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mini skirt | theodore nott
pairing: theodore nott x reader
wc: 3.5k
genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am
smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing
summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.
Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.
There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"
Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."
"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"
He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"
You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.
"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."
And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"
"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.
Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."
"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."
His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.
But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.
You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"
His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."
You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."
"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.
"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"
Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."
You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."
"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."
There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"
"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."
It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.
Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.
"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"
"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.
Fuck, Blaise was not lying.
In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"
"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."
It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"
"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."
His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.
He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.
He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"
You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"
And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."
"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."
His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."
Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.
It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.
"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"
Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"
You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"
You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"
Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”
“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”
Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”
Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."
You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.
"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.
Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.
Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."
"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"
"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.
You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.
His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.
Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.
Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."
Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."
And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.
"Hey, I liked those!"
"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."
You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."
"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."
" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."
"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."
" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."
Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.
"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."
The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."
"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."
You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”
“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."
And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”
“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”
“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”
“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.
"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"
You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"
“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”
You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"
"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."
Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.
Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.
Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"
Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"
"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."
"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.
"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."
Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."
"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.
"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.
"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"
"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."
"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"
Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.
"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."
Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"
— from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me 😡
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theodore nott • may i have this dance?
info: smallish blurb for @thatdammchickennugget’s hogmarch challenge. prompt four. (i know im a day late lol sorry mari ily)
summary: theodore told everyone that dances weren’t his thing and decided he wasn’t going to attend the yule ball. when you agreed to go with cormac, he realized that he’d made a big mistake, and was there for you when you needed him most.
tags: soft and fluffy. shitty cormac per usual.
You should have seen it coming.
You should have damn well known that accepting Cormac's half-assed invitation to the Yule Ball was practically signing up for one thing and one thing only:
a one-way ticket to misery.
The sting of his abandonment wasn’t even the worst of it--though it did occur almost immediately, sneaky bloke somehow managing to slither off before Dumbledore even had the chance to make it to the podium to give the opening fucking speech.
Truthfully, you probably could have gotten over that. With enough drinks, that is.
The real kicker came after the bewildering manner in which he vanished into the ether. The moment he reappeared all the same, as if nothing had even happened, accompanied now by your ex-best friend, clinging to his arm like a fucking lifeline.
His smirk, so brazenly triumphant, seemed to stretch wider than the chasm between you, swallowing up his entire face in a painfully irritating display of mockery and betrayal as he shot you an infuriating wink from across the room, leading your friend through the crowd and into position for the first slow dance.
That was it. There was no goddamn way you were staying in that cursed room for even a millisecond longer.
If not for your ironclad resolve, you were fully convinced you would have set the entire room ablaze in a whirlwind of rage as you stormed out.
Yet, as you downed nearly half the flask of firewhiskey you had concealed beneath your flowing emerald green gown, a profound epiphany struck you: that wretched excuse for a human being didn't merit even a fraction of your emotional investment.
What he truly warranted, from the depths of your seething soul, was a resounding void of utter insignificance.
And with that realization burning in your chest, you pivoted on your heels and pushed your way through the throng, feigning ignorance to Pansy's concerned calls and Mattheo's mocking gaze as he reached out to grasp your arm, undoubtedly ready to ridicule you for being left high and dry before the first damn dance.
Your friends had warned you of this inevitable outcome, but your stubbornness had clouded your ears to their warnings.
You live and you learn, right?
"Wrong," Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco would have most definitely retorted in unison.
You could practically hear it in the recesses of your mind as you pushed through the large double doors and out into the warm spring breeze flowing through the corridor. They would have reminded you that sometimes it pays to heed the advice of someone who's walked the same path, that perhaps they were genuinely trying to watch out for you for once.
Of course, you would have simply scowled and rolled your eyes in response. You didn't need advice from anyone, definitely not them. Although…it certainly would have paid off to listen just this once…
Just then, in that fleeting moment of mental pondering, an intriguing thought popped into your mind;
Perhaps, just perhaps; you were the problem here.
…..No. Nope. Not even close.
You forcefully dismissed that nagging notion the very second it dared to intrude. No, you couldn’t, and simply wouldn’t entertain the idea that you were at fault here.
The reason you were making a hasty exit from the Yule Ball before the first dance had even commenced, the reason the echo of your black heels striking the cobblestones beneath them reverberated throughout the damp and desolate corridor, was solely because of Cormac.
If you were the problem, you’d be the one in there dancing with whomever you pleased, paying no mind to the feelings of others. Your Yule Ball evening was over. And not even the combined efforts of Godric Gryffindor, Professor Snape, Salazar Slytherin and Filch's bloody cat could have kept you from fleeing.
But in truth, if you were being completely real with yourself, you weren’t even all that bummed. A very large part of you didn’t even want to partake tonight.
Perhaps that was due to the fact that the man you longed to accompany the dance with had adamantly declared his aversion to such festivities, and simply decided not to attend.
But that’s neither here nor there at this point.
As you reached the threshold of the courtyard, your gaze fell upon the breathtaking scene unfolding before you: a moonlit evening enveloped in a torrential downpour, each raindrop hammering against the emerald expanse of grass with relentless force.
It was as tragically beautiful as it was suiting.
And as you were lost in the beauty of nature's fury, you were startled by a husky voice slicing through the stillness, calling out your name from down the hall. Nearly leaping out of your own damn skin, your head snapped to the side, your eyes meeting those of a tall, strikingly handsome Italian man striding purposefully towards you.
"Hey," Theodore called out, his voice gentle yet determined, "Wait up."
You rolled your eyes before you could even stop yourself. Force of habit.
“I saw you leaving,” he continued, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you. “Are you okay?”
You met his concerned gaze with a raised eyebrow, a hint of sass colouring your reply, "don’t I look okay to you?"
Theodore's gaze caressed you, hunger evident in his half-lidded eyes as they roamed over your form with a blend of admiration and concern. Barely audible, a curse slipped from his lips in Italian before he locked eyes with you once more, a palpable shift in the intensity of his gaze.
"You look more than okay, Bella," he murmured, taking a single step closer. “Doesn’t mean you feel it.”
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart quickening its pace in response to his proximity. As Theodore’s words washed over you, a shiver ran down your spine, your skin tingling with the heat of his gaze.
This was the man you’d longed to attend the dance with tonight. The one who swore he’d never take part in such idiocy. Standing before you, clad in an all black suit.
You didn’t even have a thought to question it—to question him—on what the hell he was doing here, dressed like that—because as you stood there, your temperature rising, you met his eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and longing swirling within your own.
