the crushing ballroom when he tugs off his plain black mask and rubs the bridge of nose where it’s bitten into his skin. “will you walk with me in the garden ?” he asks. “the air will be nice.”

she agrees and they’re in the hedges before she realizes the error she’s made in entering the hedges with a man not her fiance or husband. peter doesn’t have many friends outside of court and this crowd is nothing is not liberal about fidelity but all the same. she picks up her pace a bit so she’s a respectable two steps ahead of him. never mind that he 

“there’s a torretto somewhere in here,” she says loudly in case anyone is listening, looking over her shoulder at him. “marble is best in the moonlight, don’t you think?”

“of course,” he says, though she knows he doesn’t have much for thoughts on garden design or marble.

“the white nights will be here soon so you simply must stay longer. the sun never sets, not even a little, and i should think it would be marvelous inspiration.”

“anna.”

something in his tone makes her pause and turn. he kisses her and it’s so soft and sweet that she could cry from the relief of it. it’s short - too short and she pulls him back to her, her mask falling from her fingers so they can sink into his hair and his pressing into her waist. in a quick spin, her back is against the ivy covered wall and it turns deep and indulgent. no one touches her like this and the rush of it fills her senses. when they break, she’s gasping but can’t bring herself to move her hands. the nape of his neck is warm under her gloves and she wishes for bare hands so she can feel him. 

“i’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” she whispers. 

“then why didn’t you?” she laughs and he looks pleased with himself for being the cause. his hands rub along her hips and his expression sobers a bit. “you’re not for me, anna.”

her stomach sinks but his arms stay around her. “i’m yours in the ways it matters.”

“and i’m yours,” he says simply. “but.”

she sighs. “but.”

he leans down and kisses her neck lightly. the gesture is warm and gentle, seemingly more because it was there. “i don’t think i care. do you?”

she shakes her head and smiles, the broad and genuine smile that she seldom uses in public ever since peter said made her look like a squirrel with a nut. theo makes her want to smile like that. “i don’t.”

he kisses her again and it feels like fate.

[earlgreydream]

rough.

| draco x reader | angst | smut |

enemies to lovers 🖤

anon requested. theyre enemies but deep down theres a sexual tension and one day theyre on vacation and have to stay in one room together

cw: angst, name-calling (degradation), hate-fucking, very slightly dubcon

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“I can’t stand you! I don’t want to stay in a room with you!” You shouted, shoving him away from you.

“I’m just as angry as you! I don’t know how the hell this happened!” Draco snapped, pushing past you into your shared hotel room.

You had gone on vacation to America with some of your schoolmates, and due to a mix up in the planning, you and Draco had ended up in the same hotel room. To make matters worse, the room only had one bed.

Draco was your sworn enemy since first year. He’d embarrassed you in front of the Weasley twins, the boys you had a crush on, and you’d retaliated by tainting the love potion he gave to Pansy. It had started seven years of fighting and backbiting, the two of you always at each other’s throats and never seeing eye to eye.

It had become second nature to fight with Draco. Screaming matches with him lit a specific fire in your belly— different from anything else. It burned through you, igniting every nerve in your body. You thought it was anger, though it proved to be more when nothing satiated the rage, and your mind began to wander.

The electrically charged energy between you was hard to ignore. It was like a live wire, blazing everything in its wake, or an oil spill, turning everything flammable.

.

“Malfoy-” you started, but you were cut off by his sharp glare.

“I was going to suggest that we change quickly and meet the others in the lobby. I was going to ask if I could use the loo, but I was going to give you the courtesy of offering it first,” you hissed, and he shook his head.

“Go, it’s fine.”

You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door. You were desperate for some distance from Draco. You freshened up in the mirror, not taking too long so you didn’t get him even more agitated than he already was.

“What are we going to do about-?”

“We’re going to worry about it when the time comes,” you interrupted, glancing at the one bed.

The bathroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone in the small room. There wasn’t a couch— and the chair simply wasn’t adequate. Ultimately, you both knew the two of you were going to end up in bed together that night, whether you liked it or not.

A deep sigh left your lips, and you grabbed your bag, preparing to meet your friends downstairs. Draco locked the door behind the two of you, and the elevator ride was painfully silent. 

.

“My two favorite people. Sorry about the room situation,” Theo grinned, opening his arms as you walked up to him. 

You stepped into his chest, letting tattooed limbs wrap around you. He kissed the top of your head, grinning into your hair. 

“If Malfoy’s mean to you, you just let me know, okay? I’ll take care of him,” Theo promised you, finally getting you to giggle. 

“Maybe tell her not to be a right bi-”

“Draco, baby, try a little harder,” Theo hummed, kissing Malfoy’s cheek before getting pushed off. You laughed at them. 

Seven years, and you still wondered how it was possible for Theo-- the sweetest boy in the world, to be best friends with Draco Malfoy-- the devil’s incarnate. 

“Come on, we’ll get breakfast then catch the ferry,” Cedric said, handing out ferry passes to your group: Draco, Theo, Blaise, Fred, George, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, Cedric, and you. 

Hermione took your hand, pulling you from the Slytherin boys. 

“It’s going to be fun. And besides, we’ll only be sleeping in the rooms. It’s not a problem,” Hermione assured you, the girls walking ahead of the others.

“Except there is only one bed,” you muttered, and Ginny and Pansy spun to look at you. 

“Are you serious?” Ginny giggled, and you smacked her arm. 

“It is not funny!”

They held their hands up in defense, though their amusement was clear. You took the subway to the ferry, crowded with American muggles. 

“Careful!” Draco hissed in your ear, catching you ask you lost your balance. His hand went around your waist, pinning you to his chest. 

“M’sorry, I slipped!” you were thankful for him holding onto you, even if you’d never admit it. You gripped the pole for support, trying not to lean into him too much. He helped you off of the train, and you took Theo’s hand as you boarded the ferry. 

“Look at the statue!” you gasped, admiring the skyline and leaning on the railing of the boat as you road to Staten Island. 

“Don’t fall,” Draco came to your other side. 

“Are you serious? Draco, I’m not a child!” you snapped.

“You’re leaning on the railing, and we can’t be using magic to drag you out of the water!”

You shot him an indignant look, and climbed up to stand on the railing. Even Theo looked anxious at your actions. 

“Get the fuck down, right now.” Draco’s grey eyes were wide, and you stared back at him, daring him to touch you. 

“We’re going to dock, and it’ll knock the-” Theo was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. The boat stopped suddenly, and as you caught yourself, Draco grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the railing. 

You shrieked, struggling away as he pulled you down. He refused to let go of you, and you tried to shove him off. 

“Knock it off. And quit doing dangerous shit,” Draco swatted your ass through your denim shorts, making Theo choke on his water bottle. You immediately stilled, staring at him in horror. 

“Did you just spank me?” You gasped, startled. 

He let go of you, answering with only a cold look. You shook your head and went to join the others, Theo and Draco falling into conversation with Cedric and Blaise. 

“What happened back there? We heard you yelling,” Hermione asked, grinning behind her oversized mirrored sunglasses.

“Draco just being an ass. It’s fine,” you said, stealing her sunglasses and putting them on. 

“Come on, let’s go have some fun.”

. 

You spent the day sightseeing, walking around Staten Island before going back to Manhattan. The sun was warm overhead, the summer heat getting to your minds. You’d managed to avoid bickering with Draco most of the day, but now the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a golden-orange glow over everything. You were drinking cocktails at a place near Times Square, tired from being on your feet all day.

“Tomorrow we’re going to the MET,” Theo said, checking the plans. 

You stayed out late, talking and laughing until the lights of the city had drowned out the ink-black sky. You were tired, a little buzzed, overly hot, and you wanted to sleep. 

.

“What the hell was that on the ferry? Do you think you can just-?” Draco grabbed your arm, cutting off your rant that you’d saved until you were in private, not wanting to fight in front of your friends. Your back hit the hotel room door, Draco’s chest pressed up against yours.

“Do I think I can just what? Knock that bullshit little smirk off of your face?” Draco seethed. 

“Tell me what to do!” You pushed his shoulders, though he didn’t move.

“It’s clear that you can’t be trusted to make good choices on your own.”

“That’s rich coming from you-” you hissed, feeling the familiar burning spread through your abdomen. 

“You should learn a little respect,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your throat, the rings on his fingers cold against your warm skin. A moan escaped you before you could stop it, and his eyebrows shot up. 

“Is this what you need? Do you just need to have the bitch fucked out of you?” You squirmed, gripping his wrist and trying to pry his hand off of your throat. 

