#bash x theo

[kitweewoos]

Bash/Theo + "Is that on fire?"

happiness is the truth

kitthekazoo

Summary:

Theo tries to do something nice for Bash and Amira, and fails spectacularly.

Relationships:

Bashir Hamed/Theo Hunter

Amira Hamed & Theo Hunter

Characters:

Bashir Hamed

Theo Hunter

Amira Hamed

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship

Domestic

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

[read it now on ao3]

[therealallisonspear]

Hello my loves,

Just wanted to announce some exciting news!! I have a Mattheo Riddle fanfic on its way. I’m curious, should I publish it? I am working on a sneak peek to see if you are all interested! Let me know what you think… yes or no? 🖤

[gods-graveyard]

They need to lock me back up before its too late. INTRODUCING THE 3RD UPDATE OF THE WEEK :DDDD

If your stumbling upon this, Im Sunny, write Slytherin Harry Potter AU with a healthy dose of Morally ambigious Harry + friends, Dumbledore bashing, Wix politics/culture, Marauders era content, etc

Check out my pinned post @ Wizard Will Smith for more info, and I do hope you give it a read

(I will admit first chapter isnt the best but I have to physically restain myself from going back and editing the fuck out of it for the sake of continuity )

But you got now NINE more chapters to enjoy, well on the way to finishing the first installment I hope you join along!!

The answer is no btw, I haven't seen the sun all week (because its been cloudy as fuck)

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[jomiddlemarch]

The Black Widow

“I think I’ve been too hard on Blaise’s mum, all these years,” Hermione said, her shoulders slumped instead of maintaining her usual impeccable, McGonagall-inspired posture, her chin held in the hand that wasn’t curled around a cup of tea. It was actually a very fine cup of masala chai that Padma had made using the Patil family’s own karha recipe and Hermione had chosen it over a glass of Shiraz and the two fingers of bourbon that had also been offered and perhaps foolishly declined. She took a breath, tried to let the scent of the spices soothe her.

No dice.

“Maybe you’re, I don’t know, exaggerating a bit?” Padma said carefully.

“She means you’re being more dramatic than Celestina Warbeck and Sarah Bernhardt put together, darling,” Theo said. They were her two most rational friends, Theo a hatstall for Ravenclaw, Padma properly Sorted and also Second Wrangler for her year at Cambridge. It had made sense to come to them and not, say, Harry, who was pants at validation, or Ginny, who only ever wanted salacious details and sulked when Hermione wouldn’t share, or Luna, who might say something daft or something that was as sharply acute as an Unforgivable, with the additional burden of being Unforgettable, and who was also in Svalbard. It had made sense and yet now Hermione was considering she could have just gone to any wine-bar in Soho and gotten sloshed without any incisive commentary.

“Incisive, I like that,” Theo said as Hermione had evidently voiced that bit of her internal monologue aloud.

“I always said she must be a dreadful person and now I’m the dreadful person,” Hermione said. Was there a slight moaning quality to her tone? She had come seeking tea and sympathy. “I should have understood the cards were stacked against her and that she couldn’t fight the patriarchy of the Wizarding world by herself—”

“I’m not discounting the point about the patriarchy, but I don’t think you and Madame Zabini are much alike. Nor are your circumstances,” Padma said.

“She means you haven’t murdered any of your men,” Theo said, peering at Hermione through his glasses. “In case you were too addled to make out what she meant by circumstances. You’re still a Gryffindor, you often need things told to you point-blank. Or at wandpoint, but that seems unnecessary.”

“He’s right,” Padma said. “Though to be unfair, there’s no confirmation about several of Madame Zabini’s husbands’…demises. There was no body recovered for the last one and she’s always spoken fondly about Blaise’s father. She’s allowed to have some bad luck and there have been two wars—”

“Come off it, Padma, the witch is a bloody menace and even Riddle was scared of her. That’s why Blaise didn’t have to get the Dark Mark,” Theo said. “Tom was into Dark magic, but Madame Zabini knows the Old Ways.”

“Fine,” Padma said. “Still, Hermione, it’s not the same.”

“First of all, no one you’ve dated is dead,” Theo pointed out.

“Anthony said I was a life-ruiner,” Hermione replied. 

“As if he had a life worth ruining, the tosser,” Theo said, scoffing. “So full of himself.”

“Ron got cursed at the Final Battle because he was trying to protect me,” Hermione said.

“He’s been getting free rounds of drinks off that injury for the past twenty-odd years,” Padma said. “If he’d listened to anyone, he could have had it repaired at St. Mungo’s that first week instead of relying on a field dressing by a fifth year Hufflepuff. He’s only still got the limp and the scar because he waited and then it was permanent.”

“Bill said that too,” Hermione admitted. 

“And just because Viktor Krum hasn’t been heard of in about nine years, that’s nothing to do with you,” Theo said. “I know you’ll mention that last letter of his, where he wrote about Ioanna and her amber halo, but really, that could mean any number of things. And also, again, not confirmed dead and not at your hand.”

“McLaggen had it coming to him,” Padma said and sniffed. “You were helping out all female-presenting creatures and beings when you hexed him.”

“I don’t feel that bad about him,” Hermione said.

“Good. That’s progress, love,” Theo said. “You’re not still counting Snape, are you?”

“I mean, I let him die, Theo. I was right there—”

“You had a crush on him during sixth year but I don’t see how he counts as one of you men. I think he would rather have died again, more gruesomely, as Nagini kibble, than have a relationship with any student, let alone a Gryffindor like yourself,” Theo said. 

“You couldn’t have saved him,” Padma said more softly. “You were with him when he went, his portrait said as much. He doesn’t bear you any ill-will. Quite the contrary, I think he’s a bit fond of you now, though he’d say this was a bunch of bloody sentimental shite. And probably take one hundred points from Gryffindor and call you a silly cow.”

“Death has not softened him up much, has it?” Theo said. “Good old Snape. Or Bad old Snape. Whichever. That was his thing, double-agent, et cetera, wasn’t it? But he’d never see himself as one of your victims.”

“I appreciate you are both trying to cheer me up,” Hermione said. She took a gulp of the chai, which was at the perfect temperature, because Padma had used the good Charmed china. 

“We are trying to reason with you, brightest witch of our age,” Theo said.

“Neville—” Hermione said, breaking off.

There was a moment of silence, respectful, sincere, thoughtful. Sort of like Neville had turned out to be, besides being the Prophecy’s spare, the slayer of Nagini, champion wearer of Fair Isle jerseys and well-worn cords, strider of moors, Sprout’s successor. Hermione’s former almost-fiancé.

“It never would have worked out,” Padma said.

“I know. I just loved him so much, he was so dear,” Hermione said. “When he proposed, it was like a dream—”

“He fell in a bog and broke both his legs,” Theo said. “Again, Not Dead. Perhaps terminally embarrassed, especially since he lost the ring in the bog and now the bog kassapu won’t give it back and Madame Longbottom is furious—”

“His gran didn’t mind that much,” Hermione said. “But she did say it was a sign. And that because Neville broke his legs in an enchanted bog, it wasn’t something St. Mungo’s could heal up easily and I wasn’t to think twice about refusing the offer. Neville said the same thing.”

“I suppose you could wait for him,” Padma said. “You are a witch. Another couple of decades—”

“We agreed it was for the best, ending it. We’ll stay friends, close friends, but he saw what was happening,” Hermione said. She’d often been told, dismissively by Slytherins, that one could read her face like a book; at the moment, it must be a torrid, fraught romance, albeit one without any ripped bodices or irascible, secretly wounded dukes. 

“It’s not like you and Draco planned to meet at St. Mungo’s,” Theo said. “It’s not like you orchestrated it for him to be on-call when you and Neville arrived and for him to be the one who sat up with you the whole night while the other Healers stabilized Nev. It’s not like you tried to fall in love with each other, former rivals and adversaries who had more in common than they’d admit until they couldn’t any more, wouldn’t—”

“Even though the rest of us could see it coming from a mile away. Years before. Since that first night at the pub,” Padma said. “Harry saw it. George Weasley’s had a bet going since you went to the loo that night, the pot could buy a lovely holiday villa in the Algarve by now. Minerva—”

“You call her Minerva now?” Theo whistled. “I thought that was reserved for the brightest witch here.”

“I advise some of the more gifted Arithmancy students who are beyond Vector’s skills,” Padma said. “Hermione might have done, but she had that Potions torch to carry and then Bill roped her into the side-gig at Gringott’s. Minerva told me she didn’t want to be called Professor by a colleague, certainly not one who made a better pot of tea than she did.”

“She said that?” Hermione exclaimed.

“I made the masala chai. She’s not stupid,” Padma said. “She said she’d wondered about you and Draco since the Yule Ball and that if Dumbledore had simply managed the Voldemort situation better, we could all have spent our Hogwarts years waiting to see if the two of you would get together.”

“Oh my,” Theo said, laughing. Hermione made a face, scrunching up her nose, then shoved back the hair that had come loose from the combs she’d used to pull it back.

“I guess the truth is, I’m afraid,” Hermione said. “I’m thirty-eight years old and I’ve never had a successful romantic relationship, they’ve all been unmitigated failures, well, maybe I get a pass on Neville, but otherwise it’s all been utter shite and I don’t want to mess anything up with Draco. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to be the Black widow and Walburga has been giving me the evil eye since she heard—”

“There it is,” Padma said.

“You cannot let that blasted portrait bother you,” Theo said. “Draco ought to be able to shut her up, heir to the House and all.”

“You’re not going to mess anything up. At least, you won’t do it by yourself. This is about you and Draco, what’s between you. What you make with how you care about each other,” Padma said. Theo nodded.

“And for the record, Draco has done a superlative job of keeping himself alive in situations that would have killed any lesser being. He survived Riddle as a houseguest. He survived Bellatrix changing his nappies. He survived Lucius finding out you’d beaten him in every class and Harry winning the Tri-Wizard Tournament,” Theo said. “You can’t take him out, darling girl, even if you try.”

“You should talk to him,” Padma said.

“I don’t know, he’ll think I’m being silly or that he has to take care of me,” Hermione said.

“You are being silly and he does have to take care of you,” Theo said. “So, yes, he’ll think that. But I am confident that he will express himself most eloquently on the topic.”

“How care you be so sure?” Hermione asked.

“Because this isn’t the first pot of masala chai I’ve made that one of you hasn’t drunk this week,” Padma said. “You’re the more secure of the two of you though—he went to Harry first.”

“And then to Millie,” Theo added. “She has not become more patient with age. It was a near-fatal error.”

Bonus image of my Madam Zabini fancast:

[gauri92]

Remember Us As War Time Stamps - Chapter 1 - Anyaparadox - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

The timestamps are here !!!

Honestly, if you haven't read Remember is as War (but call us forgiveness) by @anyaparadox , you are missing out. It's a beautifully crafted story with such compelling and compassionate writing. All characters are so so wonderfully written and I love all the ensemble cast.

The author had mentioned she will write out a few timestamps for some characters as well, and I'm jumped to see the first chapter drop today.

I also love the extremely super rare pair of Astoria/Charlie. Astoria being a well written, sympathetic character is very very rare in dramione fics, and I was so happy to have found an amazingly well written Astoria here, paired with Charlie (in a way).