“Maybe not,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, “but somehow…you make it hard to feel anything else.”
Theodore's lips curved into a knowing smile, and his tongue darted out to wet them, his eyes locking with yours in silent understanding.
"Then maybe," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "we should find a way to make you feel everything."
Your entire body froze in place as Theodore slowly extended his hand towards you, the world around you fading into insignificance as if time itself had paused, as if someone had cast a spell on the clock. Almost entirely speechless, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his, the anticipation thick in the air as the distant strains of a slow dance song filtered through the corridor, emanating from the Yule Ball.
With a gentle smile, Theodore broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, "may I have this dance?"
As your lips parted to respond, a whirlwind of emotions danced across your face, your eyes flickering between his outstretched hand and the captivating depths of his gaze. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, your usually sassy self left utterly speechless, and with deliberate slowness, you surrendered your hand to his, relishing in the warmth that flooded your senses as he drawed you closer and into his embrace.
Theodore’s hands found their place on your waist with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling you closer to him as if to reassure you of his presence. You reciprocated by resting your palms on his shoulders, feeling the heat emanating from his body, its intensity seeping through the fabric of his suit jacket, igniting a tingling sensation in your fingertips.
You let your eyes trace a path up his strong chest, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was then that you noticed the emerald silk tie adorning his neck, its colour mirroring the rich hue of your dress almost perfectly.
Utterly mesmerized, you couldn’t comprehend the way this man had rendered you so bloody speechless. You’d never have expected any of this in a million years.
Finally, you managed to exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, “you…you matched my dress…”
Theodore’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.
“Only because I knew you’d be wearing it,” he replied, his voice warm, a soft caress against your skin. “Cormac is a fucking idiot.”
A breathy laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the soothing melody of the rain and the gentle hum of the slow dance tune. You blinked, looking up at him through your lashes, finding yourself lost in the depth within the ocean of his eyes.
“You knew he’d ditch me,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the soft cadence of the music. As you watched Theodore’s eyes trace the curve of your lips, a flicker of realization dawned upon you. “You were betting on it.”
“I knew you deserved better,” he murmured, a soft swallow rippling through his throat as he spoke, his eyes shimmering beneath the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the rain-soaked courtyard. “And I was hoping you’d see it too.”
“Why didn’t you try to stop me?” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
You thought back on the advice from the others. All those times Theo was quiet, just watching. Listening.
Theodore’s expression softened, a rueful smile gracing his lips as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Would you have listened, Bella?”
You could feel the subtle tension dissipate as Theodore's touch lingered on your cheek, and with a gentle swallow, you met his gaze, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you considered his question.
"Perhaps not," you replied, your voice as teasing as the grin gracing your lips. “I am quite stubborn, aren’t I?”
Theo chuckled, and you were going to leave it at that, remain silent and enjoy the moment for what it was, but as your eyes found his once more, a surge of honesty flooded your senses, rendering you momentarily breathless. The subtle rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips curved up while donning that devilish smirk of his, the sensation of his thumb brushing against your cheek—it was simply all too much to ignore.
"But, you should know,” you confessed softly, "I truly only wanted to go with you."
Theodore blinked, his gaze flickering with surprise at your admission, as if he hadn't expected you to voice your feelings so openly. But there was no denying the electricity crackling in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, coaxing your face closer to his, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.
"Dances have never really been my thing, Bella..." his voice, a mere whisper, sent your limbs shuddering with nerves. Your fingers trembled slightly against his shoulders, the only anchor keeping you grounded in the intensity of the moment. "But I'd slow dance across the entire castle with you if you asked..."
Leaning closer, Theodore's breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his words sending a shiver down your spine. As he leaned closer, you could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, the tremor in his exhale.
"I was a fool...” as he hovered inches from your lips, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the tension between you reaching its breaking point. “…for not mustering the courage to ask you myself.”
You wet your lips, your eyes bouncing all over his face, your entire body trembling with urgency, with need, with hunger. You’d hardly even heard his words at this point.
“Tell me, Bella…." he breathed, the words longing for an absolution only you could grant him. “Will you ever manage to forgive me?”
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned as close as you could possibly get, your lips just barely grazing against his, savouring the moment for every bloody second it had.
"Kiss me," you murmured through a grin, your voice barely above a whisper, "and perhaps…just perhaps, I'll find it in my heart to forgive you."
With that, he dipped low, two strong hands finding your face, capturing your lips with his, and you sighed, lids closing, reaching to forage into his hair. A soft exhale escaped him, the kiss deepening, and he cradled your head, holding you closer, his other hand falling to support your neck, thumb skimming your jaw.
You whined, joy glowing in your chest, and you eased against his body, the both of you melting into each other, melting into the moment, the sound of the rain and the rhythmic tune of the slowdance fading away in the foreground.
And as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, Theodore's eyes met yours again, blue orbs shimmering brighter than the moon.
"I’d spend a lifetime making it up to you," he vowed softly, urging your head to rest gently against his chest. "Starting with this dance."
#theo nott x reader#theo nott#harry potter#hogmarch challenge#theodore nott x reader#theodorenott#theodore nott#theonott#theodorenott x reader#theo nott smut#theodorenottsmut#theodore nott fluff#theodorenottfluff#slytherin boys#slytherinboys#mattheoriddle#mattheo riddle#cormac mclaggen#slytherin#mattheo#riddle
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do you have any elumax date headcanons???
(for my fic lol) (i tried looking on tags here but there’s barely any elumax content and i feel robbed)
hii sorry it took me so long at first i didnt see it and then i was super busy but i love elumax and as you said it needs more content lol
Im not cretive enough for headcanons but i hope im still helpful !!
(also is 432 am so sorry if is not good, im tired lmao)
date fics:
●Store bought pizza date by calpurina
●So You've Been Harrington'd by GhostHost
●let's be lucky people, you and me by catboy_cabin
●Sandcastles by Aestheticdenbrough
●Worth It by marsiguess (haven't read it)
●I Just Know by BeepBeepSam (haven't read it)
●Bella Notte by wizardingtributeofhades
date ideas:
●coffee shop
●beach
●movies
Incorrect quotes:
●El: The moon is beautiful
Lucas: Yes, but you know who is more beautiful?
Both: Max.