You were seething, the energy between you becoming intensely sexually charged. You hated yourself for growing aroused, but you couldn’t keep the heat from spreading through your body, and you were becoming keenly aware of your throbbing sex. 

Draco pushed his knee between your thighs, and you shook your head. 

“No, no.”

“No? You aren’t horny and desperate? I know how much you hate me, and I know you’ve been dying to release all that pent up energy. You’re going to be sleeping in the same bed with me tonight, trapped under the sheets with my body. If you don’t act now, you’ll have to go untouched for the next week of this trip...” he smirked, knowing he had leverage, able to see how desperate you were. 

Truly, Draco was desperate for you too. You made him so angry, but you managed to turn him on as you got under his skin. He was aroused now, growing harder as he watched you squirm in pure need. He was waiting to hear you say yes, to give in. He may have hated you, but he wasn’t an animal. 

You bit your lip so hard you tasted metal, trying to hold in a scream. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, your eyes narrowed into a glare. His thigh was pressed against your sex, and you fought against the urge to grind against him, desperate for friction. 

“Fuck,” you swore, and Draco squeezed your throat, making you whimper. 

“Is that a no, Y/N? Do you want me to let go of you? Let you go finger yourself in the shower?” he mocked you. 

“I hate you.”

“I know. It’s mutual, love.”

“Alright, Draco. Please fuck me. But this doesn’t mean anything!”

He smirked, letting go of you and tossing his shirt aside. You rid your own clothes with his, freezing as your eyes lingered on his naked body. The need and arousal pulsing through your body was overpowering, and just the sight of him was making you falter. 

“Do you need me to do everything for you? Get over here,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your elbow, tugging you toward him. He ripped your panties off, the veins in his hand flexing at the display of strength.

“Draco!”

“Save it.”

Draco hauled you to the bed, bending you over the edge. You struggled, trying to sit up. He shoved your head back down, pressing your chest against the duvet. 

“Are you serious?” you snapped as he gripped your wrists in one hand, holding them at the small of your back. 

“You’re going to lay here and be good or you’re not going to get fucked at all,” Draco threatened, and you burned in shame. You stopped straining yourself to look at him, residing to resting your head on your side, ceasing your struggle against his hold. 

A choked groan left your lips as Draco slammed into your cunt all at once. He buried himself deep enough to where his hips were pressed to your ass, his body bent over yours. Draco slammed into you, frustration powering his rough thrusts. You writhed under his strong grip, moaning and squealing as he tore into your tight heat. Even with how wet you were, your body spasmed at the force. 

It felt primal, rough, and dirty. 

Fucking Draco was scandalous, even for you. The two of you getting so angry that the energy had to be channeled into sex felt deviant, Draco’s cock tainting your innocence with every thrust. 

You felt better than Draco had imagined. Your noises were erotic, encouraging him more than the momentum he was gaining. He kicked your legs further apart, shoving himself deeper into your sex. Your moan was muffled by the duvet, squeezing your eyes shut. It felt like he was tearing you open, and you couldn’t get enough. Your head was spinning, and your fingers flexed, the only part of your body you could move freely against his hold. 

“You’re fucking divine,” Draco breathed, reaching his hand under the two of you. His fingers found the area where your bodies connected, sliding upward through your folds. 

“Draco, fuck, please!” you cried, arching your back as he pressed against your nerves. 

“Please what, love? Are you going to quit being contrary?”

“Yes, I’ll do anything, just please touch me there,” you begged, abandoning your stubbornness.

You buried your face in the bed and screamed, your back curving into a bow as he fucked into you in time with the circles he was tracing with skilled fingers.

Draco swore as you pulsed around him, squeezing his cock as you cried from euphoria. Electricity shot through your limbs, your orgasm ripping through your body. Draco was quick to follow, pulling out and coming over your ass, watching you shudder and throb around nothing. 

As his memories being frustrated with you returned, he continued his assault on your clit, pinching you harshly to watch you writhe and scream. 

“Draco, Draco, I’m sorry, I’ll be nice, just stop!” you squealed, trying to kick him as he overstimulated you. 

He released you as you asked, taking in the sight of your absolutely wrecked body. Your arms were shaking as you brought them under you, trying to push yourself up onto your elbows. You heaved in deep breaths, still trembling as you came down from your high. 

Draco wiped down your skin for you, finding some decency. 

“Hey, look at me. You alright?” Draco held your jaw, tilting your face up. You nodded, and he slid boxers up his leg before digging for something in his jacket pocket. 

“Y/N. Come here,” Draco’s voice was low and husky, his back to you. 

You forced yourself to stand up, your legs weak as you stepped toward him. You followed Draco onto the balcony, where he sat down on a lounge chair. Ringed fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to sit sideways on his lap. 

His touch was no longer aggressive or harsh, but instead moving you with authority. You held a blanket loosely around your body, shielding you from the cool night air. 

Draco didn’t speak as he pulled a cigarette from the box, putting it between his lips. He lit the end before setting the box and the lighter on the table, leaning his head back and taking a drag. He held your jaw, pressing his lips against yours before exhaling the smoke into your mouth. 

He turned, watching the city lights glitter around you. He offered you the cigarette, and you accepted, sharing with him. 

“Our secret?” you asked softly, and his silver gaze connected with his.

“Our secret.”

“Do you still hate me?” 

The corners of Draco’s lips pulled up, and his fingers brushed over your bare back, his hand resting at the base of your spine. 

“Only when it serves me, I suppose,” he murmured, and you fought off a smile.

“You’ll not bite me in my sleep then?”

“Full of questions. I make no promises, I’ve found I rather like how you taste.”

He kissed you then, under the city lights, tasting like smoke and sage and secrets. 

[sequinsmile-x]

Day-to-Day

Part of the Whatever Tomorrow Brings series.

Chapter 2: Theo 

This chapter is all about Theo coming out to his family, which I know can be a sensitive subject for people. So I just wanted to give fair warning before anyone reads it. 

Word count: 4.7k

Read here on ao3, or below the cut.

Let me know what you think! 

January 2010

Emily was nervous as soon as the school called, Theo’s teacher, a kind woman called Ms Gorman, wanted to speak to her as soon as possible. Aaron couldn’t make it, a meeting with his superiors running over, so she had a cranky Amelia in her lap as she sat in a slightly too small chair in Theo’s classroom.

“Mrs Hotchher, I understand that the circumstances around Theo’s recent absence from class was...unusual to say the least.” Ms Gorman says kindly. “But I do have a couple of concerns.”

Emily frowns, her heart constricting in her chest, fears about her son being held back a year taking root. She shushes Amelia as she cries out, holding the small toy she had brought to entertain her infront of her.

“I did try my best with homeschooling, I know it wasn’t ideal but we did ok.”

“That’s not what I mean, Mrs Hotchner. Theo is a very bright boy, and he is doing very well academically.” Ms Gorman reassures, and Emily feels a brief moment of relief. “My concern is more around the social side of things.”

“Oh.” Emily says. “He hasn’t said anything. What about Ollie, and his other friends? You couldn’t get them to spend 10 minutes away from each other before.”

The truth rolled around Emily’s head. ‘Before’ was back prior to their world being torn apart and a serial killer almost murdering Aaron in their old home. Before she had spent 6 months in a cramped apartment with her kids, allowed no contact with her husband or anyone else in their lives.

“6 months is a long time when you are their age. They’ve all moved on.”

It felt like a gut punch to Emily, guilt spreading through her body quickly. She swallows against the lump of emotion in her throat. “Does he talk to anyone?”

Ms Gorman smiles sadly at her before shaking her head. “He tried at first, but he just sits alone now at lunch and at recess. I’ve tried to encourage him to play with the others, but all he wants to do is see you or his older brother.”

Emily closes her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath before she looks back at Ms Gorman.

“Thank you for letting me know.” __________

Theo doesn’t want to talk about it at all on the way home from school, despite her attempts to bribe him with ice cream. Jack isn’t even able to pull him out of it with promises of a few rounds of MarioKart. Theo solemnly eats his dinner before going to his room early, asking if he can just go upstairs to play alone.

Emily sighs as she gets Amelia out of her high chair, kissing the sleepy baby’s head as she pulls her into her arms. “Bed time for you I think, sweet girl.”

Aaron walks over to them and smiles, kissing his wife on the lips and his daughter on her head.

“Why don’t I put her down and you go speak to Theo?” He says, a tightness in his voice that had been there since she told him what the teacher had explained to her. He was already lifting the 11 month old from her arms as Emily started to protest. “We both know you’re the only one he’ll talk to.”