Haha, my thoughts over. But seriously, please please read these stories, they are wonderful !

[theostrophywife]

focus on me.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮‍💨

You were supposed to be studying. 

When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice. 

You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle. 

Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it. 

Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work. 

By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied. 

You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself. 

Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel. 

The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire. 

Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”

Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk. 

“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.” 

Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for. 

It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?

“Maybe for a second…”

Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly. 

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.” 

Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.

“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”

You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.” 

Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”

“Touch me. Please.” 

Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.” 

“Why not, angel?”

You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him. 

“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”

“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.” 

His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape. 

“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”

“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.” 

“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”

His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting. 

“Let’s try something harder, princess.” 

Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern. 

“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.” 

“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.” 

“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.

“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”

Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.

“Rerth. For luck.”

“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?” 

You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more. 

But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned. 

“I want to ride your abs.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now. 

“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.” 

In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him. 

It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul. 

Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles. 

He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal. 

The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”

“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”

The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area. 

“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”

His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.” 

“Only for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit. 

You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans. 

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life. 

Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass. 

“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?” 

As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough. 

“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.” 

“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.” 

He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?” 

You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands. 

“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.” 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.” 

He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.” 

Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped. 

Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question. 

“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.” 

“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.” 

He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor. 

“Cum with me, my love.” 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you. 

Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair. 

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.” 

“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.” 

You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.

Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.” 

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[theosbutterfly]

the best thing at this party — t. nott

❝ fighting in only your army frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party ❞

pairing: jealous!theo x malfoy!reader

context: at yours and draco's annual back-to-hogwarts bash, a pair of weasleys show up uninvited, much to theo's dismay.

words: 2.3k+

warnings: jealousy, somewhat possessive behavior, reader's kind of a bitch, theo's kind of an asshole, marijuana use, alcohol use, vomiting, a little fluff, mainly angst

"so where's the principessa?" you hear theo bring you up in conversation as you and pansy descend the stairs to join the boys in the foyer. "taking extra time to fix up her hair?"

"é un dato di fatto, lo ero," as a matter of fact, i was. you lean a hand against the banister, stopping on the last step, eyes focusing on theo. there's a chance you may or may not have learned italian just to make sure he couldn't insult you without your knowledge—not that it stopped him, but at least this way, you could defend yourself. "it takes time to look this good. but glad to know you noticed my absence."

"ooh, she got you there, mate," blaise chuckles, placing a hand on theo's shoulder, who shrugs it off.

"whatever," he spat, rolling his eyes. "i need a drink."

"finally something i can get on board with," mattheo points a finger at him, and they both turn to head towards the sitting room, pansy trailing closely behind them.

"is pans still trying to get with matt?" enzo asks, tilting his head up at you as they walked away.

"beats me," you shrugged, stepping down the last step and glancing between them. "now, why are you two standing here like a bunch of statues? last i checked, party's over there." you point your thumb towards the parlor, which appeared to be glowing green.

"the gate's still open," blaise shrugs. "draco wants us to watch for 'undesirables'."

"undesirables?" you repeat the word just so he could hear how ridiculous it sounded. "has he gone mad?"

"he wants to make sure no one from the other houses show up," blaise clarifies.

"fuck that," you shake your head. "come on." you link your arms with one of blaise's and one of enzo's, waving a finger up in the air. "colloportus!" the spell causes the front door and front gate to seal shut, as you begin walking with blaise and enzo towards the music. "now, where's dobby?"

your house elf immediately appears in front of you at the sound of his name.

"dobby is here, miss y/n," he looks up at you. "what can dobby do for you?"

you unlink your arms from blaise and enzo's and crouch down to be eye level with him. "fetch me the good liquor from the cellar downstairs, and then come find me when you've got it."

he nods. "dobby is on it miss y/n!"

—

"what are you doing standing here all alone?" daphne greengrass saunters over to theo, who was leaning against the bar, a drink in hand.

"daphne greengrass," theo greets her. "i'm surprised you're here. wouldn't the head girl disapprove of rowdy parties as such?" he waves his drink towards the crowd that had turned the malfoy's parlor into a makeshift dance floor, and she chuckles.

"i'm turning over a new leaf," she shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. "it is our last year, after all."

"thank merlin for that," you walk between them, and lean over the bar to reach for four shot glasses.

"y/n," daphne's voice is strained as she clears her throat. "nice to see you."

you stand up straight after retrieving what you were looking for and turn your head towards her. "i'd say the same, but i'm not a liar."

theo shifts his eyes between the two of you, slightly amused at the way daphne takes a deep breath to keep her composure while you throw her a close-lipped smile.

"where'd you get the bottle, y/n?" he cuts in to prevent a cat fight from breaking out between you and daphne, and eyes the bottle of fire whiskey in your hand.

you look at him. "i had dobby fetch it from the cellar," you say. "pans and i are gonna drink it dry."

"just the two of you?" he raises an eyebrow, condescension painting his features. "does draco know about that?"

"why?" you challenge. "are you gonna go run off and tattle on me?"

before he could reply, another voice cuts in. "oi, malfoy! are we getting pissed or what?"

you turn your attention away from theo to the one of the weasleys you'd found lurking around the corners. "well, you're quite the impatient one, aren't you, freddie?"

heat rises in theo's chest when he gets a better look of the guy under the green light, and realizes its a weasley. what the hell was he doing here? and why were you allowing it?

"time is of the essence, darling," fred tells you. "george and i are trying to get a taste of this drink you've got before we inevitably get kicked out of here."

"what are you doing here, weasley?" theo speaks through gritted teeth, and looks at you. "you invited them?"

"of course not," you shrug. "they snuck in."

theo's eyes narrow at you. "and you're offering them a drink instead of throwing them out?"

"they ditched their house colors to don ours for the night," you tell him, eyes focused on fred. "i think that deserves them a little taste of slytherin."

theo doesn't miss the way fred's eyes trail over your body, and rolls his eyes. "maybe even more than a little," fred smirks.

you giggle at his words, but before you could walk away with him, theo grabs the back of your arm, pulling you close, his lips right above your ear. "cosa fai?" what are you doing?

you tilt your head up to have your eyes meet his. "mi sto divertendo," i'm having fun. "dovresti provarlo qualche volta." you should try it sometime.

you yank your arm out of his hold and don't give him a chance to respond, waltzing away towards the crowd.

"merlin, she is fit," fred comments, watching the way your hips sway as you walk away. "is she seeing anyone?"

"if she was, it certainly wouldn't be you," theo tells him.

"we'll see about that, mate. excuse me," fred throws him a smirk, before walking away to follow you across the room.

theo watches as he does, bringing his glass up to his lips to finish of his drink.

"do you-" daphne starts, but he doesn't let her finish, slamming his glass down on the bar and walking off.

—

"you all look pissed," pansy stumbles over to the guys, who were seated in a secluded area of the manor that was somewhat devoid of all the noise from the party in the parlor, passing around a joint.

"not as much as you, it seems," mattheo chuckles as she falls beside him, head falling against his shoulder. "where you been?"

"drinking with y/n," she says, eyes slowly fluttering close.

"that was your first mistake," enzo tuts, taking a long drag and inhaling. "that girl can drink double her weight in alcohol."

"mhm," pansy hums, eyes fully closing as her body falls limp against mattheo.

"alright," mattheo shifts, just enough to wake her and get her up on her feet. "look like someone's had enough for the night. come on." he begins to the guide pansy out of the room, his eyes telling the guys that he'd be right back.

"what the bloody hell did they even drink?" blaise asks, shifting his eyes between theo and enzo.

"fire whiskey," theo blows smoke out of his mouth and takes another drag. 

blaise's eyes widen. "and they didn't think to share? bloody wankers."

"they were too busy sharing it with y/n's new conquests," theo replies bitterly, passing the joint off to him.

"seems to me she's sharing more than that," enzo cuts in, raising his silver flask to point at you and fred on the opposite side of the room, where surely enough, you were tucked between him and the wall, one hand beside your head and one hand on you waist.

"oh, bloody hell," theo rolls his eyes, pulling a chuckle out from enzo.

"who is that guy anyway?"

"fred weasley," theo grits out.

"you're bloody kidding," blaise snickers, leaning forward to flick off some ash from the a joint. 

"oh, i'm bloody serious," theo nods. "he's been eye-fucking her since she showed him the tiniest bit of attention. it was quite pathetic, if you ask me."

"what's with the bitterness, mate?" enzo asks, attention shifting to theo. "you jealous?"

theo scoffs. "jealous? please. non durerà in alcun modo." no way that's gonna last. you weren't exactly the "relationship" type.

enzo shakes his head. "no clue what that means, but it didn't sound nice."

"you know how y/n is," theo tells him, hand motioning towards you and fred across the room. "it's nothing but a game to her."

"so what?" blaise asks, handing the joint over back to enzo. "you bitter she won't let you play?"

"who won't let who play?" mattheo rejoins them, and sits back down beside theo.

"theo's jealous fred weasley's got his claws in y/n," enzo catches him up.

"alright," theo stands from the sofa, no longer wanting to hear anymore of it. "i'm done with this shit."

—

unfortunately for theo, the second he headed for the bar and away from the boys, you were also already there with fred.

"alright, freddie, what's it gonna be?" your body was bent over the bar counter, fred's eyes trailing over it as you tried to reach for two different bottles. "rum or brandy?"

"oh, i'm in the mood for something much tastier, love," fred flirts, causing theo to roll his eyes.

"bloody hell," you hear theo mutter, and stand up straight after taking a hold of the two bottles you were looking for. "can't you two do this elsewhere?"

"well, no one's forcing you to stand there and watch," you retort, eyes shooting him an ice cold glare.

"for merlin's sake," he groans, clearly frustrated. "if you wanna fuck him, at least do it in one of the many private rooms upstairs so you can at least keep some of your dignity."

the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, making you scoff and set both bottles down before getting close to him to make sure he hears you loud and clear. "fuck you."

you walk away from both of them and head for the corridor, while fred looks at theo.

"that-"

"don't fucking say anything, weasley," theo cuts him off, and leaves him behind, legs immediately following after you.

"y/n, wait!" he takes grab of your wrist and pulls to make you stop and turn to look at him.

"get off!" you shake his hand off your wrist, arms crossing in front of your chest as you looked at him.

"oh, smettila di essere una tale stronza," oh, stop being such a bitch. he tells you.

"you know what theo-" you start to give him a piece of your mind, when an uneasy feeling suddenly creeps into your stomach and slides up the back of your throat. 

fuck.

you immediately push past him to head for the nearest bathroom and he follows, as your knees hit the cold tile floor and reminiscents of what you ate before you started drinking came pouring out into the toilet in front of you.

"alright," theo winces, crouching down beside you to take a hold of your hair and gently rub a hand up and down your back. "let it out."

—

"ugh," you complain, swinging your bedroom door open and proceeding inside as you tucked your now messed up hair behind your ears. "this was not how this night was suppose to go."

theo chuckles behind you, closing your door and tossing your heels down on the ground beside your dresser.

"oh, i'm so glad you find this amusing," you spat, undoing your hair and placing the bobby pins down on your vanity.