Max, lying between them and blushing furiously: sTOp-
(By @polyamorous-elevenv2 )
●max : what are you guys doing?
lucas : makin some hot cocoa.
max : in the middle of summer??
el : …
lucas : it sounded good.
max:
lucas:
el : do you want some?
max : …
max : yes please.
(by @castielinpastel )
●Modern elumax au-
Lucas: in your personal opinion who stands to be the hottest superhero
Max: dc or marvel?
Lucas: any
El: can they be from a kids show?
Lucas: yes
Max: can they be a villain?
Lucas: I said hero but whatever
El: Kim Possible or Poison Ivy
Max: Black panther or..Katara.
Lucas: tbh firelord ozai is kinda hot...
El: he would call us slurs
Lucas: he has my permission to call me whatever he wants
Max: OZAI??
Lucas: or zuko
El: no zuko I could get behind
Max: hear me out...sokka
Lucas & El: yes
(by @amoris-no-smut-allowed )
●Lucas: What’s it like being tall?
Lucas: Is it nice?
Lucas: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
El: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
Max: It was one time!
(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )
●Lucas: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
El: We're chopsticks!
Lucas: Well... that's cute!
Lucas: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
Max: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )
(if established elmax this is perfect lmao)
●Lucas: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
El: They do.
Max: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?
(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )
●Max, sighing: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.
El, smiling: You are my reward.
[Few minutes later]
Lucas, hoping for a sweet moment: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.
Max: True, you can be a real asshole sometimes. Good that you're funny and I like you.
(By @polyamorous-elevenv2 )
●lucas: max is so sweet. she’s the love of my life, i love her so much and everything about her is so perfect. i love when she insults me, when i braid her hair and when she lies her head on my chest
el: i like max.
(by @novaninja )
●will: hey why are you back from the movies already?
lucas: we got kicked out
el: max was calling out diving scores at the people jumping off the titanic
max: that last guy was a solid eight, lemme tell you!
(by @thatskindagaytho )
●[walking around, still disappointed 6 hours after visiting an aquarium]
Max: What did you think a tiger shark was, El?
headcanons:
Max brings both Lucas and El flowers
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yeah! it must be interesting to go from games with the people you regularly play with to a completely different assortment of people & in (comparatively) limited time too. would love to get into the heads of people who strategize teams lineups lol!
oh i hadn’t heard about that! i dont think ive actually watched much of you quiz before 🤔 ill have to figure out where its available. also for ila! i think hwang heechan has done an episode for them previously? i dont remember who was hosting at the time though.. i mainly pay attention to eps where they’re cooking in the thumbnail lol >.< it’ll be exciting to see what guesung’s ep is like though! im still suprised with how quickly content is planned to come out though, like wow.. sounds so busy to go almost straight from a world cup to all this!
hm.. if diet (?) isnt a constraint, personally i think a drinking show would be fun to see just because i like that sort of balance of chatty but not super personal. i think its particularly fitting since they’re not like. formal celebrities? idk, i guess for some people the draw really is the fame but i cant help but think it must be at least a little awkward for the people that just wanted to play a game professionally lol ;w;
also the idea of we got married is killing me, whenever i hear the name i just think of how people used to call it we got bearded 🤣 in the alternate reality where it was still airing, that would be an absolutely hilarious episode 😭😭
yes!! i saw heechan’s photoshoot for marie claire too and it was cool! like definitely a different direction than i expected tbh, i liked the one photo with the pearl necklaces particularly ; well, no idea how offers are handed out but my only hope is that whatever shoot he ends up doing isnt for something like burberry or gucci.. like maybe i just do not have the taste for that.. kind of fashion but i do nott like the clothes they have to wear for those specific brand endorsements 😭😭
oh and sorry i just noticed the tags on your post with them in the swimming and djskfjjs he is very otter emoji.. 🦦
hope your week has been going well btw!!!
hiii anon!! omg i would love to be a fly on the wall when they decide the starters or the team lineups, stuff like that is so interesting to me! ofc i have my own opinions on who should be starting but it’s interesting to see what professional coaches or managers think and the way they strategise ☺️
you quiz is available on dramacool!! at least that’s where i catch my eps haha. and yes heechan was the first football player to be on ila, i think it was around 3 months ago? anyway forgot to mention it but his ep was literally so cute 🥺 loved seeing his interactions with his teammates and fans!! and it cracked me up bc all the hosts were wearing wolves (heechan’s team in the prem) or sk nt jerseys (even fabien who was hosting at the time) apart from key 😭 it KILLED me 😭 but yeah i’m rly rly excited for guesung’s ep too!! i hope he gets to be on the actual show and interact with the hosts, unfortunately heechan couldn’t bc he was already back in the UK at the time 🥲 guesung must be so busy like with all these variety show things + rumours that he might be trying to transfer during the winter transfer market + if he doesn’t, then k league starting in feb … the life of a footballer is not easy I suppose 😭
oh yeah i agree w you, i do like the vibe of chattiness that a lot of the drinking shows have! it truly must be kinda awkward to have to go through pr lessons and figure out what you want your TV Persona to be as a football player like damn you’re rly just here to play football 😭 AND HELP WE GOT BEARDED … haven’t heard that in a while 😭 man imagine them pairing up the players … the superior timeline 🙏🏾
yes heechan’s photoshoot was rly lovely! i like the one that seungho did for dazed korea too!! i’m not picky about what brand honestly but i have to agree that i don’t like a lot of gucci photoshoots 😭 the clothes are just not my personal taste 😭 though i do have my exceptions! and YESSS guesung is so 🦦🦦🦦 in those pictures … i saw someone say he looks like a baby floating for the first time in those mommy&me swimming lessons and it’s funny but also SO TRUE 😭
my week has been kind of exhausting but i’m doing okay!! hope your week has been going well too 🥰🫂
#re heechan’s ila ep it was so funny bc he sleeps shirtless and all the hosts were thirsting over him EJFJSNDKSKAD#anyway love hearing from u anon!! 🥰#rahul answers
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The Cold, Chapter 7 - The Messages Series
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By @thestarkerisobvious and @starker-stories
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The Cold is the final book in the main line of the Messages series. There is this one and three more chapters until the end (10 chapters total.) The story has been completely finished and is ready to post to schedule.
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Untitled ( in progress )
Note: There is some Italian in the chapter. It’s left untranslated until a note at the end of the chapter to put the reader in Peter’s head. If you speak Italian, obviously this little gambit won’t work on you. If you are an Italian speaker and we’ve gotten it wrong, please leave us a comment with the correction and we’ll make it.