Emily opens her mouth to argue, but Amelia interrupts her, mumbling into her fathers shirt as she sleepily lays her head against him.

“Dada.”

Emily rolls her eyes as she relents. “I fed her almost exclusively with my body for 10 months and you’re the favourite.” She says, eyebrow raised but no malice in her voice. They both knew she didn’t really mind, that she was delighted that the once strong bond between father and daughter had been repaired after their long separation.

She kisses her daughter’s head again, whispering goodnight and words of love against her skin before she heads upstairs to her son’s room. She knocks lightly on the door.

“Theo? Can I come in?”

There’s a sniff through the door that makes her heart twist in her chest. “No.”

“Theo, baby. I want to make sure you’re ok.” There’s a pause. “Please?”

“Ok.”

Emily walks into the room to find Theo sat on his bed, tears streaming down his face and Archie held tightly in his arms. “Oh my sweet boy.”

She walks over to the bed and sits next to him at the head of it. She wraps her arm around him and he immediately curls into her embrace, his wet face pressed against her shirt.

“I have no friends.” He cries, and she shushes him, pulling him fully into her lap so she can hug him properly.

“Your teacher said you have been having some problems with Ollie and the others.”

“They don’t want to talk to me anymore.” He sniffs. “They said I’m weird.”

Emily immediately stiffens, anger spiking in her veins. She hears a voice in the back of her head, that sounded suspiciously like her husband, that was telling her she couldn’t tell off a bunch of 7 year olds for upsetting her son.

“That’s not very nice of them.” She says, kissing the top of his head, surprised at how even her voice sounded. “Have you tried talking to anyone else?”

Theo sniffs again. “There’s a girl called Lucy that seems ok.”

“Well, why don’t you talk to her?”

Theo pulls back from her enough to look at her, an indigent look on his face that she just knew was all her. “Because she’s a girl, Mommy.” He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I’m a girl.” She replies, fake indignation in her voice as she pokes his nose. “You speak to me all the time.”

“You don’t count.”

“Oh I don’t, huh?” She says, tickling him until he relents. He is laying against her again and she runs her hand through his hair. “Just try talking to her, baby. You never know she could end up being fun. Even if she is a girl.”

Emily stays with him until he falls asleep, slipping out from under him with years of practice at not disturbing him. She goes in search of her husband and finds him in their room, laying on their bed, one hand under his head, still fully dressed from his day at work.

“Is he ok?” Aaron asks as soon as she enters the room, his voice tight and his eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

She sighs, joining him on the bed. “I think he will be.” She looks at him, biting her lip when she sees the barely suppressed emotion on his face. “Are you ok?”

“It’s my fault.”

“Aaron, it’s no-”

“Don’t say it’s not my fault.” He says, his voice too close to begging for her liking. “I goaded a serial killer and he came after me, after us. And now our kids are traumatised, and our son doesn’t have any friends left.” Emily grabs his hand and tugs him towards her. He doesn’t resist, rolling onto his side until he is pressed up against her, his head on her chest. She wraps her arms around him, scratching her nails through his hair.

“Honey.” She punctuates the pet name with a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going to let you blame yourself for any of this. It’s all George Foyet’s fault. All of it.” She almost feels her own resolve slip when she feels his tears through her shirt, opposite to the side that Theo had cried on only an hour earlier. “Ok?”

“Ok.” He says, his hand moving to her hip to squeeze it. “Ok.” He repeats, sounding more sure.

They lay there for a while, taking comfort in each other that two months after their reunion still felt precious.

“What would we all do without you?” Aaron asks into her shirt, his voice sounding lighter than it had done all evening.

Emily laughs. “I don’t know. I think our kids would all have less of an attitude though.”

“You’ve got that right.” He replies, and she can feel his smug grin against her chest.

“Jerk.” She says, unable to stop herself from laughing. He looks up at her and they kiss, his hand on her hip tightening. They pull back and she leans her forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” __________

November 2020

Theo wants to get it off his chest, he wants to tell his family before he leaves for college. He decides to tell Penelope first. Aside from his parents she had always been his biggest supporter, his confidant. Her friendship with his mom and dad had served him well before, a rare teenage tantrum about them being over protective turned around in moments as she reminded them how much they had been through to have him, and to keep their family safe. She had driven him home, his head lowered as he apologised to his mother for their crossed words. Now he needed her advice.

He had sent her a text the day before asking if he could come round after school for a chat, saying he needed some help with something, his insistence that it would be kept a secret from his mom and dad clear. Penelope replied, almost immediately like she always did, with the affirmative and Theo found himself unable to concentrate throughout this classes. His mind focused elsewhere.

Penelope answered her front door in a flurry of bright colours and barely concealed anxiety. She ushers him into her home, a hug and a greeting in quick succession as she guides him into her living room.

“Now, you have got to tell me what this is all about.” She says, already passing him his favourite soda before he can ask for it. “I know you said you wanted to keep whatever it is between us, but if you’ve done drugs or killed someone or something else illegal, I don’t think I can keep it from them.”

“Aunt Pen-”

“Your dad has this way of looking directly into my soul or something. And your mom is terrifying when it comes to you guys. I’d have to go into hiding-”

“Aunt Pen.” Theo says more firmly, finally getting her attention. She stops ranting and stares at him, an expectant look on her face. “It’s nothing illegal. I promise.”

She seems to notice how serious he is and she instantly calms, the concerned look on her face melting away into comfort. “Theo, you know you can tell me anything.”

He takes a deep breath, and he says the words he had never said out loud, but had known were true for as long as he remembered. “I’m gay.”

Penelope doesn’t react for a second, no emotion passes over her face, and Theo very briefly wonders if he had somehow made a mistake. Then all of a sudden he’s in a bone crushing hug, and he can almost feel the relief pouring out of him.

“Am I the first person you’ve told?” She asks, still holding him tightly.

Theo swallows against the lump in his throat, tears of relief on his face. “Yeah.”

“And you want my advice on how to tell your mom and dad?”

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Oh.” Penelope suddenly exclaims, pulling back from Theo, making him jump slightly. “I have an idea. You could get one of those confetti gun things, fill it with rainbow confetti and just let it off at dinner.”

Theo stares at his aunt for a second, the enthusiasm rolling off of her in waves. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”

“A cake?”

“Aunt Pen.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not going to do something over the top. I just want to tell them.”

“Teddy Bear.” Penelope says, using the nickname she had used when he was small. She was, without a doubt, the only person he would let get away with calling him that now. “Your mom and dad love you. Nothing will ever change that. You should just tell them, whenever you feel ready.”

He nods, a smile on his face. “Ok.”

She sends him home with enough baked goods to feed a small town, and a fierce hug at the door. “I am so proud of you, Theo.”

It’s the only secret Penelope Garcia ever keeps. __________

The next day Theo comes home from school to a package, Penelope’s recognisable handwriting on the label. He takes it to his room and opens it, something like a mix of a laugh and a sigh coming out when he pulls out a handheld confetti cannon.

There’s a small note attached to it that simply says ‘in case you change your mind.’

He hides it under his bed. ___________

Emily is surprised when she looks up from her never ending stream of paperwork to a knock on her office door to see her son standing there, nerves rolling off of him. There were times when it was hard for her to accept that so many years had passed. That her once tiny baby who refused to be separated from her in the first few weeks of his life, although her husband would argue it was years, was now this 18 year old standing in front of her.

Her nerves were immediately on edge. He would only have finished school just less than an hour ago, meaning he had come directly from school to Quantico. The kids used to visit her at work more when they were younger, Aaron bringing them in on evenings when she was still Unit Chief and they were fresh back from a case, paperwork too behind for her to go straight home. He would walk into her office, Theo and Jack by his side and Amelia resting on his hip with a bag full of food prepared for them all. This was rare, just one of them showing up unannounced, and a number of worse case scenarios were already tumbling around her head.

“Theo, hi.” She immediately abandons her work, pen forgotten on her desk as she approaches her son. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out, sounding anything but ok. “I just wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

“Of course. Give me one second.” She walks past him, a hand briefly on his shoulder before she pokes her head out of her office and tells her assistant to give them some time. She then closes the door and pulls the blinds shut giving them total privacy, already completely prepared to hunt down whoever had Theo this upset. She sits on the couch she keeps in her office and pats the seat next to her, encouraging him to join her.

At first Emily just sits there, watching Theo intently as he avoids looking at her, worry all over his face. She lets five minutes of tortuous silence pass. She sees how he is picking at his cuticles, a habit he had inherited from her, how his left knee was bouncing constantly, anxiety rolling off of him.