"i just find it funny that even after two years of drinking, you still can't hold shit down," he says, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

you mimic his words, but don't actually say anything. "ugh!" you groan loudly when it suddenly becomes much harder to tug your dress off. "why is this not-"

you stop when you feel cold fingers trail across and down your back, your skin feeling like over a hundred degrees. "hai dimenticato di aprirlo, farfalla." you forgot to unzip it, butterfly.

your eyes threaten to flutter close at the deep sound of his voice, goosebumps rising upon your skin, as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress. "theo…"

his hand lingers above your lower back, as he leaned down, lips just right above your ear. "potresti fare meglio di weasley, lo sai?" you could do better than weasley, you know that?

his breath on your ear makes a shiver run down your spine, as your head tilted back against him. "mostramelo meglio allora." show me better then.

to anyone else, this would seem odd. but to the two of you, this was just how you worked. one second you were bickering, and the next, whispering sweet nothings. it was a dance that you both knew all too well.

though the thread he used to keep you at a distance threatened to snap, theo holds himself back—you were draco's baby sister. he wasn't suppose to want you. he couldn't.

"dovresti dormire un po'," you should get some sleep. he lets himself stay beside you for one more moment, before finally pulling away—to your disappointment.

"you're not gonna stay?" you grab at the sides of your dress to keep it from falling down as you turned to look at him.

"non posso," i can't. he shakes his head at you, despite your forming pout. he didn't know what he'd get himself into if he stayed, and a part of him was afraid to find out. "buona notte, farfalla."

good night, butterfly.

part 2 coming soon!!!

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Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

[jada-lockwood]

Hey so I’m coming on here for some fic recs. these are some of my favourite fanfics and most are completed (will specify down below). There are from multiple fandoms so I will be sure to mention which they are in and what the general tropes are.

Private message me for links, I will be happy to send them over :)

HARRY POTTER:

Marauders era:

dirty old town by WizardGod

Regulus Black x muggle reader

Alastair Moody’s niece takes in regulus after he defects from the deatheaters

Angst >> arguing and yelling

Posh prick regulus

Fake dating

Enemies to lovers

Smut

Trauma > hurt regulus > hurt/comfort

Happy ending

Fluff

Evan Rosier being a golden retriever

Complete>> 38 chapters and 286,984 words

Golden trio era:

Oh God Not Again! by Sarah1281

Harry gets sent back in time

Decides to fuck shit up while he can

Saving some people who would have died

Running gag that his scar is psychic

Marketing off of himself

Humour

Harry and Draco are friends

Complete>> 50 chapters and 150,710 words

The Black Sparrow by TheIdeaOfSarcasm

Regulus raising Harry

Angst

Jegulus

Wolfstar

Jily (not at same time as jegulus)

No lily bashing

Dumbledore bashing

Drarry

Fluff and smut

Badass Regulus

Badass Harry

Running on air by eleventy7

Drarry

Draco has been missing for 3 years

Harry is assigned to his case

Harry falls in love with Draco through memories

Slow burn

Happy ending

Complete

Veiled by 60coyote

Dramione

Post war

Ron Weasley bashing

Met at a masquerade event

She knows who he is but he doesn’t know who she is.

She asks him to find out who she is

8th year

Brief mention of spiking and description of spiking but no one is taken advantage of

Sub!Draco / Dom!Hermione

In progress

The Trouble With Wanting by WrathOfMacy

Hermione granger x Fred Weasley

Ron Weasley bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Cute stolen moments

Smut

Fluff

Secretly dating

In progress

As long as I am here by Sehnsucht88

Harry Potter x sister!oc

Bill Weasley x oc

Dumbledore bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Ron Weasley bashing

Theo Nott x Harry Potter

Dramione

Harry saved from dursleys

LGBT+ friendly

Badass oc

Adopted/taken in hermione

In progress updates regularly

LUCIFER:

Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by lilaestheticsnhope

Lucifer x reader

Friends with benefits

Fake dating / undercover work

Hurt lucifer

Hurt reader

Angst

Smut

Fluff

Complete>>45 chapters and 263,535 words

MARVEL:

Harmless by shurisneakers

Bucky barnes x reader

Dr doofensmirtz and Perry vibes

She’s the inventor, he’s instructed to keep an eye on her

She’s mildly dangerous, mostly harmless

Shameless flirting

Enemies/rivals to friends to lovers

Not wanting to admit feelings

Lighthearted

Fun to read

Enjoyable to reread

Complete>> 23 chapters and 118,356 words

[happilykrispypirate]

Attention - Chapter I

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Malfoy!reader x Mattheo Riddle

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of fighting, alcohol, smoking, mentions of sex and my shitty writing.

Summary: Y/n and Theo are best friends. Now Theo has fallen madly in love with Y/n but she keeps saying they're just friends. Y/n is in love with Theo, but she feels that he's not in love with her, because he sleeps with every girl he sees. Mattheo comes along and fucks Theo's plan up of getting Y/n to be his. Just like Theo, Mattheo falls head over heels for Y/n.

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"Y/n, come on. We're already late to the ball," Theo called through from the other side of her door.

Mattheo walked up to Theo and Theo glared at him, "What are are you doing here?"

"Narcissa sent me to come and check on you two," He said.

"We're fine," Theo said, "Now leave."

"Would you two stop bickering? I'm done," The door opened and revealed Y/n in a long back dress that hugged the top half of her body tightly, which made her boobs pop a little (the boys definitely weren't staring *wink wink nudge nudge*). Then at the bottom it hung loose and poofed a little (much like a ballgown but a lot less and it wasn't net it was just satin).

"You look-"

"You look stunning," Mattheo said cutting Theo off. Mattheo took Y/n's hand and kissed it. The blush on her cheeks made Theo furious.

"Thank Mattheo, you look handsome," She said and then turned to Theo with a big smile, "You as well, Theo."

"Thank you, love," Theo said.

"However I think you're going to steal everyone's attention tonight, maybe even their hearts," Mattheo said.

"Aren't you the charmer?" Y/n said smiling at him.

"Only for you, love," He said making Y/n blush once again. If it weren't for Y/n standing right there, Theo would've bashed Mattheo's head in.

The three of them got to the ball, and just like Mattheo said, everyone's eyes were on her.

"Look at you! You look gorgeous!" Pansy, Y/n's other best friend, said coming over with Blaise, Enzo and Draco trailing behind her.

"Me? Look at you!" Y/n said hugging her.

"Bitch, I think we both look gorgeous," Pansy said making Y/n laugh.

"Oh, this is Mattheo Riddle, he's going to join us at Hogwarts next term," Y/n said.

"Nice to meet you all," Mattheo greeted.

Pansy leaned in a bit and whispered into Y/n's ear, "He's so fucking hot, if I weren't wearing a dress right now I swear you could see me-"

"Don't whisper that last part into my ear, ever again," Y/n said pull away from her. Pansy smiled at Y/n, all too innocently, making Y/n shake her head.

"N/n, we already stacked the bottles at the spot," Enzo said.

"We? You mean me," Draco said.

"Yeah, yeah, we're a group. It counts as a team effort," Enzo said.

"No, it doesn't," Draco said.

"Oh fuck, Penelope is here," Theo said causing Y/n to roll her eyes.

"Penelope?" Mattheo asked.

"One of the many one night stands that our friend here has," Blaise said.

Mattheo looked at Y/n. She hid it well, but he could see the look of disgust and sadness on her face.

"Oh fuck she's coming over," Draco said.

"Hello everyone," Penelope greeted.

"Hi Penelope, lovely to see you," Y/n greeted with a polite smile.

"You as well," She smiled back before turning to Theo.

"Theo, could I maybe speak to you? In private?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, have I met you?" Theo said.

Penelope blinked in confusion, "I'm Penelope. We met at that party last term? Remember?"

"Sorry, love, I've never met any girl at a party last term," He said.

"You're fucking joking?" She burst out. Everyone's eyes widened with amusement, "So what? I'm just some slut you fuck and then leave?"

"I-"

"No, you know what? Fuck that! You're a piece of shit, Nott! I knew I should've listened to my friends. They've all gone through the exact same thing," She then walked away with tears streaming down her face.

"Right, so, I think now is the time to go," Enzo said, after a few moments of awkward silence.

-

"Fucking finally," Y/n groans as she takes off the heels that she was wearing.

"God, it's hard to be a woman," Pansy said doing the exact same.

"You two know that you didn't have to wear those, right? You could've just wore sneakers or something. The dress covers your feet," Blaise said. Y/n and Pansy glared daggers at him.

"No, they couldn't. It doesn't match with the outfit. The dresses lift up when they walk and it wouldn't be the same, because they'd know that they're wearing sneakers," Mattheo said.

"Someone better fucking marry him, or I swear to God I will," Pansy said looking at Y/n.

"Motherfucker, you're the first guy that understands that," Y/n said to Mattheo.

"My mother used to argue with my father over it. He'd tell her to just wear something comfortable because no one would see but she'd say that she knew. Blah blah blah. I just learned from my father's mistakes," Mattheo said chuckling to himself.

"I wish all guys can be understanding like you, " Pansy said.

"There are some, but they're obviously rare," Y/n said, "We're lucky we found one."

"You two are dicks," Enzo said, "We're standing right here."

"Now learn something," Pansy said.

"Let's just get drunk, please," Draco said, getting out the bottles of vodka and firewhiskey from behind the tree.

Y/n stood up and grabbed a bottle of vodka, "Mattheo, Firewhiskey or Vodka?" She asked looking at him.

"Firewhiskey," He said, so took the bottle of firewhiskey from Draco and handed it to Mattheo.

She grabbed another bottle of vodka and gave it to Pansy.

"Fuck yess, I've been waiting so long for this," Draco said as he took a bug gulp from the bottle of firewhiskey that he had.

-

A while later, everyone had gotten their buzz down. They were all sitting in a circle. Y/n sat with Theo, like always. He had one arm wrapped around her, while the other held a cigarette which he occasionally shared with Y/n.

Mattheo sat and watch the two. Wishing it was him instead of Theo.

"So Mattheo," Enzo spoke, pulling Mattheo away from his thoughts, "Where are you from?"

"I grew up here, in our mansion which is just a few down from the Malfoy Manor, it's currently being rebuilt. That's why we're staying with the Malfoy's until it's rebuilt. After that when my mother passed away, we moved around a lot. Never long in one place. Just before we came back we were in Italy," He said.

"I've always wanted to go to Italy. My parents always leave me and Draco at home when they're travelling. What's it like?" Y/n asked.

"Italy is by far my favourite place. The food, the people and the atmosphere was just amazing," Mattheo said, "I'll take you one day."

Y/n smiled, she opened up her mouth to say something but Theo cut her off, "She doesn't need you taking her places."

"He was just being nice, Theo," Y/n said, "You don't have to be a dick to him."

Mattheo rolled his eyes, he didn't want to say anything, knowing it would start a fight. However, that sent Theo over the edge. He got up, Y/n falling off of him. Luckily Draco was there to catch her before she got seriously hurt.

"If you want to say something, motherfucker, then say it," Theo said grabbing Mattheo's collar, and punching him.

Y/n quickly got up and tried to pull Theo away, but when he pulled his arm back to throw another punch, he knocked Y/n in the face.

"Oh my God!" Pansy cried out as Y/n held her face. Her nose was bleeding. Theo immediately let go of Mattheo.