Chapter 7: Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte
She guided him away and they headed to her lab, leaving Tony behind in her office.
Tony agreed that what was discussed between Peter and Helen would remain between them. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous about what was happening. Instead of pacing the courtyard, making a nuisance of himself, he headed to his long-disused personal labs two floors up.
Cleaning the place up, activating and repairing the equipment, it all took time. He checked his watch. Not enough time. Peter was still gone, still downstairs with Helen. He looked up what he’d been working on when he was here last, years ago.
There was little to distract him. Going over his notes on his development of the nanotech for his and Peter’s suits was interesting in a ‘historical record’ sort of way, though the data wouldn’t become part of that until long after it had ceased to be useful to him.
Watch-checking time again. Tony’s inability to keep himself distracted for more than, at most, an hour was annoying. He was sitting in what had been the top lab in the country, and he couldn’t find anything to do. Because his mind was still two floors down. Where he had no idea what was going on. Tony wasn’t sure which was worse. The possibility that something could be wrong or the fact that he couldn’t see it even if there wasn’t anything wrong.
Peter’s texts finally interrupted him.
We’re still talking
Still talking
Hey can you send me that vid of me stopping the car? The first one? Can’t find it.
Can you send me my laser-course stats?
Thanx
Ok headed to the examination room now.
The updates were at least keeping Tony from going completely crazy. But they also kept him from getting involved in anything truly distracting. So their effect was to have him sitting there, doing nothing, staring at his phone, waiting for the next one.
He wanted to text back, to find out more, but he didn’t want to interrupt an exam or a test. He had no idea what was going on before or after the texts. So he just stared at his phone waiting for the next notification.
Omg I haven’t been naked at the doctor since I was 13
This is not a gown this is paper wtf?!
Finally Peter texted him again. The medical exam was over (I get to put on my clothes now) and he and ‘Helen’ were going for a walk.
At that, Tony’s resolve not to spy on Peter broke. He could control things in Helen’s office. He could control things on the entire medical floor. A ‘walk’? Where? Under whose watchful eyes and ears?
Finally, after the cameras showed them heading outside, he gave the monitoring over to FRIDAY. “Track them, turn the surveillance off as they move along the grid, block communication from anyone who sees them and decides to talk about it. I want them in total privacy, from everything and everyone.”
Tony paused. “Even me,” he added, abiding not by the rules Helen gave him, but by the rules he set for himself after their argument.
After an hour, he got another text.
Were on our way back headed to the cafeteria. Im starving
Tony took the elevator down to the atrium level where the cafeteria and the entrance from outside was. He tried not to be, but he was a little terse when he met Peter and Helen at the door. He looked at Helen. “You and I need to have a conversation.”
Helen flashed him a sunny smile, then turned to Peter. “You won’t believe it, but the pizza here is actually good. I’ll see you after?” After Peter was gone, Helen looked back at Tony, but her smile didn’t fade. Most people would have been alarmed to find themselves at the receiving end of a Tony Stark Glare. Helen Cho, of course, was not most people.
“Your office, Doctor?” Tony said, waving his hand in that direction. He was too involved in his own conspiracy theories to notice Helen’s unflappable demeanor. When they arrived, he shut the door behind them. The windows that looked out onto the atrium darkened, the active monitoring lights turned off on the cameras.
“Why the hell did you take him outside into an uncontrolled environment? Are you asking for the spies in the building to know that he had to see you about something? That alone right there is more information than I wanted out about this. So what’s with the doctor/patient confidentiality? That doesn’t apply suddenly?”
Dr. Cho looked mildly surprised at Tony’s accusatory tone, but only shrugged.
“Sorry, it’s now confidential that I met Spider-Man? My bad.”
“Everything about this is confidentential, I thought I made that clear. Fury, New-Cap, no one is supposed to know anything about anything. Just knowing that Peter is talking to you lets them know that something is up with Spider-Man. That will get them curious.
"All anyone knows is that we came here so I could show off the labs to Peter and make sure New-Cap accepts him as an Avenger. Coming here to see you? Getting tested? That was never on the agenda.”
“Good thing you’ve secured my office, then. We’ll go over the details after Peter achieves some caloric intake. I have theories.”
“That’s great. It’s what Peter needs. I want him to have your theories, your conclusions. But I want him to have them. No one else.”
“And you made that clear when you tried to bribe me for my silence, Tony,” Helen said, stepping closer, her patient face hardening a bit. “Peter wanted to go for a walk. He had things he wanted to talk about, and he did. And for the record? I can think of sixteen things we could have been talking about without even trying, and the fact that YOU can’t think of a few is a little telling. Not that he needs an alibi for finding his own personal physician... do you realize he hasn’t had a physical since he was fourteen?” She shook her head in disbelief. “He hasn’t even gotten all his shots! Not that it matters but still… just the idea…
“In any case, Peter is my priority now. If he wants to tell me about the things on his mind in a field, or a laboratory, or an alien spaceship it’s his call. Not yours.”
“He still thinks the Avengers are one big happy family spending nights in pillow forts, watching movies, and eating popcorn. He has no idea of the risk. You can’t trust his ability to know where he should be talking to you. He still… he still fucking trusts people.”
She reached out to touch Tony’s arm briefly. “Well, we know better, don’t we? You were right to call me in on this one.” Helen’s tone was gentler now. “I’m glad he’s got you in his corner on this one, Tony. He may need you. You may be protecting the real next Captain America…”
“Over my dead fucking body,” Tony interrupted hotly.
“…And I’m not sure he’s ready to say ‘no’ to Nick Fury. But I know you. You were born ready.
“I think you two make a good team.”
Tony sighed, a little more relieved. At least Helen saw through some of the smoke and mirrors that surrounded her. “He trusts people. But… he’s the only one… I trust.”
There was silence for a moment. Only when he turned to look at Helen did she speak again.
“I’m glad, Tony. You, more than anyone else on this planet, have earned the right to every single trust issue you own, and then some. But you trust me to an extent, or you wouldn’t have called me. And I’m glad you did. And for the record? I think he’s adorable, and you make a very sweet couple.
“Now shut the fuck up and stop telling me how to do my job,” she said dismisvely, turning back to her desk and pointing at the door. “Go debate the propriety of pineapple on pizza with your boyfriend. I’ll meet you two back here when he’s done eating.”