“Theo, honey.” She places a hand on his knee to stop it from bouncing. It makes him look at her and she gives him an encouraging smile. “You can take as long as you need to tell me whatever it is you want to. I just need to know if you’re ok, because I’m worried.”

“Sorry.” He says, trying to smile at her.

“Oh sweetheart, no.” She cups the back of his head. “Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theo suddenly closes the gap between them and hugs her tightly. He’d always been the most affectionate out of her children, even throughout his teenage years he had still consistently sought her out. A bond between the two of them that Aaron often said even teenage hormones couldn’t fracture.

Emily hugs him back, frowning at what almost felt like desperation in his embrace. “You’re ok, Theo. You’re ok.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

He pulls back from her, and she instinctively wipes the tear away from his cheek. Something she had done countless times in his life. Something she would do as long as he needed her to.

Theo takes a deep breath. “I’m gay.” He says, his voice shaky but his words certain.

Emily had known this was coming, she always had. She had seen how anxious Theo had been lately but waited for him to come to her, for him to be ready. She smiles at him and wipes another tear away from his cheek. “Thank you for telling me. I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

There’s a beat of silence before Theo furrows his brow, looking so much like Aaron it makes her smile wider. “That’s it?”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Lucy came out to her parents lately and it didn’t go well. I guess I was worried.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “Do you think Dad will be ok? What about grandma?”

Emily smiles at him again and pulls him back into a hug and kisses the side of his head.

“Sweetheart.” She soothes, her hand running up and down his back. “Your dad loves you, no matter what. It’s kind of part of the whole being a parent thing. I can be with you when you tell him if you want.” Emily smiles when she feels him nod against her. “Just take it one step at a time. And as far as your grandmother goes, if she says anything even slightly awful you leave her to me. I’m long overdue for a fight with her anyway.”

Theo laughs at that and pulls away, and wipes the few remaining tears from his face. “Thanks, Mom. I don’t think I could go head to head with her.”

“Lucky for you I have 50 years of practice.” She smiles. “Do you want to go home? Talk to Dad?”

“Don’t you have work?”

“You’re more important than any of that.” Emily says gesturing to her desk. “It’s completely up to you though.”

“Let's do it.” __________

Theo is grateful for his mother as she sits next to him on the couch, close enough for him to reach out for if he needs her. She’d always been his favourite person for as long as he could remember. His memories of the time they had been separated from his father were slightly fuzzy, and at this stage when he dreamt about it he wasn’t always sure what was real and what his brain had made up to torture him. What Theo did remember, however, was his mother. How she had held it together, the way she had still let them all know how much they were loved.

It was only as he got older, and he realised how disgustingly in love his parents were, it occurred to him how difficult it must have been for her. He had seen how miserable either of them were if they were separated for a few days at a time, and every time they hugged a little too long in the foyer of their home, only breaking apart at Amelia’s protests, he wondered how they had managed it for 6 months.

When he tells his dad his most closely guarded secret he feels instant relief at his supportive reaction. It was almost, word for word, the same as his mother’s, and a small part of Theo wondered if they had practised it.

__________

He tells his brother over the phone a week later, Jack’s working schedule as a resident at the local was difficult and made getting together tricky at times.

Theo takes a deep breath as he walks into the living room, a small smile on his face as he finds his younger sister sitting on the couch, her head buried in her phone.

“Mills.”

“Yeah.” She doesn’t look up from her phone.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah.”

Theo pauses when she still doesn’t look up at him. “Amelia.” He says, the use of her full name finally drawing her gaze from her phone. “It’s important.”

She holds her hands up and makes a show of locking her phone and putting it down in her lap. “You have my undivided attention.”

Theo takes a seat next to her on the couch. “I’ve already told Mom and Dad, and Jack, so I thought it was important to tell you too. I’m gay.”

Amelia looks at him for a second, expression blank before she picks her phone back. “Are you free right now, or are you doing this with everyone tonight?”

Theo furrows his brows at her. “Sure...I’m free.”

“Cool.” She stands up, furiously texting someone. “Jack thought you wouldn’t come out until after Christmas, and now he owes me $20. Can you drive me to his place?”

Theo stares at her for a second, his car keys already in his hand. “You guys bet on that?”

“Yeah.” Amelia replies, smiling at a text he assumes is from Jack. “Can we go to Taco Bell after?”

“Why?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “To spend my $20. Obviously.” __________

Amelia sits next to him, her feet on the dash of his new car, eating what appeared to be her third taco in as many minutes. She reaches into the paper bag in the passenger seat footwell and passes him one. Theo takes it with a smile on his face.

Amelia nudges him with her elbow. “I’m very lucky to have you as an older brother.” She briefly rests her head on his shoulder, and Theo is taken aback by the out of character sentiment from his sister.

Then as quickly as it happened, she removes her head from his shoulder and takes a sip of her Baja Blast. “So, what’s your type? Big and muscly like Uncle Derek, or nerdy like Uncle Spence?”

“Mills.”

“What? I’ve got to be on the lookout for you.” She takes another sip of her drink. “You’re terrible at flirting.”

“You’re not even 12. You shouldn’t even know what flirting is.” He deadpans.

“Oh come on.” Amelia says, rolling her eyes. “I’ve known what flirting is since I could talk. Mom and Dad do it constantly. It’s disgusting.” __________

“It’s rare we get the house to ourselves.” Aaron says as he wraps his arms around Emily’s waist from behind, kissing the side of her head. She was standing at the kitchen counter, cutting up some vegetables for dinner. It was the closest thing Aaron would let her do to cooking, his claim that she could burn water always quickly following his protests that he could prepare meals by himself.

Emily smiles as she briefly leans back into him. “Careful, or it will be your fault when I cut myself.” To make a point she purposely pushes the knife down a little harder than necessary. “And we both know you can’t cope if I’m hurt.”

“That’s unfair.” He says squeezing her a little tighter.

“Do I need to bring up the time my appendix nearly exploded, again? Or do you remember that differently to how I do?”

He takes the knife from her hand and turns her round so she’s facing him. Her arms automatically wrap around him, her hands trailing up his back to rest at the edge of his shoulder blades. Aaron leans down to kiss her, determined to wipe the smug look off her face, when they hear the scrape of a key in the front door. He groans and rests his forehead against hers.

Emily laughs and briefly presses her lips against his. “We’ll carry on this conversation later, Mr Hotchner.”

“That better be a promise.” He says, pulling her slightly closer, hearing Theo and Amelia’s voices drift into the house.

“Always, my love.” She kisses him again before extracting herself from his grip. She walks towards where she can hear the kids talking, and she arrives to find Amelia going upstairs.

“Does she not want dinner?” Emily asks Theo, watching her daughters retreating figure up the stairs.

“I think Mills just ate more tacos than anyone ever has in one sitting.” Theo says, smiling at the look of bewilderment on his mother’s face. “She bet Jack $20 that I would come out before Christmas, she made me take her to Taco Bell to spend her winnings.”

Emily raises an eyebrow. She knew Ameila had very little tact, and a part of her was concerned at what she could have said to her brother. “Do you need me to have a word with her?”

“No it’s ok.” Theo shakes his head. “Mom, did you and Dad already know?”

Emily flushes slightly, averting her eyes from her son before she looks back at him. “Yes. We did. We were just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell us.” She laughs at the look of confusion on his face. “Honey, I think you sometimes forget what your dad and I both used to do for a living. Plus, your first ever crush was Joe Jonas from Camp Rock.”

Theo laughed at that, the relief blooming in his chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t our place, honey. This is your story to tell.” She opens her arms up for a hug which he gladly accepts. “We’re both so proud of you.” ______

After dinner Aaron goes to the home office to mark some papers for the class he taught at Quantico. Full retirement had never quite suited him, so he taught one class a semester. Theo finds himself standing outside the office just before he went to bed, after watching a movie with his mother, knocking to say goodnight to his father.

“Come in.”

Theo opens the door and walks in, hovering in the doorway. “I’m off to bed. Mom says she’ll meet you in your bedroom to finish the conversation you started.” Theo says. Aaron tries to hide the smile on his face, but obviously fails when his son makes a noise of disgust. “I should have known that was something gross.”

“Sorry, you know she thinks it’s funny to freak you out.” Aaron laughs, his amusement at his wife's antics still as strong as they were when they first met. “If you need me as backup the first time you bring a boyfriend home let me know. We both know what your mother is like.” Aaron says, smirking as Theo’s face pales, images of Jack’s first attempts at bringing a girl home flicking through his brain.