"Y/n, love, I'm so so so sorry. Are you alright?" Theo asked as he placed his hands on her.

"The fuck, Theo," She said as she shrugged his hands off her.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"You started the fucking fight, he just sat there. What the hell is going on with you?" She asked looking at him, her hands still covering her nose.

"Y/n, come on. Let's go get you cleaned up," Pansy said as she pulled Y/n away.

Theo watched as they all left. He knew he fucked up.

[ivorydragoness44]

Theodore Groves x Reader: Fire

Word Count: n/a (tba) Warnings/Notes: established relationship, kissing, fluff, and gender neutral.

I wrote this oddly fast lol. All it took was for me to pass by a gif of Elizabeth Swann from the first potc film. Summary: Theodore helps the Reader put on a necklace but soon gets bashful, briefly.

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  The crescent moon had risen over Port Royal. The waves crashed deliciously ashore as a cool breeze swept through an open window, fluttering thin curtains.   Theodore Groves breathed in deeply. The salty sea air refreshed his senses as he looked over the Port. But only for a moment. His duties to the Royal Navy were complete for the day. There were other more domestic ones too attend to now that he was home.   Shutting the curtains, Theodore turned toward the candlelight. There, you stood in front of the vanity, eyes focused on the mirror. Once he noticed that your fingers were fiddling with your necklace, he easily strode over. "Here, darling, let me help you with that." Theodore offered, taking the necklace into his grasp. "Thank you," you smiled at him through the mirror. "I must be tired if I'm having difficulty." "No need to worry," he assured, clasping the necklace together behind your neck. "There," he smiled at your reflection. "Perfection."

For a long moment, he admired you. All to quickly, his eyes darted away, a pink hue dusting his ears.

Noticing his bashfulness, you turned to face him. "What is the matter Theo?" "Forgive me," he answered quietly, still not meeting your gaze. "Speak your mind, love. I promise not to toss you overboard, though we're on land." His fingertips hovered over the skin of your shoulder. "I forget myself at times," he said. "Your skin is so warm. Perfect. I fear that it burns me so." "How can you ever stand it?" You softly teased. "Like a fire, the scorching sun, you burn me with each touch. But I would not have it any other way." You touched his hand with your own, guiding him to touch you. He nearly sucked in a breath at the contact. Along your shoulder, you moved his hand. Across your collarbones at the top most part of your chest, you swore he was not breathing. Stopping at your other shoulder, you slowly released your hold on him. "How are your fingers now?" "Ablaze," Theodore smiled. Gently cupping his face in your hands, you kissed him sweetly. Feeling a soft sigh exhale from his nostrils as you did so. His hands lightly gripped at your shoulders. As if making sure that you were real and with him. Tilting your head to intensity the kiss, you stepped even closer. Not that there was much space between the pair of you to begin with, but you wanted to feel his body against your own. His hands smoothed down your sides to rest at your waist. There you both remained until he gasped lightly, a deep love twinkling in his eyes. "Mx. Groves," Theodore smiled.

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Reunited (Part 4)

Tommy Miller x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Maria isn't nice in this at all. Not towards YN anyway. Also, Maria isn't pregnant. Murder. Joel is kicking ass. Also, no Tommy in this chapter.

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Sorry just a short chapter. Haven't felt like writing, so I am trying to get back into it.

JOEL MILLER'S POV

The last thing I fully remember was being dragged through the abandoned house and down the stairs by YN and Ellie.

I remember bits and pieces of being administered some medicine and being cold and hot at the same time.

The bandage was changed, and I couldn't help but hiss at the pain, but I couldn't fully wake up. Then it sounded like all hell broke loose in the house.

I felt an object get placed in my hand, and someone whispered something in my ear, but I could barley open my eyes.

But then I heard a scream.

Then another scream.

My family was in trouble.

I could hear the footsteps above me as they searched through the house. The sound of the object that was blocking the entrance, the basement, being moved had me hiding.

I still wasn't fully awake, but I knew I had to get my ass up and fight for not only my life but also their lives as well.

I grabbed Ellie's backpack and slung it over my shoulder, and waited. The first man was cautious, looking for me but he didn't look behind him.

He went down with a fight, but I made sure he was knocked out before I tied him up and dragged his body up the stairs to a red chair that I could and ducted taped him to the chair. I put another piece over his mouth to keep him alerting his pals.

Before I went outside to find another one of these assholes, I heard a noise from upstairs. I walked as quietly as I could up the stairs.

I saw that the ladder to attic was pulled down, and I went to climb it when I heard the sound of someone crying.

My eyes widened when I heard the name "Tate" being whimpered.

I followed the sounds of a man telling them to shut up and then the man yelping and the sound of a smack.

All I saw was red and grabbed the man and plunged the knife into the back of his neck and dragged it down.

He fell backwards, and I moved out of the way, and my knife lodged further into his body.

He tried to get up, but it was already too late. He was choking on his own blood. This motherfucker was looking up at me to help him but with one look at my nephews and the bruise on both their faces and the cut lips, I stepped on the man's face until I heard the bones crack underneath me.

"You two okay?" The words were barely out of my mouth, and they were wrapping their arms around me.

"I need you two to hide again, okay? I need to find out where Ellie and your Mom are." I knelt down to their eye level once they let go of me.

"Hide and don't come out until you hear me call you by your nicknames." No way those fuckers will know what they are.

I stood up and rolled the body over to grab my knife. It took a bit to get it out as it was lodged in the man pretty deep, but I got it out. I stood up and looked at the scared faces of Theo and Tate.

"Remember, don't come out until you hear me call you by your nicknames."

The three of us left the room. I went downstairs, and they went and hid somewhere.

Hopefully, it's not downstairs as they don't need to see what I need to do to these guys to get the information I need.

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The first guy wasn't talking, and the other guy was still out from me bashing him in the head.

It was satisfying to hear my fist connect with the assholes face.

I heard the other guy groan as he came too, "Leave him alone."

I looked at him, smirked, pulled out my knife, and told him he was next. The screams from the two of them sounded like music to my ears as I plunged the knife into the first guys thigh.

"I don't know," I didn't even bother to listen to the rest as I gripped his stringy hair in my fist and pulled his head back.

" ...the town."

"WHAT TOWN?!" I screamed in his face.

I placed the knife handle in his mouth and forced him to point out where the hell they took YN and Ellie.

He pointed to a spot on the map, "That is where we are, and that is where the town is. I swear...ask him. He will tell you I am not lying."

I was sick of hearing his voice, so I plunged the knife in the man's body. The other man cried out for his fallen friend.

"Why the fuck would you do that? He told you what you wanted!"

I grabbed the pipe that was in another chair and walked towards the man who was still alive.

"Motherfucker, fuck you. I ain't telling you shit." Which all fell on my deaf years.

"It's okay. I believe him." I then brought the pipe over my head and caved his head in. Even as his No's were slowly fading, I made sure he became unrecognizable.

I took some of my anger out on him until he didn't even look like a human anymore.

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I stood at the bottom of the stairs after I rearranged the furniture so that way Tate and Theo wouldn't see them as they walked by.

"BEAR....TIGER....It's okay. You can come out now." I called out to them. It took them a bit, so they must have been hiding well when they appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Let's go. We have a bit to go. I have youe stuff." I held up their little backpacks as they walked down the stairs.

The three of us were quiet as we walked outside, I kept my eyes my peeled, looking for any more those assholes, but so far so good.

"Theo, Tate." I said after ten minutes of silence.

"Yes?" They both said.

"I am proud of the two of you. You were both so brave." I told them softly. I wanted them to know that. "Now let's go find your Mom and Ellie."

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A rotten Christmas

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Angst, Sad

The smell of perfectly brewed coffee woke me up from my deep sleep. Completely wrapped in a blanket, I knew I wasn't trapped when I fell asleep, but now I couldn't move without help. „Took you longer this time to wake up.“ A deep, soft voice reminded me of the gentle touch of my cashmere scarf gifted to me by the person whose voice made me feel more than I would ever admit.

„Asshole!“ I mummer under my breath as I realized what he had done.

„What was that, baby?“ He asked smugly, walking around our bed to sit next to me. Across the room, on a small table, I could see and smell the breakfast he made either, to prank or spoil me. This man had nothing in between.

„I said, I love you… asshole.“ „Mhmm… You see, in your… predicament, I wouldn’t be so nasty to the only person able to help you.“ His pearly white teeth showed as a predatory grin appeared on his perfect face. Some days I was more than jealous of his stupid smug face and wanted to bash it in, only to realize that I wouldn’t be able to look at it as much as I wanted anymore.

Instead of saying one more word that might get me into even hotter waters, I pouted at the man who was already wearing a buttoned shirt. „Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that!“ He threw his head back, knowing he had already lost against me, sighing in annoyance that he was such a pushover. I just had to look at him a little longer, pouting, slightly in tears, before he freed me from the blanket he had tucked me into, no doubt when he woke up. „Happy, now?“ He asked, slightly annoyed.

Instead of a verbal answer, I jumped against him, pushing him with me on our bed, hovering only millimeters away from his face. As he went for the kiss, I slightly moved back. „Why did you make me breakfast?“

I haven’t seen his face fall that quickly in a long time. „I-I- There is no ulterior motive!“

Not impressed at his play of innocence, I only had to pull one of my eyebrows up for him to give up again. „Okay, I might or might not am trying to maybe… maybe I could you to get-“

„Theo. God, tell me already!" I chuckled loudly, having to get some distance between us, just to be stopped by his arm around my waist.

„I wanted to make you happy so you might cook Christmas dinner for us and the pack I'm in?" His voice was so quiet and unsure of himself that it melted my heart immediately. „We never do anything for Christmas, and no one can go home for the holidays... so I've been thinking about hosting it. I might have already told them that we would... I know stupid and selfish of me, but I really miss them, and I also want them to see that I became a better man!“ He rambled on and on. But I had to say that I was ticked off. Though, witnessing his nervousness quickly turned my anger down. „I don't appreciate you just planning my time away, but I will do it either way.“

„You will?“ He asked excitedly.

„Yes, but you have to make it up to me.“ My smug smile already told my fiancé everything he had to know.

As he slowly opened his mouth again, I could see his Adam's apple jump up and down anxiously. Before he could say anything, I leaned down, kissing him chastely. „Tell your boss you will not be in tomorrow, and as soon as you come back tonight, you will lose your clothes at the door. I do not want to see anything on you!“

„Yes, sir!“ He even saluted as best he could while lying down.

I leaned down again and captured his lips in a not-so-chastened kiss. We both could feel the other's want in it. He even dared to poke his tongue inside my mouth, forcing a low moan out of me. Just before it could get out of hand, I was able to push myself away. „No, you have to go to work! We have enough time for that later!“ I explained rather authoritatively.

Finally, I got up after this whole fiasco and made my way to the small table with the delicious-smelling food and coffee sitting there for me to take. As I went for a grab, I suddenly was pulled back and slammed back onto our bed, with my face first.

„I think they can go an hour or so without me," he hastily whispered hotly in my ear just before licking my ear shell. His hot breath tingled my ear and the hairs on my neck, bringing a warm shower over my back. Hands wandered all over my mostly naked body.