Tony nodded. He knew he had no objectivity on this issue. Just being here was the last place he wanted to be, which he’d tried to explain… No, he hadn’t tried to explain, just expected Peter to somehow intuit — which wasn’t really fair. Nor was it fair to Helen to blame her for what went on around her.
“Is that even a debate? Of course pineapple belongs on pizza,” Tony said smiling as he left to go find Peter.
Peter had, in fact, already scarfed down his pizza and was on his way to find Tony. He only glanced around for a moment to make sure they were alone before he wrapped his arms around Tony and hugged him fiercely.
“Thank you for this,” he whispered.
Tony smiled and put a kiss on — not the top of Peter’s head anymore! — Peter’s cheek. “Helen says she has ideas. So, I’m glad we were able to come.”
When they entered Helen’s office, she was pulling up a chart on her holoscreen, using her finger to add Peter’s numbers.
“Now, obviously I can’t chart a line based on one point. I’ll need more data. Peter and I may have to talk once year, twice a year ideally. But based on his memory and what data you gave me, I have some theories. Peter’s weight, muscle mass, and BMI put him solidly average, though his height is in the lower 25% until this last growth spurt. Still very average. Nothing anyone can do about that. Now — the jumps in his performance scores look drastic, but not if you take into consideration that the recorded scores from when he was sixteen were inaccurate. According to him he was holding back. But given the stats you calculated in high-adrenaline situations, catching moving vehicles, going hand to hand with the Winter Soldier, I’ve made different estimates. And that gives us a trajectory that looks like this.”
She drew the line with one finger, then hovered over the chart already on the screen.
“The numbers appear extreme, but the math is ultimately the same. A non-enhanced male of Peter’s age, weight and healthy caloric intake, not to mention his daily workout schedule…
“Yes,” she interrupted as Peter tried to correct her. “You swing your bodyweight through over the streets of New York City for hours almost daily, you weren’t taking that into account.”
“So a non-enhanced young adult male’s trajectory would look the same as the one Peter is making now. If my theory holds he’ll peak the same time a non-enhanced male would peak, then begin to decline the same way.” She looked at Peter, as if asking permission to continue.
Peter only nodded and looked at Tony. He was nothing but smiles. He seemed pleased and relieved. When Helen kept looking at him, waiting for that permission to come, Peter decided that it didn’t need to. They were finished talking.
The numbers didn’t matter any longer. They’d discussed them during their walk. What mattered was that he was growing at a normal — for non-normal — rate. It would stop. He’d reach a peak and not just keep growing ridiculously forever. There would come a point where he didn’t have to keep being afraid of his ability. He could just learn how to work within it. He’d learn his limits. Then he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And he wouldn’t hurt Tony. That was what both of them needed to know.
The meeting ended with cell phones out and schedules compared, Peter and Dr. Cho making plans six months in the future and exchanging numbers. Tony copying the dates in his. Peter hugged Dr. Cho before they left the office, then once again as they said goodbye.
“Did you get the answers you were looking for?” Tony asked as they left Helen’s office, heading to the residence wing.
“Yes, I mean no, but I got some decent theories. Which beat the fuck out of my theories. My theories were just too scary. Helen put it all into perspective. She’s awesome. Thank you, Tony.”
They left the medical wing for the stairs in the lobby, then down them, holding hands.
They had decided to kill the rest of the day by heading to the pool ‘to relax’. Peter’s manic need to perform feats of strength had cooled. They talked, they joked, they made up conversations in between Sam and Bucky who, they assured each other, were watching them at every moment. Peter matched Tony joke for raunchy joke, laughing freely and easily.
Tony smiled, sneaking glances at Peter when the kid wouldn’t notice. He hadn’t seen Peter this relaxed and easy since, well, since his work started to impinge on their lives. Peter’s happiness started to slip away when they’d meet up at different hotels in the city as something fun and different from the penthouse. At first, Peter would get excited and they’d laugh and play around with things in the suite, even bouncing like a kid on the very soft and bouncy beds.
That seemed like a long, long time ago. As Tony drifted away from their life, Peter also drifted away. Now, his Peter was back.
They did laps, at which Peter would’ve beat Tony easily if the kid hadn’t been acting like a dolphin following a ship, diving and ducking underneath him, swerving in patterns, even leaping up and over Tony’s body.
More than once Peter made bets he could hold his breath for ‘this long’, bets he always lost, unable to resist surfacing directly under Tony to grab him and lift him into the air.
The kid was a fish. Their swimming quickly turned into nothing but playing, splashing, dunking. And a lot of teasing. A kiss stolen and then swam away from. An ‘accidental’ brush against somewhere while coming up from a dive.
Tony let himself go. He couldn’t remember when he’d last played around in the water. Or even if he had ever just played around in the water. If the surveillance to the pool room hadn’t been turned off, no one watching would’ve believed that it was Tony Stark down there, laughing and smiling and playing.
“There’s a huge pool at my house in Naples. I’m taking you there. It’ll be just like this for a week. Only better. New-Cap and the Manchurian Candidate won’t be trying to spy on us.”
“Take me to Italy,” Peter said, grinning, swimming into Tony’s arms for another kiss. “Take me somewhere where I don’t know anything, and teach me all of it. Maybe we won’t come back.”
“Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte.”
“Mmmmm… more. I love being ignorant.”
“I’ll take away your phone and you won’t be able to use ‘translate’,” Tony grinned.
“The less I know the better. I’ll just assume you’re telling me a dirty joke.”
“You’ll have to trust that I’m correctly teaching you what to say. That I’m not having you to insult someone and get us chased out of the restaurant,” Tony clenched his fist and sprayed a squirt of water at Peter’s face.
“Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio.”
“I agree! I assume it’s about sex, and I agree.”
“Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana.”
“Yes! I’m unfazeable,” Peter said, laughing. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”
“E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì.”
“I’ll assume that means ‘I want to have sex in the pool’,” Peter said, sinking straight down, nuzzling Tony’s cock for a moment before swimming away.
“Voglio fare sesso in piscina,” Tony shouted just before Peter dove again, this time swimming all the way down to the bottom of the deep end.
Peter didn’t spring back up like he’d been doing. A whole minute passed and he was still sitting, cross-legged, at the bottom. Tony frowned and looked down at the distorted image through the water. He counted another ten, fifteen seconds before he dove down. Paddling in front of Peter he looked into the kid’s face. His hair was waving through the water, looking like a mermaid. His eyes were open and he was grinning.