“Oh God, she’ll find a way to bring up the you vs Foyet thing won’t she.”

Aaron smiles as he takes a sip of his drink. “Without a doubt.” __________

Aaron sneaks into his bedroom a couple of hours later, well aware that his wife was likely fast asleep by now. He smiles when he sees her curled up in the middle of the bed, mouth slightly open as she snored lightly, her hand under his pillow.

He quickly gets ready for bed before joining her. The movement of the bed wakes her enough for her to make a disgruntled noise before she moves closer to him, her thigh pressed over his waist.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He soothes, securing her to him with a hand on her back.

“I think I promised to do something dirty when you came to bed.” She mumbles, face pressed into him.

Aaron chuckles, his hand drifting under her sleep shirt to press against her skin. “Another time, baby. You’re tired.”

She hums into him. “I’m glad Theo is ok, he seemed happier at dinner.”

“I think he’s just relieved it's out there.”

They lay in silence, and he thinks she may have fallen asleep until she speaks again. “He told me that Penelope sent him an explosive prop to come out to us with.”

“She did what?” __________

[papillon-mechant]

i don’t really know who you write for but

chocolate covered strawberries 🍓

kisses with george just cuz i miss him sm <3

I write for the twins, draco, marauders, (minus rat boy, and only poly fics for james) theo and ron :)

also i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be nsfw cause you didn't give me a dark theme or anything so if you want something like that lmk

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The party was in full swing, all four houses gathered to celebrate the beginning of spring break. You're seated on a couch in the middle of the room, joined by Harry, Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Luna, Fred and George. And of course George was seated next to you, an arm draped lazely over your shoulder as he engages in conversation with his brother about new ideas for the shop.

You watch him as he speaks, entranced in the way he looks. His ring clad hands move with each words due to his tendency to speak with his hands, his nose scrunches slightly when he laughs, and his perfect teeth shine bright when he smiles. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, but the boy looked hotter than ever at the moment, and you suddenly felt the need to taste him.

Without any hesitation, you stand from your seat and move to sit on your boyfriend’s lap. George thinks nothing of it, used to having you close, and simply wraps an arm around your waist, continuing with his conversation. You move your head to his shoulder, planting light kisses up his neck.

George once again missed the hint, turning to plant a small kiss on your forehead before turning his attention back to his brother. You sigh, annoyed at your failed attempt to gain his attention. You decide to just go the old fashioned way.

“Georgie.” You whine, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly to make sure you truly gain his attention. He stops talking and turns his head to you, smiling and cocking his head in a silent question. You don’t say anything. Instead, using the hands you have laced in his hair, you pull him forward, forcing your lips to meet.

He lets out a small grunt of surprise, but quickly returns the kiss. He kisses you slow and with love, mostly giving you small pecks before attempting to pull away, assuming he’d given you want you wanted. You whine again, holding him close and not letting him pull away from your grip.

Instead, you plant your lips on his again, this time kissing him with a feverish passion that takes the boy by surprise. He complies nonetheless, returning the kiss. You moan lightly, relishing in the taste of him. He tastes of cinnamon and firewhisky, a taste you never get tired of.

George slips his tongue past your lips, not needing to ask permission. His tongue moves against yours, exploring every area of your mouth, savoring the taste of you. After a few moments of intense making out, you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your smiling lips to his.

“What was that for?” He rasps, a small hint of lust in his voice as his grip on your waist. You smile, shrugging your shoulders and planting one last short kiss on his lips.

“You’re pretty.” You say.

“And you guys are gross.” Fred groans

[toast-com]

It's that time again.

Theodore Tugboat time.

It's a very good show, which I recommend to fans of both Thomas the Tank Engine, and TUGS (Robert Cardona worked on all three series). I'll be watching it over the summer.

[amatchinwater]

Holy hell, I did it! Blacked out!! This was so much fun!

Warnings: Major Character DeathS (two mentioned, one mildly explained, and two that hurt), blood, zombies

Words: 2974

Z-Day

Day 0:

Going to the cemetery to visit his mother used to be too painful to bear. Stiles would only ever go on her birthday or anniversary. No matter how bad of a day he had and could use some time to walk to her, he’d never go. At least not until Theo came back into his life and the two of them got together. His boyfriend has asked if he’d go visit Tara with him. Theo’s older sister who died around the same time as his mother. It became their thing to do. To go to the cemetery and talk through their bad days and struggles with their lost relatives.

Much like today. The pair are trying to decide if they want to share a dorm or get an apartment close to campus. Sitting in front of his mother’s headstone seemed like the best place to hash it out.

Having learned a long time ago that Stiles uses humor as an escape, Theo tries to smooth his boyfriend’s general unease with a joke, “I wonder how many people are dead in this graveyard.” Because there’s still a few plots from the older times that have the bells attached to them in case someone was wrongfully pronounced dead.

Stiles chuckles and rubs his hands together, “hopefully all of them.” Someone screams a little ways away and it startles them for just a second. But it’s not like it’s an entirely uncommon occurrence. Grief has many different faces and sometimes you just need to scream it out. He gets it, has done his fair share of it. So Stiles shrugs it off and faces the stone slab with his mother’s name on it. “Sorry to come to you with another problem, mom, but we can’t seem to make a decision. We-“

He’s cut off by more screams, accompanied by groans and even gunshots echo in the distance, but close enough to be a cause for concern. Now that isn’t a common occurrence.

“What the fuck is going on?” Theo wonders aloud as they shoot to their feet.

Being nineteen and the son of a cop, Stiles carries around a firearm for protection. His pistol is snuggly holstered behind his back. But he’d rather not use it if he doesn’t have to since he technically shouldn’t have it to begin with. So he says, “let’s just get out of here. We can come back tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Theo answers out of habit rather than an actual response. He’s too busy staring at the plot beside Claudia’s to really be paying attention.

And Stiles fully understands why. The earth is moving. That’s not normal. A hand, decrepit and covered in sores from its decay pops out of the ground and Stiles yelps. Clutching Theo as they stumble backwards with wide eyes. That’s when they hear another garbled groan right behind them. Which both boys choose to ignore for now, entrapped in the sight of someone quite literally crawling out of its grave. Another hand joins and Stiles can literally hear the bones and joints popping and cracking as the- man? Woman? It’s far too decayed to even tell really- pulls its head from the disturbed dirt.

Yeah, that’s gonna be a fucking no watching clumps of dirt and grass fall from its opening mouth. Stiles gags and then a hand grabs his shoulder really hard. He and Theo whip around to see another one- another person looking like George Romero himself depicted it- another zombie tries to lunge for them. Stiles has never been so quick to pull his gun from behind his back and fire it dead center before. With a bullet right between its eyes, the undead monster collapses to the ground, lifeless once more.

For good measure, he turns and shoots the one attempting to escape its burial right now. “Stiles, we gotta go. Now!” Theo tugs his arm and though his legs feel like lead, fight or flight kicks in and the two run back towards the jeep.

Day 176:

After everything happened, Stiles and Theo somehow- by the skin of their fucking teeth if they’re being honest- go out of the city and met up with Derek, Isaac, Cora, and Jackson in the rebuilt Hale home. They’ve made it their base and are hoping with its massive size and being so deep in the preserve that it can stay that way. Maybe even fill it with people they know if they’re ever able to find them. There’s all sorts of traps set up in the vicinity. Sharpened wood spikes that they carved line the area along with several hidden holes with much smaller stakes. They were kind enough to put signs up so that way if an actual person and not a zombie walked by they wouldn’t accidentally fall in. Much closer to the house, basically where the tree line starts, they have wires attached to tin cans and bells so that way if by some off chance one of the undead make it past the other traps, they’ll hear them before they reach the house.

His father made it as well he found out before the cell towers gave out and has made a fortress out of the sheriff’s station to help people where they can. If they can. He gave a good chunk of their weapons to Stiles so that way they were protected. Stiles is a little too paranoid living that close to the city, but he talks to his dad most nights through the radio. So at least it’s something.

The only time that they ever leave the house is if they need to go on a supply run. Like today. Isaac, Cora, and Jackson stayed home to make sure that no zombies get through or people looking for trouble. You’d think at the end of the world humans would find a way to work together. But of course not. Some- not all- are just as bad as the damn zombies and could give zero fucks about you.