To say that Theo ravaged me at that moment would be an understatement. When he finally left an hour later, I had to collect myself for another hour or so before I could even try to comprehend the act he had done to me. Walking was a problem, and I knew I was getting many side glances because of it when I went shopping for the Christmas meal I was going to cook.

Some of the goods had to be prepared a day prior, others I could start in the morning of our special day. It's been some time since we've seen Theo's entire pack, so I was just as excited. They always seemed like pleasant, genuine people.

As promised, Theo was there the next day, bound to our bed, so I could ride him whenever I wanted, which I used quite a lot that day, whenever I had little time between preparations. But at night, he had full responsibility.

The day we hosted Christmas, I put Theo to work but kept a close eye on him. Between making coffee and a simple breakfast, this man was hopeless. But he did everything after my very detailed instructions. Until it was time to hear the first knock. My handsome fiancé, already dressed to impress, opened the door to a cheerful Lydia.

As soon as I heard her angelic voice, I ran out of the kitchen and pulled her off her feet. I'm just glad to see her again after studying abroad for a while. Though I had to apologize myself to get back to work on our meal.

Not long after she accompanied me, both of us had a glass of wine. „Scott brings to more people. I hope that's not a problem?” she asked me nonchalantly, knowing I was cooking more than anyone could eat.

„Not at all. Who is it? Anyone, I know?“

„I have no idea. Nobody wanted to tell me anything.“

„Strange, but okay, I've made enough to feed a battalion. You could never know what stray Scott will bring next, could you?” We giggled so heartily that we didn't even notice Alec, Ian, Amalia, and Rayn walking in. Only them clearing their throat alerted us. „Eavesdropping, are we?“ I asked sheepishly. „Come here, grab a wine glass and jump into our conversation!“

Soon half the pack was there, many of them happily sipping with us a bit of wine before dinner.

We almost only waited on Scott at that point. „Theo?“

„Yes, babe?“

„When Scott comes, please bring him and his two guests directly to the dining room, okay? The rest of you can sit down there, as well!“ Everyone happily followed my instructions except for Lydia, who stayed by my side and whispered gossip to me.

„Nooooolaaan!“ My voice carried effortlessly to the open front door. I only had to hear his voice to call him immediately. Theo sometimes was jealous of this little bean, but he shouldn’t be.

With a wide happy smile, Nolan came wandering into my palace, my kitchen, a small gift in his hand, as we met for a tight bear hug. „God, I missed you!“

„I missed you too, smolly!“ „Yeah, no. I take it back!“

„Oh, come on, I know you love the nickname!“ A cheeky grin on his lips, which made me smile broadly back at him, broke all walls I had for this boy. Christmas was never a good time of year for him, but seeing him smile on a day like this made my head spin.

And then, hopefully, the last knock of the night, Scott's voice carried through the house, more cheerful than any other time he'd visited, followed by the soft voices of the two people he'd brought with him. For some reason, they sounded familiar. Which wasn't that hard considering they might be people I've met before.

„Would you two help me bring in the food? I can do a lot, but that's too much food for me to carry alone!” I asked my two friends with a smile. Without wasting a second, they took away bowls and plates. With me behind, in my hands, a plate full of turkey.

Laughing about a joke Nolan had told us, we finally came into the warm, decorated dining room.

As soon as I entered the room, while Nolan and Lydia were already putting their things down, I could see Scott with a warm smile. Just as we were about to greet each other, I saw the two people he had brought into my house.

My heart stopped. From the corner of my eye, I could see Scott smile even wider with happiness. I was frozen. If this hadn't been the case, I would have dropped the plate with all our turkey on the floor.

At that moment, they both got up and came to me. „NO!“ I suddenly screamed, painful memories filling my mind back up. It made them both stop, looking at each other in concern. 

„Are you all right, sweetie? Do we need to get you back to the facility? You know he had a mental break in his early teens. Back then, it helped a lot at the time!“

I wanted so badly to scoff at that, but I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t listen to me. Again they tried to approach, but I screamed at them even louder to stay away from me. Only this time, they did not listen to me. Just as they were a step or two away, anger rose inside of me. I was willing to sacrifice the food I had worked on for two days to get them away from me.

Before anything could have happened, I was suddenly pulled back by two strong arms. „He said that he doesn’t want you to come closer!“ Never has Theo’s voice sounded better in my ears. Knowing I was safe, I flopped a little against his powerful chest.

„Don’t be so dramatic!“ Scott rolled his eyes as he told me that. „I contacted your parents and found out why you are not talking. They graciously offered to accept your apology and would even let you get back to your family!“ He could barely hold his excitement in.

Suddenly all panic was gone out of my system. Emptiness replaced every emotion I had before. „They graciously offer to accept MY apology?“ I asked through clenched teeth, my eyes on Scott.

„Yes, isn’t that sweet of them! They would accept you even though you are this overdramatic.“

„Someone take the turkey out of my hand!“ My voice was quiet, anger radiating from it. „NOW!“ I suddenly screamed, forcing Isaac to jump up and take the plate from my hands.

For a moment, I just stood there, seething with anger, so angry no one dared speak.

„Theo, did you know about this?“ I couldn’t turn around in his arms. If I could see in his eyes that he actually knew about it, I would have ended it immediately.

„No!“ he quickly blurted out, realizing that what happened between my parents and me goes much deeper than what Scott said. „And how could he find them? I changed my last name when I was eighteen. Only three people know my first last name, and Nolan, as well as Lydia, would’ve never told anyone.“

„I-I told Scott.“ He confessed quickly. „He asked too many questions about your parents. It just fell out!“

„I understand. We'll talk later. Maybe our engagement was too early.“ With that said, I pushed myself out of his arms, closer to my parents, but with my eyes still on Scott.

„If you really believed a single word, my parents told you, then you are not only naive but stupid as well.“ Startled, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

„You can’t talk to Scott or your parents like this!“ Mason threw suddenly in. „Don't you know any manors? He's the leader of our group!“

„Mason, stop!“ Liam was quick to intertwine, but it was already too late. His best friend had already poked the beehive.

„Glad I'm not part of your little group. Only Theo is part of it, in case you forgot. Just because I'm friends with some of you doesn't mean I'm a member of it, and to be honest, if it means meddling in things none of you have any part in. I'm glad not to be a part of your little, pathetic group!“

After all of this, I finally turned back to my parents. „And you, out of my house!“

„You can't kick us out! It sure isn't yours!“

„If you think my fiancé can pay for a house like this, you are delusional! It is my house, paid in full before I let it get built and I throw you out!“

„Stop being so overdramatic!“ Scott screamed again, his alpha voice was audible, but it didn’t affect me. „Scott, you and everyone that knew of this is no longer welcome in my house either! Go now before I use force!“

With that, I walked out, but before I could leave the room. A rather rough hand grabbed my arm. Thousands of terrible memories spoiled my brain. My breathing quickened, my heartbeat already fast from all the anger, went into overdrive. I could already feel dizziness overcoming my brain. Too weak to break free from the grip that had put me in my horrific scenarios and positions.

„Go away!“ I tried to scream, but my body was just too weak. „Let go of me!“ But the hand didn’t leave my skin. Tears streamed down my face. Which just moments ago had been sore with laughter, more relaxed than it had been in many years.

Nobody came to my aid, just as so many years ago. As I relived the nightmare I was running from, a particular chord stirred inside me out of nowhere. My foggy brain slowly cleared, forcing me to breathe properly again, all the fear that had once frozen me becoming irrelevant.

Even if I did open up and let my fiancé know something, I begged God never needed to be revealed. Now it had to be done.

With fiery anger in my eyes, I looked once more straight into my father's eyes, whose hand was still tightly gripping my forearm.

In one quick movement, his grip disappeared, and all that remained was a painful sensation in my clenched fist as he slipped out of my direct line of sight, leaving me with my mother. Her eyes begged me not to. But I did it anyway. Only to feel her nose crack under the immense pressure.

„I know why you disgusting vail people are here, and now neither my fiancé nor I will give you money. At least as long as you won’t give me the money that you got from renting me out!“

„Just call it babysitting!“ Mason ordered me.

But a vicious smile became evident on my face. „I do not talk about babysitting. Do you want to tell them, or should I?“ I directly asked my parents, not lowering my eyes at all.

I only imagined them quivering in fear of being openly seen as such bad people who would do something this horrible to their own child.

„They rented me out to-“

„Shut up!“ My oh-so-sweet mother suddenly interrupted me. Her eyes indeed widened, fearful of what I could tell them.

„They rented me out to rich people to do what they want with me. The first time I still remember vividly, I was five years old. And this old, fat, disgusting man touched me everywhere. I was so disgusted about what he did to me. I became numb in the following years. Not everyone wanted that from me. Some just forced me to work for them. All that to fill their own pockets even more!“

„Bullshit, no parents would do that to their own children! You would say anything not to apologize to your kind parents for treating them like dirt!“

„Scott, it is true.“ Lydia's voice was soft but firm. Her alpha’s eyes jumped over to her, confused. „When my father still lived, they offered my family, him as well. My father was so disgusted that he threatened with an FBI investigation if they wouldn’t stop it. Shortly after, he died. When he came here to live without her, I asked my mother about his family, and she made some gruesome discoveries. Please show them the marks under your upper arms and on your inner upper legs.“

„No.“ I just told her, not only comfortable but horrified.

To everyone's surprise, Scott stood up from his chair and lunged forward at me, ripping my nice shirt into pieces. Most likely to reveal that there was nothing. But to his sad horror, my whole body was a battlefield, with scars, burn scars, and even ripped chunks of flesh in places. Only the forceful made tattoos on my body were removed.

„How?“ It was the only word that came out of his mouth.

„I never went swimming with any of you, always sitting fully clothed with you, never switching clothes in front of anyone. Not in a million years did I want someone to know. Especially not the only person I ever loved. But thanks to you and your self-righteousness, he knows now.“

At this point, I didn't even dare to look at Theo anymore. Humiliated and disgusted by me. I could already feel my courage and strength slowly dissipating within me. „Either you go now, or I will force you out! All of you!“

Now everyone was shocked. As soon as I told them to get out, I couldn't hold back the tears that fell down my face like waterfalls. Someone tried to grab me, but I jumped out of the way just in time. Theo’s face was painful as I rejected his hand.

But otherwise, nothing happened. Not one person moved. Only the agonizing groans of my parents holding their faces could be heard.

No one stopped me as I walked out of the room, probably assuming I would leave until they were gone. They waited until they were sure I was gone, but I was in the room getting ready.

Lydia again told the story and that she started being friends with me to make sure nothing happened to me, but at some point, my parents stopped that friendship. But when Nolan came forward and explained how he found out, Theo nearly ripped him apart just because he saw my naked body once when I wasn't paying attention.

I let them talk as much as I could. But when my mother tried to say something, I got irrationally angry. Storming back into the room, this time with a sword in my hands, I immediately held it against Scott. „If you are not out of my house in two seconds, I will cut you in pieces.“ My face didn't say anything. It was entirely blank, like the mask I wore when I told people everything was fine.

Scott, who seemed to think I wasn't going to attack him, proved him wrong when he didn't leave when the two seconds were up. A beautiful extensive cut across his chest, open and dripping with blood. Not closing as it should have. „Wolfsbane is something nice to have when your fiancé’s friends are werewolves, don’t you think, Scott?“ A grin sinfully twisted my face as I audibly threatened his death.