When they had laughed themselves silly and their fingers were getting pruned, Peter and Tony headed to the changing room, showered off and dressed. When they hit the common room, Tony’s hair was slicked back wet, and Peter’s kept falling over his forehead in little ringlets.
Cooking and eating together, they spared only a socially required greeting then ignored any conversation attempts. They were alone in the large room, regardless of who was there around them. Their conversation ranged through the adaptations Tony would be working on for Peter’s suit to the new webbing Peter would create for it. They had no worries about the security of their discussion. No one would understand what they said, even if overheard.
Peter still teased about the pool, his dive, and how it had scared Tony. Tony was still breaking into Italian as he described what he would cook for Peter in Naples and how he would spoil him.
As they sat down to the table, a robot that no one even knew was in the compound came up to them, bringing a bottle of wine from a private cellar that, also, no one knew was in the compound.
By the time dinner was made and finished, they were dry, well fed, and in good humor. They headed to Tony’s suite, leaving behind a befuddled Sam, staring at Tony laughing like he must’ve been an alien left to replace the real Tony Stark.
Italian translations:
The title
Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte - We'll make love all night
Within the text
Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte. - We will go to Italy. We will swim in the pool every morning. We will make love every night.
Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio. - I'll buy you diamonds and that watch and spoil you rotten.
Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana. - I will take you to every luxury restaurant I can find. You will wear Italian thousand dollar shoes. I'll measure you for a men's suit that costs more than most people earn in a week.
E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì. - And when we get home, I’ll fuck you in the ass so hard that you can't walk. I'll even let you touch me there.
Voglio fare sesso in piscina. - I want to have sex in the pool.
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HEYYY BABYFACE! I thought I’d miss the beard but he’s just cute no matter what
It’s Brittany bitch
Oh no xD
Aww they’re doing a shoutout for conservation for the rainforest! Good for them!
RIP Nott you will be missed
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Also Marisha’s hair? Amazing. Flawless. Stunning.
"SOMETIMES DRAGONS COME AFTER YOU" Jester your experiences are not universal
Reani knows everyone and has so many friends who clearly thinks she’s absolutely reckless but love her anyway
"Why would they call it root beer? That’s fucking stupid."
Goats milk with chocolate lol
Reani girl slow down lol
N: "I’m already plastered and that seems excessive"
Nott honey no you’re gonna die of alcohol poisoning at this rate
Thaumaturgy to make chocolate milk lol
Throwing contest woooooo!
The M9 invent root mead pong
Sam, joint about how Marisha played Caleb last week: "you were so attractive!"
Matt: "I agree!"
lol they’re all bad throws
B: "I feel like This is a consolation prize. Am I being pitied?"
F: "Yes."
B: "Do you want it?"
F: "Yes."
lol Caleb makes the best throw at the end when no one is paying attention that was cute
Matt making sure to point out that this is how he is doing the rules in HIS campaign to stop the rude people from criticizing
lol Fjord you’re too skinny for plate mail
Squishy wizard less squishy yayyy!
We’re off to steal from nobles!
Pu-bat Sol?
This is amazing I’m crying
Caleb really wants that bread
"Until tomorrow" Aw poor guy. He lonely.
Awww Samiel guiding Reani to be her own person <3
Aw bb :(
That was sweet
Also I’m convinced at this point that Reani is never leaving she’s just gonna tag along with the M9 forever now
Fjord being like "I cannot do all that exercise it hurts me" is a MOOD
Y’all are gonna randomly murder a guard?? When you’re doing something illegal??? What if he has a family??
Fucking HELL
Yeah y’all better not let Reani find out about this
They are such disasters I stg
C, whispering: "Nott says they murdered someone."
F, also whispering: "THEY WHATED SOMEONE?"
They’re all such nerds
Cad: "I’m built for espionage today not for healing" that’s a first
We need a counter for the number of times Jester has done something clever to get them in
F: "don’t worry about me, I have items and stuff, just go."
Poor Fjord left alone :(
WHY DID YOU TELL REANI GUYS FFS
M: "nextomantic"
Everyone: "ooooooooo 😬"
They’re all exploring a house and poor Fjord is just downstairs. Alone.
Nice job Nott!
I have some concerns about how they get out now
A book, of course
It’s time to leave guys. Go.
Them trying to gently encourage Nott not to drink is so soft and sweet
But they are pushing their luck
TIME TO GO
Please get out please
"Disguise self-elf"
Oh that’s a cool ring, but also very dangerous probably. Can easily be used for manipulation.
Well at least they got the glass
I’m gonna miss Reani she’s been fun
Cad: "Thank you for taking care of him" that’s a feeling
Caleb checking up on Fjord <3
Also it’s amazing how it actually took me 0% time to get used to Fjord’s real voice. I thought I was gonna miss the southern accent but nope.
Caleb shared a boooook :D
Gasp Nott turned down a drink I’m proud of her
Jaggentoths...?
Oh FUCK they were people who hired Lorenzo and the Iron Shepherds
R: "Will you come back to visit?" Don’t imma cry
WELCOME TO THE MIGHTY NEIN BB GIRL
Cad: "the head of a god"
C: "small."
Cad: "aren’t we all? well, you all are."
C: "alright tallboy."
I choose to believe that banter is canon
Awww Fjord trying to meditate and talk to Wildmom on his own <3
Awww getting a hug from Wildmom!!
....or is it
MATT that’s RUDE!!
That’s gonna be a TWO WEEK CLIFFHANGER
Reani gonna make out with Beau do it
Do it for all of us
Okay the rose is good too that’s sweet
Beau no xD
R: “I think you’re pretty.”
B: I grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her
YAS BEAU
THANK YOU
I was very much crossing my fingers for that
Ohhhh Caleb and Nott gonna have a discussion
Caleb just checking in Fjord and Nott and stuff makes me happy
He’s been working really hard to be encouraging and supportive and stuff and you know what that is? Growth.
Team Mom Nott
Oh sweetie, you don’t have to do that for everyone. :(
Alright everyone group hug Nott immediately
She’s scared HUG HER IMMEDIATELY
N: “I know you all have my back, you all care for me. But no one has my front.” ouch.
N: “This flask is my shield. It allows me to do these things, to go forward and protect all of you.” Ouuuuch.
Sam Reigel coming in with the feels again.
C: “How can you protect us if you are not protecting yourself?”
N: “Well there is a bit of a trade off. I just worry that I won’t be brave without it.”
C: “You don’t have to be brave alone. I am not, without you, Nott.”