At least the zombies are pretty fucking dumb. Moaning and groaning their way around like slugs. Until they smell you. They get a little quicker then. Like how a cheetah runs at about half speed until they’re closer to their prey. And they’re not just hungry for your brains like comics and movies suggest. A zombie will just as quickly eat your toe as anywhere else. Whatever they can sink their decaying teeth into is for the taking. While the first few weeks were absolutely terrifying, you’d be surprised how quickly you become desensitized to seeing the carnage. It still sucks and is kind of heart breaking- especially when it’s someone you knew even in passing like Donovan or Tracy- to literally witness, but at least Stiles doesn’t throw up over it anymore.

His anxiety might get the best of him at times, but Stiles has gotten really good with his machete. Theo wields the baseball bat from when he was on the team, but now it has a bunch of nails going through it. Derek uses his dad’s old hunting knife like it’s an extension of his hand and not even a weapon. Theo also carries a shotgun while the other two have pistols holstered on their hips. Try it quietly first. It not only conserves your ammo, but also helps not draw any unwanted attention.

It’s shocking but also a little unsettling that they have yet to run out of houses to go through. A few times they’ve gone into a home that wasn’t occupied with anyone from the living, but has had its fair share of zombies. Looked like it happened internally sometimes too. Someone got bit and didn’t tell anybody. That’s part of why they make sure they’re thorough in checking one another when they get back from a run. Every. Single. Time. No exceptions, no excuses. You get bit somewhere that can’t be amputated, you die. Deaton managed to survive by cutting part of his leg off in time.

Mid summer it’s hot as balls, but Stiles, Theo, and Derek have jackets and long, tough pants on. The more fabric the less chance you’ll be scratched and if you’re lucky enough it can prevent a close call with a bite. And they’re careful, always watching each other’s backs and never splitting up until they’re in the house and it’s been cleared of zombies first. After doing just that, Derek offers to do a sweep of the first floor for food and maybe batteries, things like that. Leaving the second floor to Stiles and Theo.

Going into a house of someone who had once had a kid always sucks. There’s no way around it really. Even more so when it’s an empty house like this. You find yourself wondering if they managed to successfully escape. The car in the driveway would suggest otherwise, but there’s no blood or carnage to paint a worse story. So Stiles will hold out hope for the family he’s never met. Hope that they were as lucky as he was.

Closing the bedroom door of the very apparent little girl, Stiles makes his way to the master bedroom to find Theo. His boyfriend has a pile of clothes and a first aid kit sitting on the king size bed. The door to the connecting bathroom is still open and there’s clattering inside. “Score!” Theo whoops softly to himself, unbeknownst of Stiles’ presence just yet.

He can’t quite see what Theo’s found, as he’s still crouched under the sink. “Care to share with the rest of the class what’s so great?” Stiles asks, chuckling when his boyfriend jolts, nearly hitting his head.

“God, Stiles,” Theo laughs to hide that his boyfriend startled him. But his grin turns wicked when his blue eyes lock on amber pools. “This,” he says, producing an unopened tube of lube. Stiles’ cheeks burn instantly that Theo keeps an eye out for this stuff. Then again, it is a little odd that they haven’t seem to run out yet. “I believe ‘fuck me senseless, Theo,’ was your exact request this morning.”

Stiles bites his lip because that indeed was what came out of his mouth when they woke up, but Derek came to ask them to go on this run. “Well aren’t you the attentive boyfriend.”

“Attentive husband is more like it,” Theo whispers, but Stiles caught it anyway.

“What was that?”

“Huh?” Theo lifts his eyes from the floor, “oh, uh, you know. Nothing?” He does a very good impression of when Stiles narrows his eyes and worries his lip with his tongue when he tries to avoid something. “You’re not gonna let it go, are you?”

“Not a chance, spill, Raeken,” Stiles smiles despite trying to sound assertive. He fails. It’s as teasing as his smile suggests.

Theo sighs, “okay,” digging into his pocket he pulls out a small purple bag with black yarn sealing it. “Last time I went on a run with Cora and Isaac we passed a jeweler. There weren’t any zombies around and the two of them wanted to get rings for each other. So we figured why not?” Shaky fingers untie the string and two silver bands fall into Theo’s palm and Stiles’ breath gets lodged in his throat. “I found two in our sizes while there.”

His eyes burn with tears when he tears them away from Theo’s hand to look at equally watery, blue eyes. “Theo,” Stiles whispers.

“I used to joke when we were kids that I’d marry you one day,” he properly gets on one knee, holding the smaller of the two bands out. “I’m not going to let a bunch of zombies change the fact that my joke has turned into something that I actually want. What about you? Do you want to marry me?”

As if that was something he’d needed to be asked in the first place. Stiles said yes even when they were kids before Theo had to move away. “Of course,” he says, tears streaking his cheeks as he throws himself at Theo.

Settling Stiles in his lap, Theo pulls him into a kiss, licking in his mouth and spreading heat everywhere. He laughs breathlessly when they pull away, grabbing Stiles’ hand to slide the ring on his finger. “I love you, Stiles.”

“I love you, too,” Stiles grins, putting the offered silver band on Theo’s finger.

Day 745:

It’s been two years since Z-Day as Stiles likes to call it. They lost Jackson about four months back. That fucking stung watching someone he’s known since he was a little kid- all bullying aside- get torn apart right in front of him and Stiles being powerless to stop it. The two of them were doing a routine check of the perimeter spikes and not only did one of their pits have a few zombies, but there were some scattered around the mounted ones. They cleared the hole first easily enough. But when they tried to kill two that were impaled on the same trap, their combined thrashing got one of them loose and it went straight for Jackson’s jugular. Stiles had to use his gun to dispose of the last two and very painfully put Jackson out of his misery.

It sucked. He cried. Couldn’t even bring himself to leave after he finished. Just crumbled to the grass and allowed himself to grieve. It took less than five minutes for Theo and Derek to find them, Cora, Isaac, and their newest addition Liam staying behind to hold the fort. Stiles hadn’t seen Derek this broken since the man told him what happened to Peter when they made their escape from his uncle’s downtown apartment. Theo’s arms immediately found their way around Stiles to hold him.

No matter how “used to it” you get, it never really stops the nightmares. It also doesn’t help when it’s been upwards of two weeks since Stiles has heard or saw his dad. He’s antsy, suddenly full of more energy than he knows what to do with and is itching to go find out if something happened. It took one look from Theo before they gathered their weapons and headed out to the sheriff’s station.

Usually they’re careful. Never going out in groups smaller than three and never when two are already doing a perimeter check. But this is his fucking dad. Stiles couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to know. But when they got there, there’s no way in hell his dad survived, but Stiles holds out hope. The place is surrounded by at least a dozen zombies and the double doors have been busted open. There’s no way of knowing how long ago it happened, but he hasn’t seen a single one in a uniform, so that has to count for something.

But they weren’t careful this time. They went just by themselves and Theo brought a pistol instead of his shotgun because Liam was using it to help Derek sweep the grounds. When they got down to the last two, things got a little screwy. Theo was pushed into a corner and had yet to reach his gun, but Stiles was dealing with a burly son of a bitch and couldn’t shake it long enough to go help. His boyfriend’s shout as he tries to fight his off distracted Stiles long enough for the big one to gain the upper hand.

The zombie pushes Stiles into the side of the sheriff’s station and his head wacks against the wall; hard. Just enough to blur his vision and make his arms slip for a scary moment. He hears Theo yell and his gun go off before suddenly he’s tackling the damn thing to the ground. It was a good move, but oh so stupid. When they hit the ground, Stiles can only watch in terror as the zombie’s jaw clamps around Theo’s ribs as he attempted to wrestle himself free.

“No!” Stiles screams, fumbling for his holstered gun and shoots the undead monster in its head. “Theo!” He rushes to the ground, “no, no, no,” his boyfriend coughs thickly, clenching his side. “Why would you do that?” Stiles pales as his blood runs cold. With the adrenaline no longer in his system, he can finally feel the bite on his shoulder, far too high to not be fatal.

“I couldn’t,” he huffs, groaning around clenched teeth, “I couldn’t let you die.”

“Theo,” Stiles’ eyes well, his head falling to his boyfriend’s chest, “it doesn’t matter. I-it bit me,” he sobs, fingers clenching in the fabric of Theo’s long sleeve shirt. “You could’ve lived!”

“In a world where you don’t exist?” Theo asks, coughing once more. His voice strained and thick. The zombie must have broken one of his ribs and it’s digging into his lung. “Not a chance. That was the last one out here at least. Come here,” he says, wrapping his arms around Stiles and laying them on their sides. Yeah, the concrete isn’t comfortable, but they’re dying anyway so what does it really matter?

“You know what we have to do,” Stiles takes a shaky breath, unable to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, knowing he’ll break if he does. “I can’t become one of those things. I can’t.”