„But you are a nice person!“ He lamented soon after. Over with his shit for a long time, I took another swing at him, cutting open his arm.

„Yes, and you've gone too far. Now go or die. I don't care! But either way, you will never put another foot in my house!“

He obviously took the way out, which actually kept him running for longer than three seconds. Even though their alpha went out, nobody followed him. I had to threaten the rest with the same fate. I yelled after them that no one who knew of this plan would ever be welcome back into my home.

Only Lydia, Nolan, and Theo remain. My parents ran away when they first saw my sword. They were obviously aware of their foolish decision to let me train when I was younger so they could boast in front of their friends.

Without saying another word, I brought my sword away and left for upstairs. As I closed our bedroom door, I could hear Lydia starting to yell at Theo. In their screaming, there was also the sound of our front door opening but not closing until a couple of moments later, followed by some clinks and rattles.

Soon two different footsteps echoed down the hallway. I didn't even realize they were coming up the stairs. As a soft knock sounded inside my room, I almost jumped out of my skin. „Go away!“ I tried to be louder, but this day had taken too much energy from me.

Without my consent, the door suddenly opened, at first, I was angry, but when I saw Nolan's cute face, all I could do was smile. „Hey, we have some food for you! After so much work, you should at least eat something.“ He gently asked me, not sounding like an order, but stern enough so that I could hear his concern.

He opened the door a little more since I didn't say anything about him leaving me alone, only to show Isaac, who was also holding plates. „Why is he here?“ Nolan looked sheepishly to the floor.

„You know my family is almost perfect, maybe a bit pretentious, but I couldn't help you, but Isaac here has some experiences of his own."

„Right, but not even closely as bad as yours, but my dad was still a horrible human being.“

A heavy sight escaped my lips. „Okay, come in.“ I told both of them, which they happily did, closing the door behind them. „At least you are handsome enough to make Theo jealous, especially when we see each other often.“

„But I don’t swing that way.“ Isaac told me, scratching the back of his head, plates all spread out over my bed.

„That doesn’t matter. He is already jealous of Nolan, even though he his Gabesexual.“ The talked-about man blushed furiously at my comment.

„Who is Gabe?“

„Nolan’s mythical boyfriend. He is an absolute stud if you ask me, and maybe even a little douchy, but he loves our little bean, so I accepted him, even though I threatened to cut off his tail if he ever broke Nolan's heart.“

„What?“ Nolan screamed, interrupting our little conversation. „He is so tame because of your threat? But I liked his douchiness!“

„Then tell him! I'm sure he'll be happy to do whatever you want to get you in bed more often. Or this is all a ploy to make you go crazy, so you would finally crack that innocent mask of yours and show him what a little perv you really are!“

„You two are texting, aren’t you?“ Isaac suddenly inquired.

„Maybe, maybe not.“

„He did the same to me with my girlfriend.“ His hand over his face in slight embarrassment. „It worked, didn't it? I heard a lot of good things about your bed life.“ „You two are still texting? What is she telling you?“

„Oh, a lot Isaac. A lot.“ My eyes traveled over his body, pausing at his crotch for a second only to travel to his hands. „A lot.“  

„This was a bad idea.“ As he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back a bit.

„I only look out for you guys. When I learned something from my past, to communicate correctly. It took me long enough to get Theo to do it, so I helped your partners force you to start your long journey.“

We talked for hours about everything and nothing until we got to what had happened before Isaac told me about his life, how his father abused him, locked him up, hit him in a lightbulb almost daily, and so on. He even showed off his own scars scattered across his body where his father would hit him with broken glass bottles and other things. It helped a bit to know I wasn’t completely alone.

Lydia had given up at some point, storming off. Theo didn't dare go upstairs. Until at least Nolan and Isaac left, which wasn't before bedtime. I had brought all the plates downstairs to find Theo waiting in our living room. When he saw me, he jumped up, his face was sunken, and sadness overcame him.

I didn’t acknowledge him at all. He followed me like a lost, hurt puppy, even back upstairs, but as soon as I entered our bedroom, I stopped before he could enter. „At the moment, I can’t trust you, so you either sleep in the guest room or downstairs on the couch.“

„But-“ His plead was shut off as I slammed the door shut and locked it. I heard a quiet thud but nothing else. Laying in our bed alone felt weird, and sleep did not come for hours. Later on, because I had to pee and was thirsty. During the night, I had to leave the room because Theo didn't have a chance to put our usual two water cups on top of our respective bedside tables like he usually does.

As I went to open the door, my heart suddenly fell a bit. There, right in front of the door, lay Theo, his body slightly shivering. Even though I wanted him to understand his misdeed, that was too much for me. I grabbed my favorite comforter and put it on him before getting water for both of us.

Hours later, I was still awake, already making breakfast, as suddenly Theo came downstairs, his head disheveled, but said nothing. His eyes were on the floor whenever I was near until he or I walked into another room.

I chose office work and later went to one of my restaurants. In the evening, Theo lay in front of our bedroom door again, already fast asleep. Sighing, I retrieved a fluffy rug from my office and rolled Theo onto it, followed by one of my pillows.

Again laying in bed, sleep again did not come for me. I rolled and trashed around. Finally swallowing my pride, I stepped out of the room and went under his blanket. With the small rug, it was actually quite comfortable. His arms immediately pulled me to him, sniffing a big whiff of my body odor only to sigh peacefully in his sleep with a smile on his lips.

I also could only smile, finally being in the arms of my most precious love.

„Good morning!“ At some point, I heard the joyful voice of the man I love close to my ear. I stirred awake in a panic until I remembered the last night. „You are warm.“ A dark chuckle fell from his lips.

„Here we are again.“ Able to hear his eyes rolling, he dared open his arms to let me go. But I just pressed them to shut around me again.

„Idiot!“ I murmured angrily, hot salty tears streaming down my cheeks again. Theo was confused and appalled by my sudden reaction. He thought I had started shit with him again, but I was only glad to be back in his warm arms.

Not knowing what to do, he hugged me even tighter to his chest. Either to smother me or to give me the love I so desperately need. Both have been good to me. We lay there for a while. If it had been possible, we would’ve been there for the rest of eternity, but my phone ringing without pause finally forced us apart again.

Soon I was out of the house once more, leaving Theo alone. When I got back, food was already served or at least warmed up, considering Theo is forbidden to cook anything but a light breakfast. „Lydia came by and took a lot of the food with her.“ Theo told me, waiting at our dining table.

"We need to talk," I plainly stated, sitting on the other side of said table.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? I wouldn't have looked at you any other way!" It was sweet of him, but my answer wasn't going to be as kind as his words.

„Why did you tell Scott what I asked you to keep a secret?“ His mouth opened for a second. Until his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth closed. His lips were a neutral line. He had answered his question himself. „Exactly. That is the reason why I feel we should postpone our wedding until we're sure that's what we want and until I can trust you again.“

Never in my life would I have thought I would see the heartbreak in the eyes of the only man I have ever loved. „I understand. Do you want me to move out?“

"As always, you don't listen. I told you we were postponing our wedding, not that I was breaking up with you."

„What do you mean?“

„Let us have a long engagement. I can’t trust you. Therefore we have to find out if this is a problem or if you somehow learn to shut your pretty mouth about the secrets I share with you.“

Theo looked defeated. He knew that there was no way he could argue against it. How so, after everything that had happened on that day?

„We will see a couples counselor, and you will also start individual therapy. I've already worked through my problems, but maybe, I'll get back into it too. After all, it could only be profitable for me.“

„But I don’t need-“

„Do you want to marry me?“

„Well, yes, but-“

„Then you will go to therapy. Not only to get the death of your parents out of your active mind but also to get rid of your sick obsession to get Scott’s approval. If he or anyone else still believes you're a terrible person, that's their problem, not yours.“

At this point, my fiancé could only nod his head. After all, everything is his fault. I would have told him one day, maybe when my parents finally died, or I would have felt comfortable talking about it.

„And I meant what I said. Nobody in your pack that knew of this or defended Scott's action is welcome here anymore. And especially not Scott. If he trespasses on any of my properties, I will kill him. He wouldn’t be the first werewolf I kill.“

His downcast look was suddenly embarrassed. It was another secret he had no idea about. I knew long before I came to beacon hIlls about the supernatural and was forced at age nine to kill an already hurt werewolf. Since then, I've gone deaf every time I've had to do it to death and kill someone. Which made it easier to look past Theo’s horrible deeds.

We ate in quite this time around. Theo rarely dared to look at me directly. As we finished, I stood suddenly up, making my chair squeak over the floor, setting my fiancé on edge.

I walked right up to him, pulling him out of his chair and upstairs. In our bedroom, where I pushed him onto our shared bed, he looked so confused - it was delicious. He immediately saw the wolfsbane pills and knew what was happening. Without question, he took one and quickly put us on the same level. The ninth was still young, and I needed Theo now. Maybe it was toxic of me to use his fragile mental state after all of this to get him to get intimate with me. But I only saw it as compensation for what he had done, and after all, he loved it just as much and maybe even more than me. For some reason, especially when he wins our little fight. As a reward, he gets to take me doggy style. Most likely some strange natural behavior, considering he is part wolf.

I could only hope that this didn't destroy our happy little life. Besides his inability to keep secrets, he is literally perfect for me. Only time will tell.

[Masterlist]

[toad-games]

When The Dust Clears

It’s done. Blackwell has gone, her pack has won. Theo feels anything but victorious. 

Please enjoy this extremely self indulgent epilogue where my MC, Theo, gets some well deserved TLC. Farro belongs to the amazing game Blood Moon by @/barbwritesstuff

Farro x Alpha!Mc (Theo)  3,000 words Rated: M (language and canon typical violence)

The den is still a hive of activity, even as the pack slowly trickles out in twos and threes. The cleanup crew is bustling around, the paramedics looking increasingly frustrated as their patients get up, brush themselves off, and walk away. Theo watches, bottom lip caught in her teeth as Marta, supported by Leo, slips out after Nik and Grace. She has one eye on her pack, the other on the people swarming around, sweeping up broken glass, gathering samples of blood from all surfaces. And there’s plenty of blood around. Even though the moon has set long ago, the presence of these strangers, their unfamiliar and harshly chemical scent, is sending the wolf in her into a frenzy.

hunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunt

She pushes the thoughts away. 

Addie loads the kids and Minjo into a car. For once, the kids go quietly, not arguing over who gets what seat or asking for a certain song to play. Addie is murmuring something to Izzie, her eyes soft. Only once the car door is closed does Addie’s face fall, grief making the lines even deeper. Theo’s stomach twists but she doesn’t move from her spot in the middle of the room.The cleanup crew doesn’t say anything, they flow around her like a river. They sprinkle something that makes her nose itch over the gore on the floor, sweeping up the splintered wood that had been bashed in. The paramedics look like they want to protest, but they stay silent. The cops have already gone. She’s grateful for it, but also nervous. Someone else is clearly pulling some strings, and she wants to know who. But she can’t think about that right now. Right now, they need food, they need rest, they need to stay together. 