C: “Listen I don’t have faith in much, at all. I don’t have faith in myself, either. But I do have faith in this group.”
A’IGHT LIAM AND SAMI DIDNT ASK FOR THESE FEELS AT 1:30 AM SO THANKS FOR THAT
Please hug and
C: “I really wish I could see you right now.”
N: “Yeah, well... I don’t know. I don’t.”
Oh honey you’re not disappointing him
N: “I’m sorry if I disappoint you again.”
C: “Nott the brave. We may both be messes. But at least we’re messes together.”
Nott, and then she takes a sip, while he can’t see, and “I’ll try to make you proud”
C: “You already do.”
And I’m crying.
Thanks for that little hint of humor Jester
Cad’s just like “I just like to listen in lol”
Boy just gonna have emotional talks tonight huh? Cad complimenting Jester and making sure she understands that she’s appreciated even if they don’t say it as much as they should.
They’re just spying on Caleb together
And now off to eat cupcakes
Awww the Traveler “he’s right, you know; you deserve all the cupcakes, Jester.”
How does sleep come to Fjord Matt
What happens to Fjord Matt
AYYYY THE SWORD IS DONE
“Except for you” FJORD??
Listen I’ve been anticipating the sword thing for ages but
Fjord??
Matt what’s wrong with Fjord there’s not an M9 episode next week Matt you can’t do this to me Matthew
IS HE GONE?
WHERE DID HE GO
MATT
MATTHEW
oh my god
WHERE
IS
MY
BOY
MATTHEW
IS HE FROZEN??
What’s happening is he about to get a new class??
Oh shit what’s happening
A slightly less scrawny Fjord lol
Caduceus looks very proud
AHHHH IT WORKED
HE’S BACK
“Eldritch blayst” now that i did miss
IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM
Please hold it I want so much art of him holding the sword for the first time
I’m so emotional I’m so proud of him guys
OH my god that was AMAZING
Reani come back soooon
“I get a day of extra life for every tear so” lol Taliesin
LOVE YOU TOO MATT
#Critical Role#cr spoilers#emi watches critical role#MY FJORD FEELINGS ARE OFF THE CHARTS TONIGHT HE WAS SK HAPPY IM SO HAPPY
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A Life With Magic
read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ojVp0D
by Runa_Valerie
(follows the Story Darker Souls but does not require the reading of previous)
After helping Harry, Arilisa decides its time to go help the other various Potter's. and So follow young Zinnia Potter, raised by loving Dursley's. a Demon for a Aunt, who should really stop breaking laws infront of children...or giving them technically illegal gifts and...oh did i mention two other magical's? Zinnia, Dudley and Hermione, the Wizarding world best look out. Voldemort never stood a chance.
(and Tom didn't either. but at least HE lived through the experience!)
Words: 4142, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Arilisa's guide to messing with the Potter Multi-verse.
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Dudley Dursley, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Neville Longbottom, Severus Snape, Arilisa Le-Fay Slytherin (OC)
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Dudley Dursley/Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: i dont know yet?, Magical Dudley, shit i just deleted most of my tags, Whyyyy, um...friendly Dursley's, Sentient Hogwarts, Soul Magic, Demons, twin Occamy's, Hedwig goes to Hermione (IM SORRY), everyone forgot about Sirius until third year, Arilisa is a horrible great-something-aunt/grandmother, confused Snape, supportive McGonagall, silly Dumbledore, probably moving to the moon, good-ish Malfoy's, (they dont really ever do GOOD but they do...DECENT), thats all i can think of
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ojVp0D
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first of all, thank you for dear jess ( @daydadahlias ) for tagging me in this 💙
rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! put your music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs
so im just gonna go to my liked songs on spotify cause theres like 2k songs and i’ll be surprised if not a single one will turn out to be a glee version of a song, sorry in advance:
1. sleazy - kesha
2. bella notte - glee cast version
3. all for one - high school musical cast
4. i feel pretty/unpretty - glee cast version
5. level of concern - twenty one pilots
6. take a break - hamilton cast
7. over and out - 5sos
8. thnks fr th mmrs - fall out boy
9. i miss you (unplugged) - 5sos
10. sober - FIDLAR
i mean i think that's pretty good range, although i am very surprised not a single bo burnham song made an appearance here considering that's all i've been listening this past few days.
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that song came on at work today
you know the one
its really well known but i dont like to think of it like that
i think of it as our song
the one we played after we shotgunned the "big" beers and ran around that little swiss town
breathing in the mountain air, searching for that lion head statue
the one you asked ryan to play, we all screamed out all the words
that was five years ago but it couldve been yesterday, i replay that memory so much
we went off by ourselves at one point and oh my god i knew that you knew that night
we joked with everyone about jumping off that bridge, and everyone else laughed but you and me both knew there was more truth to it than anything else
fuck man i miss you
and im sorry
and i wish you would've let me in
i know you tried to
i missed my shot because i was too worried about protecting myself
god i miss you
i wish you were here, still breathing, still warm, still you
still yelling at ryan to play the killers on repeat
fuck man
theres not a day i dont wish i could fucking take your place
tag you back into the world and let me out
i just love you so much
you have so much more to give
fuck
and i dont have anything more to give
fuck
i miss you so fucking much
i love you so fucking much
why the fuck does this keep happening
why to us
why i dont fucking indersyand
this doesnt make sense
and i canr fuckinh breathe anymore FUCK
this is so fucking cruel
yhis is so fucking heartless
and why does no one fucking talk about it
why did you have to hide in the dark corner why did i
i remember the day i tried to kill myself and then i had to fucking get on with my day after
i went out for fucking dinner at school after
and i had to excuse myself from it so i ciuld go hide in the fuxking staircase and tru to
breathe for four hours
fuck
why am i back here
why were you there
why cqnt i seperate anything
why cant my pills make
me all better
why fant i force myself to take them anymore
why fid they let this happen to YOU
i fucking miss you jason fuck i font fucking understand But i totally fucking understand
this i s garbage why does nothing make sense why arent thungs just rught and good and nott fucking chaotic why am i losing my fucking mind again holy fuck
i miss uou
and i hate that fucking song because it always reminds me
and i hTe my fucking self becauee i always remember
and i lov eyou i dint know why the world let you go
or how
because my grip is still
so
string mh knickles wjite
from
holding on how the fuck could anyone let you go
thi s was supposed to be pretty and a memory and make you come back but it just makes me want to slit mh wrisys all over again
fuck i miss hiu
i hope its better this way because if its not then its a big fuckinh wasye and j dint understand
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“This flask is Taliesin’s new character” shut up Sam don’t mock us
They’re FINALLY going to go check out the Taskers and i swear if Taliesin’s character isn’t with them I’m gonna die
(unless this is all a trick and Taliesin is just hanging out until Molly can reasonably be brought back…)
Caleb stepping in and doing some strategizing both makes me proud and makes me sad because I guarantee he was great at that before Everything happened
Beau and Caleb disagreeing over a spider
“Shady Debaters Debate Team” I would wear that shirt
Nila wants to use her lighting let her fuck people up with her lightning draw people outside for her to fry please
Yes please get yourself some goddamn healing potions
YAAAAS NILA HAS HEALING WORDS
and good berries xD
GUYS I STILL LOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD STILL DIE FOR HER
The Bone Orchard…ooooooo
Necromancers maybe?