“I know,” Theo tells him, pulling him up by his chin, “but we’re going to do it like we do everything else.”

“Together?” Stiles asks.

“Together,” Theo affirms, “on the count of three.”

“Okay,” he sniffles, aiming his pistol to the side of his boyfriend’s head, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” tears roll down Theo’s face when he leans in to kiss Stiles one last time. He keeps their foreheads resting against one another, “one.”

“T-two.”

“Three.”

Two shots echo the now empty parking lot, ensuring that the world doesn’t gain two more zombies.

[onbeinganangel]

first line game

oh holy mother of god, i have never felt this popular before! thank you @teacup-tai @the-sinking-ship @skeptiquewrites @tackytigerfic @the-starryknight @ohdrarry @shealwaysreads and @orange-peony for tagging me on this, you bunch of lovelies!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

so my last 20 stories would be... 18 kinkuary fics, a sad drabble and a threesome lmao, let's do this

1) heavy (drarry, 6.5k, E): Potter isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is, is all Draco can think about through the alcohol haze and the dizzying atmosphere of the club.

2) watch (pansy/ron/viktor, 1k, E): She tugs at the chain around her neck, making sure the matching keys are visible just under her collarbone.

3) sharp (george/angelina, ~500, E): The bite of the rope is just right.

4) yours (pansy/percy, ~900, E): By the time Percy licks a long path up from Pansy’s calf to her ankle, he realises with the most fierce certainty that this had been inevitable all along.

5) sweat (blairon, 1.4k, E): Ron isn’t good at asking for things.

6) reach (draco/james/teddy, 1.4k, E): Draco knows exactly what he’s doing.

7) clean (romione, 1k, E): There are a lot of things that live on the invisible line between magic and Muggle superstition.

8) shake (ginny/tonks, 1.1k, E): The finger lifting Ginny’s chin up is gentle, Tonks voice is soft.

9) beast (ronarry, 1.1k, E): Ron doesn’t know what he noticed first.

10) water (pansmione, 1k, E): “Granger, I don’t give a fuck."

11) concerned, worried, desperate (drarry, ~300, M): He’d always known it would end in some stupid way, much like this.

12) slide (bill/draco, 1.5k, E): Theo seemed to be of the opinion that now that he was dating a Gryffindor, all of the Slytherins needed to be subjected to endless pub nights, garden parties, chaotic Sunday Quidditch matches and boozy dinners.

13) start (blaise/ginny, fred/lee, 1.3k, E): Taming a Weasley is no small feat.

14) honey (parlavender, 2.3k, E): Parvati isn’t quite used to the Matron robes yet.

15) night (deamus, 1k, E): Dean is hard as a rock by the time Seamus finishes speaking, cheeks burning, hands worrying the hem of his jumper, stumbling a little over his words.

16) storm (wolfstar, 2.7k, E): Sirius doesn’t know why he suggests it, but he’s drunk and the day has been happier than most days are recently.

17) faith (draco/james, 1.3k, E): “You want me to do what!?”

18) chase (jegulus, 1k, E): He’s across the room from James, leant against the table in the little backroom of the Apothecary.

19) Misfortune's Bitter Storms (bill/fleur/tonks, 5.6k, E): Being the eldest of seven siblings gives you an advantage a lot of people don’t have.

20) still (perciver, 1.3k, E): “A sore arse on a broomstick could be the difference between a victory and a defeat” was the first lesson Oliver Wood had learnt as a professional Quidditch player.

Oh. I love this. If you'd asked me to predict any patterns before I actually looked at these properly, I would have guessed the complete opposite. I now wonder what the difference would be if I looked at other fics I wrote before kinkuary (might analyse that later), but anyway. It seems we're most looking at short and punchy? Very rarely dialogue (2 out of 20?), and mostly just intriguing curiosity grabbing setting-the-scene wee sentences. We open straight into action in a lot of these too, which I wouldn't have said it's a me thing. Truly a mixed bag here. Really interesting. Maybe I should start looking at my own writing more often lol.

Has everyone in the world done this? I shall tag some of the microfic gang because I just realised I went straight to ao3 for this and didn't look at my own microfics like an idiot! @dynazty @dracothecupcake @floydig @amortentiaboys @hullaballoonsie @peachpety and @graymatters do this if you fancy <3

[fuckingthefictional]

One more hour

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

AN: yoooo I highly recommend listening to Anthony Ramos- ‘One more hour’ while reading this. I gave up half way through but enjoy anyway!

Philip, what happened to you last night?”

“My man, It's crazy”

“Bro, you disappeared, did you leave with Y/N?”

“Yeah man, we were just hanging out man, and then we just kept goin' from one spot to another and-“

“What time did y'all get in?”

“like five or six or something like that, the sun was definitely coming up”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, let me tell you about it”

Here's how it happened- Downtown Manhattan, Chillin' with everybody in the cast and Pregame of swiftin' After work sippin'

Before moving to a big city, Y/N could never have possibly anticipated the sound of traffic being even remotely calming.

However, the longer she lived in a busy city, the more she learned to appreciate the sound of people in their cars.

It was oddly calming, the idea of hundreds of thousands of different people going about their lives.

The idea never ceased to get her creativity flowing, she could just listen for hours to the soft hum of engines for hours on end.

“Hey Y/N.”

Y/N felt her body jump in surprise as she heard someone speak in front of her, looking up from her work , she turned to find Philip Hamilton stood by her.

They’d both worked together at the New York Post for a couple of years now- ever since the pair had both been interns, fresh out of college.

It was fair to say that Y/N had a crush on Philip since the first time they met

“A bunch of us are going to Montero’s after work, d’you fancy coming with?”

Y/N swore she could feel her heart stop in her chest.

“M-me?” The woman stuttered in shock, her eyes wide and brows high.

Philip chuckled nervously, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean yeah, I’d really like it if you came- o-only if you want to, of course”

Y/N found herself giggling at the curly haired boys nervousness, “I’d love to,” she smiled in response,” what time are we all leaving?”

“Planning on leaving at around 6, and then staying out for however long we feel like.” He flashed his pearly whites in her direction, making Y/N’s heart flutter once again.

“Okay,” looking down at her outfit she sighed in frustration. It was very... professional, “I wish I’d brought something to change into now.”

“You really don’t need a change of clothes Y/N,” Philip skimmed his eyes up and down her outfit, before clearing his throat, “You look good in everything...”

You could feel your face turn pink, as you became flustered.

“...Especially when you blush like that.”

One drink to two 'til we on the train trippin'. Four four and A, Let's take the A. We gettin' lit 'cause we had a long day- Spot ain't too far, Big crew to start. But now we alone talkin' shit at the bar

Y/N found herself sipping a last gulp of her glass of wine, she savouring the taste in her mouth as she listened to her coworker, Theo chatter on about her engagement.

It was hard to keep focused on the other woman though, as Y/N kept catching Philip’s gaze from across the bar.

It wasn’t long at all before Philip strolled over with a few more of Y/N’s coworkers in tow. In his hands he held an additional glass of wine in his hands, which he slid towards her as he sat down in the both beside her.

“Is this for me?” Y/N questioned the curly haired boy.

“Only if you want it,” Philip shrugged, “Just thought you deserved another round, especially after the day we’ve had.”

Y/N giggled softly as she bumped his shoulder against hers, “thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Hours ticked by as fellow Coworkers began to pack up their things and say their farewells.

And it wasn’t long until it was just Philip and herself sat alone talking at the bar together.

It was strange, how comfortable Y/N felt with Philip. Obviously they knew each Other well, but around him it felt like time moved quickly without her knowledge.

“Holy crap, do you remember George Eaker?” Y/N laughed into her wine glass, as she remembered what a stupid situation she had been placed into.

“Oh God- he was an asshole.” Philip grumbled.

“He wasn’t that bad!”

“He flirted with you non-stop for a month- it was horrible.”

The young woman smiled cheekily at the guy in front of her, “Aw is lil Pip jealous?” She ruffled his soft head of hair, watching as he flushed red in response.

Then we held eyes way too long, started feeling something more- always been just friends before. Now I don't really wanna go!

“Well maybe I was.” He muttered under a bated breath.

Y/N swore she felt her body freeze up, since when did Philip like her like this? I mean she wasn’t complaining but- they’d always been “just friends”.

They held eye contact for a few moments, something that had to be too long to be considered a normal friend thing.

As she looked into Philip’s eyes, she noticed a gnawing feeling in her stomach, one that told her: ‘she didn’t want to be just friends with Pip- she wanted something more.’