Nearby, Marco and Vicky argue about the best way to bust Sergi from the pound. Ed is tapping away at his phone. Lee had disappeared, melted away when the cops arrived. Carrie hovers over Ed’s shoulder and Theo can feel her eyes on her. But she can’t look at her, not yet. She keeps looking at the wall that had originally separated the kitchen from the big open room of the warehouse. It’s still standing but there’s an enormous dent where someone, or maybe multiple someones, was thrown into it. The drywall is caved in and crumbling. She and Minjo had taken down all the pictures before the fight, packed them up into a box nestled with newspaper that’s now in Minjo’s room. But the drywall is still littered with holes from where they’d been. Theo stares at them until her vision swims. 

“Theo,”

 It all feels surreal. She  keeps clenching and unclenching her fist. Flexing her fingers out wide then curling them in again until her nails bite into her palms. She already told Ed to order Pizza, didn’t she?

“Theo,”

Her nails are definitely nails, not claws. But something about that feels wrong. She rotates her wrist, the one Blackwell had broken. It pops and crackles in a way it didn’t before, but it doesn’t hurt, not really.

“Theodora,” she starts and looks around. Farro is standing next to her. He’s bare chested, but has found a pair of sweats that are somehow too big and also too short. She wants to laugh. Or maybe cry. She wants to sleep straight through to the next full moon. 

“Nice pants,” she croaks. His lips twitch in the ghost of a smile. She looks away, staring back at the blank wall. There’s a spray of blood, arcing across it. If she’d seen it anywhere else she would have said it looked fake. Staged.  The blood they can paint over, but the dent. She doesn’t know how to fix drywall, doesn’t know if they can afford to fix it. Roe left money, but she hadn’t counted how much. She wasn’t Alpha then. Fuck, did this place have a morgate? A lease? Whose name was it under, how was she going to-

“Theo,” he murmurs, and she feels his calloused fingers brush her cheek, cup her chin, turning her gaze away from the wall. His dark eyes are impossibly soft, and for a moment, all she can smell is him. Not death, not the acrid bite of silver still staining the air, not the even worse caustic stench of whatever the clean up crew is using. Just the warm, wolfish smell of earth baking in the sun, of sharp pine. Of home. Her bottom lip starts to tremble and she bites down on it, hard enough to draw blood. 

SafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafe

She doesn’t know if he howls, or she does. If it's a question, or a promise, but suddenly his arms are around her, drawing her tight into his chest. Her knees almost give out, and she stifles back a sob as she clings to him, burying her face in his neck. It probably isn’t a good look, your Alpha sobbing in the arms of someone who isn’t even in their pack, but she can’t really bring herself to care. Everyone has gone by this point anyway, even Carrie.

“W-we should go,” she says, “I should go. The others, they’re waiting for me, I-”

“They can wait,” his voice rumbles beneath her cheek, soft and low, like distant thunder. She closes her eyes. She hopes he doesn’t feel the tears against his neck.

“I’m their Alpha,” she mumbles, “they need me.”

“Theo,” he draws back, just enough that he can look down into her face. His arms are still curled around her, his chest still pressed against hers. She has to crane back to meet his gaze.

“Your pack does need you,” he says softly, “but you can’t be there for them if you don’t take this moment for yourself.”

“But,”

He steps back, dropping his arms away and she feels the ache in her chest instantly at the distance, but he takes her hand in his, engulfing it in his own. He doesn’t say anything else, just leads her out of the main room, away from the carnage, away from the remainders of the clean up crew, away from everything.

The rest of the den is miraculously untouched. Almost eerily so. The only difference she can see is that the pantry door hangs a little loose off its hinges as they pass the kitchen. Farro leads her through the halls, stepping over a pile of blocks Izzie or JiAn left behind without a word. 

She doesn’t protest as he opens the bathroom door, tugs her inside, and closes it behind them. She still doesn’t speak as he turns on the shower, lets it run as he turns back to her. The bathroom is small, and Farro fills all the available space. The air is already clouding with steam. He takes her hand again, holds it underneath the steady stream of water.

“How’s that,” he asks, “too hot?”

She shakes her head, and he smiles. God he’s beautiful. Achingly so, even with his own face caked in dust and blood. She wants to trace the line of his nose, the curve of his lips. He touches the hem of her shirt, and looks up at her, waiting. She raises her arms above her head.

The two of them barely fit in the shower stall together. She’s pretty sure they’re flooding the floor and she can’t move without bumping into him or the cold shower wall, but she doesn’t mind. They haven’t said a word since they got in. He’s been almost methodically scrubbing all the blood off, first himself, his movements brusque, almost utilitarian. She watched him do it. Now, his hands are gentle as they glide over her arms, across her shoulders, down her chest. She sucks in a quick breath as his palm brushes her breasts. His hands linger for a moment, but only long enough for him to duck down and press a soft kiss to the side of her neck, right on her pulse. She wants to make a joke, something about him being a neck guy, something about vampires, but her brain isn’t really functioning, not anymore. And she doesn’t want him to stop. She still feels guilty about teasing him before. She can still remember the way he’d looked at her, chin tucked almost against his chest, looking up at her through those impossible eyelashes, as he’d murmured, “Like the sun,” 

She’d made a joke then, because she’d had to. Because her heart was pounding so fast she was certain he could hear it. Because she couldn’t believe he was real. She still was having trouble, even now, flush against him.

“Thank you,” she says. Her voice is so soft she thinks he might not have heard of the running of water, 

“For what, sweetheart?”

There’s a familiar flutter in her stomach at the name, a swoop similar to missing a step on a familiar stair. Something about the tone, about the grate to his already low voice that prickles across her skin in a way that’s almost reminiscent of shifting. She’ll dissect those feelings later. Maybe. 

“For this,” she says, though it comes out more like a sigh. Her eyes are closed and she almost moans as his fingers scratch at her scalp, “and for staying.” 

“I would do it again,” he says, carefully turning her so her head is beneath the faucet, brushing her hair back and keeping his hand against her forehead to stop any suds from running into her face.

“Which one?” She asks, shivering slightly as the water sluices down her neck, following the curve of her back, “Shower me? Or fight an angry vampire hoard?”

“Both,” she can hear the smile in his voice, and she smiles too. She feels warm in a way that doesn’t have anything to do with the water. It’s something deeper, something humming behind her ribs. A warmth that unfurls in her stomach, languid and unhurried. She opens her eyes and he draws his hand back, trailing it down her neck, down her arm and then back again. 

The water is slowly losing its warmth, but neither of them reach to turn it off. They’re pressed together, bodies already slick and warm and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t doing anything to her. She can feel him, firm against her stomach, and that warmth in her stomach spreads, but neither of them move. His eyes sweep over her face, drinking her in. She doesn’t feel the same all encompassing sense of need and urgency she had last night. Something in his gentle gaze, in the way his fingers mimic the pattern of the water sliding down her skin, speaks to a quiet part of her. A measured part. There will be time for more later. Still, she raises herself up on her tiptoes and presses a soft, open kiss to his mouth.

They dry off in her room. It’s just as they’d left it the night before, blankets rumpled, pillows tossed to the floor. Her bra still lies twisted and tangled on the rug and her cheeks heat a bit at the sight. Their smell still lingers as well. The moon howls at the back of her mind. It had lulled for a moment in the shower, but it’s back and angry, and if it can’t have fighting, apparently fucking is the next best thing. But she doesn’t want that, not right now, not so close to the main room that stinks of disinfectant. Still a little like death. She’s made her pack wait long enough. As if on cue, the burner phone on her dresser buzzes. She’d taken it from Carrie, since her own phone she’d found smashed on the floor. Crushed under someone’s boot or paw. 

Hey this is Marco we’ve got Sergi headed to Nik and Grace’s now

Is he alright?

oh he’s fine the only thing wounded is his ego I think 

She smiles in spite of herself. Marco has a habit of causing that, even if he isn’t present, apparently.

Well, go easy on him. I’m still at the den, I’ll meet you there. Can you swing by and pick up the pizza too?

Sure thing Alpha

Her stomach twists. She puts the phone back on the dresser.

“Everything okay?”

She looks over her shoulder. Farro is standing next to her bed, dressed in some of his own clothes. Half dressed anyway. His shirt is halfway on, bunched up on his forearms. His hair is slicked back, making his already ridiculous cheekbones even more prominent. That familiar tug, almost an ache, in her chest is back.

“Yes, it’s just,” she pauses, wrapping her arms around herself. Her fingers brush the edge of the still puckered wound where the silver knife had been driven into her back as she’d leapt forward to help Vicky. A few inches higher or lower and she might not be here. It feels hard to believe that she is still here. “Can..can I still visit you, at your cabin?”

“Of course,” he says, surprise evident in both his face and tone, “of course you can visit me.”

“Nothing’s,” she rolls her lips together, looking down at the floor instead of at him, “nothing has changed, for you?”

“Of course not, has,” he pauses, and she dares a quick peek up. His face is carefully blank. “Has something changed for you?”

“No!” she says, “No, not at all, I just,” she shivers. She’s still in nothing but a faded towel, her hair dripping down her back, and the den feels suddenly freezing. “I mean,” she closes her eyes, “I mean yes, so many things have changed but, what I feel for you, what I want from you,” 

She’s blushing. She can feel it. All the way from her ears to her chest. God this feels so stupid. The moon is an angry buzzing at the back of her head and she scowls, pressing her fist against her forehead. Her thoughts feel scattered and jagged, difficult to hold onto. 

Farro is in front of her again, hands hovering just above her arms. For someone so big he's surprisingly stealthy. For a moment, the moon quiets, as his warm earthy scent washes over her, mingling with the sweet smell of the shower gel. She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. The hair on his chest is still damp and curling slightly, making it easier to see his two tattoos now, as well as the scar from the night they first met. She lays her hand over it. He places his hand over hers.

“Farro,” she rolls his name in her mouth, across her tongue, savoring the feel of it, “Farooq,”

His fingers tighten on hers.

“I’m Alpha now,” she says softly, keeping her eyes trained on their intertwined fingers, “I never planned on being Alpha, it was never something I wanted but now, now I have my pack and…and we’re a fucking mess,” she chokes out a laugh, “and I honestly want nothing more,” her throat feels tight, her voice a bit strangled. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she feels a hot tear splash onto her chest, “I want nothing more than to go with you, to see your cabin, to see the cliffs you talked about, to…to see your garden, your fucking spinach,” now she’s laughing again. Tears and laughter bubbling out of her in equal measure, like a shaken soda can, “but I’m scared, Farro. I-I think I made a mistake, and maybe Elma, Terry, maybe they would still be here, if I hadn’t made a challenge, or if we’d run, the way Elma wanted,”

“If you had run, who is to say Blackwell wouldn’t have followed?”

His voice is steady, firm and some of the tension snaking around her lungs eases. She looks back up at him, swiping at her eyes with her free hand.

“I heard what you said to Minjo,” he continues, “if you had run, some would have stayed behind. Your pack would have splintered.”

He takes her chin gently in his hand, tilts her face up so she’s forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are impossibly dark, impossibly warm, the lines around them soft. She wants to kiss the corner of his eyes, just where the crows feet were starting to show. 

“You won, Theo,” he murmurs, “and it wasn’t easy, but no one thought it would be. Your pack knew the risks, I knew the risks, and we chose to follow you, to the end.”

“I don’t,” she cleared her throat, dropped her gaze to the ground again, “I don’t know if I can be alpha, if I can keep this up,”

“So don’t,”

She jerks her chin up, eyes wide, “What?”