Now this place is closin', they callin' last round, I got another spot around the corner if you down. Tomorrow we ain't workin', so maybe one more? But homie, no pressure, we can call it if you want

“It’s probably time we go,” Y/N spoke softly, “they’re calling last rounds.” She downed the rest of the wine in her glass as she started working on gathering up her things.

The bar was slowly becoming more and more desolate, as the customers began to filter out of the exit and into the streets.

A select few of the patrons were working on getting a last order in, before the bar shut for the night.

Philip cleared his throat, “Y’know, I know another place around the corner if you’re down to go?” He took a few seconds to rethink his words, as a moment later he added on a panicked, “But no pressure, we can call it a night if you want?”

She said, "Nah, let's make a move, and I'ma trust you. But if this place is wack you gon' be callin’ my- Ooh

Y/N mulled over the decision in her mind for a minute. She really wanted to.

“Oh what the hell!” The young woman declared, “we’re not working tomorrow, but I swear to God Pip if this place is whack you’ll be the one having to call my parents”

Philip chuckled in response, as he hopped off of the bar stool and held his hand out for her to take.

Without even a second thought, she took his larger hand in hers.

Philip’s palms were warm (but not sweaty or clammy) Which played a huge contrast in comparison to Y/N’s own freezing cold hands, And whenever he squeezed her hand in excitement- Y/N could feel the butterflies erupt in her belly.

It was small things like this, that never failed to make Y/N fall more in love with Philip Hamilton.

5 minutes of walking later, Philip finally halted in front of a rather rustic looking bar- that maybe was beginning to border i on scrappy looking.

The neon sign above the entrance read ‘Valentinos’ in a glowing red font.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous about entering the building.

“My dad and his friends used to frequent here back in college,” Philip explained, before continuing on “it’s usually quite quiet and it stays open late.”

Y/N could feel her heart hammering inside her chest- she didn’t know what to make of this place.

Her anxiety was obviously noticed by the young man holding her hand, as seconds later he took her face in his hands.

Philip gently caressed her cheeks as he spoke softly in a soothing manner, “I don’t want to force you into anything that you’re not comfortable with- But I promise it’ll be safe inside.”

Y/N found herself listening to his words.

Philip wouldn’t put her in any immediate danger- she could feel it.

Inside the bar was better than Y/N had expected, it was clean and there were plenty of spare tables to sit at.

So they sat, sipping their new sounds of drinks, at the back of the bar.

Slowly letting time slip in between their fingertips.

Never mind, never mind, ‘cause soon as we arrive, got a spot up in the back, back to losing track of time.

Hours later, both Philip and Y/N stumbled out of Valentino’s- slightly tipsy and high on life.

Outside was dark, and it was obvious how late the night had gotten.

Y/N wasn’t even overly surprised when she looked at her phone, And found that the time was half past 3 in the morning.

the dim glow of the street lights lit up the strips of sidewalk, And the bustle had for the most part stopped.

But she could still hear the sound of the trains below their feet, as the transport continued to set off and arrive to and from the subway platform.

And other than that, the only thing Y/N could hear was the steady breathing coming from Philip.

“It's been a good night, I mean, I hope we can do this again for real,” he pulled Y/N closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. But Y/N didn’t mind one bit, “but We should probably head out ‘Cause, you know- There's nowhere else to go, ‘should probably head on home.”

Y/N watched Philip take his phone out of his pocket, as he pressed on the Uber app. Ready to call Y/N a cab back home.

“Stop!” Y/N didn’t know what urged her to take Philip’s face into her hands, but she followed through as she followed on, “Let's go one more hour! Usually I'm gone now- I'm not ready, I don't really wanna go.”

A split second later Philip’s mouth was on hers, as the pair met in a hot, passionate kiss.

It was everything that Y/N could’ve imagined, as the young man tugged at her Y/H/C locks on her head.

She let out a pleasured groan at the sensation, and she could feel Philip’s smile pressing up against her lips.

“One more hour huh?” Philip mumbled, “Does that include being at my apartment?”

[ladyloveandjustice]

The Westing Game Chapter 12

The First Bomb

That’s right, it was a bomb that interrupted the meeting last time! Specifically, the Theodorakis kitchen has been bombed- but Mr. and Mrs T. are okay, it’s just some exploded tomato sauce cans and minor damage. They do need to close for a couple days, though

Obviously Mr. Hoo would be the prime suspect for this- he’s their competition, he makes NO secret how resentful he is about how well they do in comparison to his restaurant, and he immediately is very bad at concealing his delight at the situation. However, he’s SO obvious (Doug even notices how his dad is coming off and tries to cover for him) I can’t help but think he’s a red herring. Maybe the first bomb is intentionally trying to make it look like it was him. A second bomb might help us figure out the motive a little better, and this chapter title DOES imply a second will come. (OOH WHAT IF ONE OF THE THEODORAKIS BOMBED THEMSELVES. Theo did call everyone here...)

The sparks of the bomb being red and purple seems significant- purple waves? The red white and blue? Who knows.

(It would be really fantastic if it was Grace though. She’s the one who immediately wants to decorate after all. The idea of her crafting a bomb clashes so much which everything about her it’s just delightful.)

On the other hand, Alice laughs at the idea of her mother being the burglar, which makes me wonder if she is (Sydelle also strikes me as a potential suspect, maybe she started stealing people’s shit in revenge for being ignored and her notebook(. We also learn that Angela thinks “Turtle’s crutch is her braid”. In this context, it’s “crutch the get attention”- Alice’s braiding is the only time she really gets with her mother paying attention to her (and now she’s turning to Flora for that), a way she can get a second of closeness without openly asking for it. And maybe she enjoys the fact people are prone to tugging on her braid, it is after all, them noticing her. And a great excuse to establish a relationship through a good shin kickin’.

From Ford’s investigation, we also learn that George Theodorakis was Westing’s daughter’s escort at a party twenty years ago (is that why Westing’s going after his KIDS specifically? Because George was involved with HIS child? Did he have anything to do with her drowning?

 She doesn’t find any other connections besides the ones we know. However, she is surprised when she looks up a PI- “was it a coincidence or dumb luck? Or was she playing right into Westing’s hand?”- and she recognizes the voice when she dials the number. So the PI is someone she’s met, and probably someone WE’VE met. Could it be the person Northup invited by “mistake?” (which was said to be one of the sixteen residents, so not Otis, Crow, or Sandy). Intentionally here to disrupt Westing’s plans? It would be hard for anyone with a family to pull that off,, so that leaves Sydelle or Flora. I’d love it to be Flora. MAKING CLOTHES AND CRACKIN’ CASES.

(Come to think of it, the mistake might also be Mrs. Hoo. Did Westing know Mr. Hoo had remarried? What if SHE has a secret agenda?)

Or maybe I’m completely off the mark and the PI is not the mistake- they could just be a coincidence or deliberately invited by Westing to shake things up, as Ford thinks. In which case it could be Otis or Sandy! OR Northup OR someone unrelated. Anything could happen from here on out, honestly, but whatever it is I’m sure it’ll be a blast.

[hermiones-haven]

Vinculis Quod Ligatus (The Tie that Binds)

Author: @wordsmithmusings265 Beta: @lilhawkeye3 Artist: @quintalon Fandom(s): Harry Potter Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Side Pairings: Blaise Zabini/George Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Susan Bones, Theo Nott/Luna Lovegood Rating: Explicit Summary: 7 years after the war: Hermione Granger is living as a mundane college student in NYC; she's given up magic and all ties to the magical community - even though she feels it tugging on her heart and whispering to her in corridors. And then he shows up on her doorstep reminding her of all the things she's forgotten - including what it feels like to be loved and tied deeply to someone with all of her soul.

Draco Malfoy is a powerful businessman with deep pockets and connections. He successfully runs House of M, a global corporation and is a high level warlock within the Desterrados Maxia - the Conclave of the Fated Ones. The only thing missing is the part of his heart that's in NYC. Seeing her again stirs feelings he can't deny, and he's promised himself he can never live without her again.

Magic in the UK is dying thanks to Voldemort's legacy and the Ministry of Magic is in denial as usual and looking to cover it up with a marriage law. It's up to Draco, and his team, to convince Hermione to return to magic, reclaim her magic, step into her power with the Daughters of Vega Coven. Together they can cleanse Voldemort's legacy from the UK once and for all - thus restoring the balance of magic, and thwarting the Ministry of Magic from sending them down a path they cannot escape. All they have to do is trust in the ties that bind.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BigBang2020/works/25421518