“If you don’t want to be alpha anymore,” he shrugs, “then you don’t have to be. But, for now,” he takes her hands, “let’s worry about tonight. Just tonight. The pack is safe, they’re fed, they’re warm. You’ve taken care of them,” he brushes a damp lock of hair away from her forehead, “we’ve taken care of you.”

“You’ve taken care of me,”

“And I’m happy to.”

She stares up at him, squeezing her upper arms until her nails bite into her skin. Her chest tightens. She can feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes again. Fuck, she thinks, taking a shuddering  breath, fuck fuck fuckity fuck

Theo? Theo? Theo? TheoTheoTheoTheoTheoTheo

The howl comes immediately, quickly followed by another:

Safe? Safe? SafeSafeSafesafesafesafeSafeSafesafesafesafeSafeSafesafe

She can almost feel the tension coursing from Vicky and she howls back,

Yes yes yes yes safe safe safe

Farro is frowning now, clearly confused. She hadn’t meant to howl her distress. Hadn’t meant for anyone else to register it, least of all Farro, but she feels…unsteady. The moon still hums at the back of her skull. Almost as loud as the day before. Theo sighs, reaching behind her for her phone. She types out a quick message to Vicky before she comes charging back to the den.

Everything’s fine, clean up crew is gone, on my way over now. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, pressing her phone against her forehead as she closes her eyes, “we should go. Could,” she doesn’t know if she’s blushing again, or if maybe she just never stopped, “um, could you give me a second?”

Farro nods, “I’ll be right outside.”

There are buds on the trees. It’s the first thing she notices as she and Farro step out of the warehouse. She feels a little more settled, a little more like herself, back in her own clothes, no longer smelling of ash and blood. The sky is surprisingly clear, little wisps of white clouds arcing above them. The streets are deadly quiet. Her stomach clenches a bit. Farro takes her hand. She doesn’t let go when they get to Grace’s apartment.

Izzie is the first one to her when she knocks on the door, quickly followed by Vicky. Theo meets Vicky’s eyes, and some of the tension on Vicky’s forehead relaxes. She steps back to let them in.

“There you are,” says Izzie, bounding forward and taking Theo’s other hand, “I saved you some pizza.”

“Thanks Iz, did everyone else get some?”

“Yeah I think so,”

Theo smiles down at her, brushes some of her dark hair off her forehead. She doesn’t know how she can still be so… herself, despite everything, but she’s grateful for it.

The pack is scattered around the nondescript apartment. Addie is holding Alexsander on the faded couch, Sergi is on the other end, Nik and JiAn tucked into either side of him, sound asleep. Carrie is surprisingly standing next to the armchair Marco is sprawled in, but she looks markedly more relaxed once she catches Theo’s eye.

Everyone looks to her, and she can feel a few glances at her hand, still clutching Farro’s. She swallows hard.

Safe she howls, safesafesafesafesafesafesafe

They echo it back, all of their voices swelling around her, Farro’s joining in, and she feels tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t try to hide them.

They have a lot to do. A lot to rebuild, and a lot to look out for. But, now looking at the weary faces of her pack, something dangerous stirs in her chest. Something suspiciously like hope. She doesn't push it away.

[omgkatsudonplease]

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

[character]/reader. I Would Not Say That :')))

and in close second:

[character] bashing. Being the antagonist is one thing. Being flattened into a 1-dimensional hater to be easily defeated and disposed of is another entirely.

"x is Dark and y is Light, can their love survive????"

rude misspellings of Dumbledore's name

buckfast angst (aka angst for shock value rather than character growth)

name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

"Hi, my name is Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way..."

recommend an author or fanfic you love

when I was getting into Ron POV for my WIP I read Blackjack and it was hysterical gold. pitch-perfect Ron POV!

feel free to dig through my bookmarks, too; all of those are fics I really really enjoyed!

post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I highly doubt Draco Malfoy is second only to Hermione in terms of academic marks; I would sooner put Theo Nott and at least 5/10 of the Ravenclaws in their year ahead of him. (This is entirely because I've taught rich kids and they don't really care about school because they can nepo baby their way to the top.)

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Draco’s Den

Hunt For the Horcruxes 2018:

Late Night Ponderings by articcat621 - T, one-shot - Draco has a burning question for Hermione.

A Slytherin Walks Into A Pub 2019:

Pub Deals by Elena78 - T, one-shot -  Draco Malfoy Walks into a pub and meets Susan Bones

School's Out For Summer 2019:

Don't Dare a Gryffindor by NuclearNik - T, one-shot - It was all very ordinary. In the best way, of course; in a way none of them had been allowed to be for a very, very long time.

Draco's Drabbles 2020:

One night by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, one-shot - Hermione jinxes a respected work superior and finds a drunk Draco in a cell ( I'm not good at summaries)

[wet] part 1 by real_jane - M, one-shot - For once in her life, Hermione takes an idiotic risk, and Draco Malfoy goes after her.

I'm Relentless by real_jane - G, one-shot - If only she would just leave him alone--that's what he wanted, wasn't it?

A Happy Accident by articcat621 - T, one-shot - Draco does Blaise a favour, not realising it's going to bring him closer to the witch of his dreams.

Cat and Mouse by corvids_5 - T, one-shot - "Cats don't play fair," he growls. "I have been calling you.""Ah. Yes. Small hints, tip offs. I do appreciate them, truly..." He feels her hands sink lower towards the zipper of his trousers. "But you should know, a cat never comes when she is called..."

Cabin Fever by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are stuck at the Manor. 

Florean Fortescue's on a Tuesday by corvids_5 - G, one-shot - It is a dirty, common place to lurk but Draco does it anyways. Year after year, he waits in the alleyway for none other than Hermione Granger.

Falling, Fallen by xxDustNight88 - T, 2 chapters - Sometimes its our final moments that show who we truly are to the world.

Let the New Year Slither In 2020:

Fireworks kiss by damonsgirl23 - T, one-shot - Draco finds his soul mate in Hermione and on the night of new years eve when he kisses her. Sparks fly, as the fireworks go off and ignite between them.

Draco’s Birthday Bash Fest 2020:

Draco's Birthday Bash by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Hermione has a surprise planned for Draco's birthday.

The Unexpected birthday by Gcgraywriter - G, one-shot - To find her alone, scantily clan and on his birthday… He sent a silent prayer to whichever gods were listening for this incredible gift. He felt the nerves bounce around inside him like jumping beans as he tried to breathe through the agitation. He still hadn’t been able to face her since the battle last year; he just watched from afar and wondered what it would be like to bask in her attentions, even for just a little while.

School's Out For Summer 2020:

Summer Lovin' by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, one-shot - Draco and Hermione are at the Annual Malfoy pool party and everything is great until Draco's crush shows up from his year-long holiday. (Draco x Hermione x Theo)

Once Upon a Ger by nightfalltwen - T, one-shot - Draco finds himself and Hermione at a dragon reserve in Mongolia to serve out a three month practicum for their healer training.

Growing Intensity by ForeverEvan - G, one-shot - 25 years after Harry Potter announced that Voldemort was back, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament for the first time. Draco, the Head Librarian at Hogwarts, is surprised when McGonagall shows up to offer Hermione Granger as his library assistant. Clearly, something terrible happened to her. As he adjusts to her presence, he finds a curious attraction to his former school rival. It all comes to head the night before the last challenge, and it does not end happily ever after. Can Draco overcome his mistakes and let himself fall in love again?

Favourite Feeling by Charlie9646 - E, one-shot - ”But this was her favourite feeling and she wouldn’t trade either of them for the world.”Draco drags Hermione on holiday. They aren't exactly together, but his mystery boyfriend is quite shocking. (Draco x Hermione x Snape)

Half-Blood Prince Drabble Elimination Challenge 2021:

Pulling your Leg by NifflersNogtailsNargles - T, one-shot - Draco let his hand fall to his side, grasping hers tightly. He knew that the hours of work and research they'd already done would likely be enough to secure them a good grade, but he desperately wanted to pull this off.

Wolf's Mate by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Draco's wolf is positive that Hermione is his mate.

Draco's Drabbles 2021:

Back at one by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - T, one-shot - Hannah Abbot gets big unrequited feels for Draco. He does not return them at all and when things get scary he turns to the only witch for the job.

Resolving The Tension by articcat621 - E, one-shot - Someone locks them in the closet together... Obviously, the tension becomes too much.

School's Out For Summer 2021:

Last Chance by Herochick007 - G, one-shot - They graduate tomorrow, can Theo admit his feelings for Harry? Can Hermione and Draco stop pretending they don't like each other like that, and who is Ginny writing a love letter to?

Draco’s Birthday Bash Fest 2022:

Never too late by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, one-shot - Scorpius and Albus don't know what to get Draco for his birthday...

Draco's Den Bingo 2022:

I'll Take What I Can Get by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn't want to go to dinner, but for Harry she'll go. Even if she thinks about stabbing Malfoy with a fork over a glass of elven wine.

Morning After by nightfalltwen - M, one-shot - Waking up hung over is one thing. Waking up hung over with a ring on your finger is an entirely different thing.

Breath of Fresh Air by starrnobella - G, one-shot - After a particularly difficult conversation with his father, Draco is reminded of the most important people in his life.

My Sweet Valentine 2022:

Prove Yourself Wrong by Imtrouble - G, one-shot - It's Valentine's Day and the competition of who can gift the worst gift is in full swing but maybe this year their might be a twist.

Strawberry Lace by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, one-shot - As part of Draco’s new resolution not to fuck up his life anymore, he dare not pry into the inner working of Granger. Something of a minor crush had blossomed and he blamed it solely on proximity and lack of people who actually treated him with a shred of kindness. He kept whatever feelings that started to creep on him, well tamped down, buried six feet under the ground, and paved over with stone. So what if he noticed how many shades of brown were in her eyes, or how beguiling her mind was, or that he guessed she was smuggling the most perfect pair of tits under those frumpy cardigans? He was Draco Malfoy, Death Eater, and she was Hermione Granger, the war hero. There would be nothing there but public humiliation on his part. But now Oh but now -

Return to the Castle 2022:

A Gryffindor Party - crochetaway - E, one-shot - Theo and his friends attend a party hosted by the Gryffindors and discover that perhaps all the animosity over the years was really sexual tension all along.

Draco’s Den Bingo 2023:

Inevitable by xxDustNight88 - T, one-shot - Hermione finds it difficult to let go of the past despite knowing that the future is inevitable.

Spiked By A Canary Cream by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When Draco has a bad reaction to a Weasley Wizard Wheezes product, he finds himself in the Hospital Wing while a certain Miss Granger sits at his bedside. A certain Miss Granger who isn't even his friend.

His Babygirl by articcat621 - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione share a tender moment.

The Promise Of A Parent by KrysKrossZee - M, WIP - After the death of his mother, Draco finds out that the Blacks and the Malfoys both had high hopes and great expectations for him - and now at the tender age of twenty-three he has only two years to find someone to help him produce the next Black heir or he will be punished, severely, for his failure. [Draco/Hermione/Lucius]

A Spring Wedding by articcat621 - T, one-shot - The scent and sight of spring were the perfect backdrops for their special day.

This fest is ongoing.