Please go to the Taskers first I feel like Taliesin has to be with them
If people have been torturning Jester I’m gonna cry she’s too sweet for this
Nila’s smell bag is so cute y’all stop teasing her
“You are relying on me, I’m very happy” sHE’S SO PURE
Oh shiiiiit she just saved them from freaky forest ground monsters that’s my girl!
GRAVE SITE I’M TELLING YA ITS NECROMANCERS
Caleb getting tired of the debate and just heading over the gate
Not just carelessly flinging herself after him smh
Spooooooky place I don’t know how I feel about this
YAAAAAAAAS THEY FOUND HIM HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHH OF COURSE HE LIVES IN A GODDAMN GRAVEYARD I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE IS THE ULTIMATE GOTH
HE’S A FIRBOLG???
“Caduceus Clay” AND HES A CLERIC GOD BLESS Jester will be delighted that she doesn’t have to do all the healing anymore
Caduceus seems delightful I’m delighted I MISSED YOU TALIESIN
fuck i love him already
he’s like the goddamn grave keeper TALIESIN COULD YOU HAVE GONE ANY MORE GOTH
B: “You’re drinking dead-people tea?”
Cad: “Aren’t we all?”
THE. ULTIMATE. GOTH.
…can’t bring Molly back. I’m not surprised at all given that it would be weird to bring his own character back, but still. That’s okay. It’s fine.
He just figured he’d sit there with his tea until someone came to help him leave lol
C: “Welcome to the Mighty Nein”
Cad: “There’s only, uh—“
B: “DON’T overthink it”
Nott shooting Beau to test Cad’s healing xD
FRUMPKIN NO DONT KILL HIM
fuuuuuuuck he dead
they needed him god dammit
HE’S ALIVE
ALIVE BY 1
I can’t decide if this is going to be a disaster, them going after them again right now, or???
LETS NOT SPLIT UP AT ALL EVEN JUST TO KILL TWO GUARDS
Taking off her armor is a horrible idea guys
Guest!Ashley has the cutest face and the purest laugh??? I love her
While we’re on break I’m trying to decide, is it weird that Taliesin chose to play a cleric when they already have a cleric? Part of me is like “what if he did that because he knew they were gonna need the temporary heals and he’s just gonna stick around as Cad until Jester is back and then he’s gonna rez Molly” and part of me is just like bfs girl Molly is gone let him go??
I don’t think I’ll be able to move on from Molly for sure though until the M9 move on from Shady Creek, with Cad tagging along.
Frumpkin the 3-HP spider
Not asking Cad questions nervously is adorable
Beau just sticking her face in the bag for the luck orb xD
Caleb: talks about breaking a guy’s skull
Nila: “excellent”
Poor Taliesin having to figure out a whole new character. He’d barely really figured out Molly yet.
20 for a perception check nice job Keg!
Sumalee accidentally meta gaming is honestly just cute enough that i don’t even care she could metagame all day and i’d be fine with it
HERE THEY GOOOOO
Matt looks so lost xD
FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM BEAU/CALEB/NILA
FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM KEG/NOTT/CAD
good rolls, good rolls…
YAAAAS GO KEG!
YAAAAAS NILA BASH HIM DO IT GIRL she’s been waiting to kill someone for so long
goddamn they handled that SO WELL LOOK AT THEM IM SO PROUD
“one was just enjoying the wind, and then darkness forever” Matt xD
Goddamn I can’t believe they pulled that off so well. Lorenzo better watch the fuck out.
Are we calling him Clay then because I liked Cad
Frumkpin the flying spider?? Methinks they all forgot Caleb made him a spider
Nila’s so excited to have like 32 gold she’s so cute you guys
Keg get another nat20 for stealth
okay… are they really unnoticed I’m nervous
B: “Look at the—look at the windows, too.”
Cad: “They’re nice.”
I love hiiiiiim
We can’t go get friends tho because they’re not HERE YET
Boy I can’t wait to see this map
Liam missing his rogue days hardcore right now lol
YAAAAS Taliesin with the nat20 deception I was so scared
“I’m gonna have an ulcer after this game” fucking SAME
Ashley and Sam holding hands like SAME god the stress
Also heck yeah we’re uncovering the maaaaap!
Liam is just very thoroughly uncovering the map
fuck don’t squish Frumpkin
“Hey Phil come help me kill this spider!”
Oh thank god good job poofing him out Caleb
I’m serous guys I love Caleb coming up with plans and leading the group in Fjord’s absence I love it
WAIT
YOU CANT SEND NOTT IN BY HERSELF
DONT DO THAT
FUCK
WE CANT AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE GANG GUYS
NOT NOTT
Hey Caleb can you teach Nott the door unlocking spell?
Keg: “Nott. Be careful.”
Nott: “…Do you care about me?”
K: “…Yeah.”
N: *happy wiggle*
Fuck I don’t like this they were doing so well but this is going to be a disaster
A NAT1
FUUUUUUUUUCK
KILL THEM
fuck it was going so well god DAMMIT Caleb this was a BAD PLAN
God they’re not even all together I am literally so afraid right now
Yessss hasted Keg
fuckfuckfuck im literally so fucking scared right now
okay good they missed Not
FUCK ‘EM UP NILA
NO SAVE THE TOTEM FOR LORENZO
SAVE IT NILA
SAVE IT
poison spray yesss that sounds nice and 12pts damage good girl
poor Sam has such a hard time with his rogue skills
NOTT STOP RUNNING AHEAD
GOD Y’ALL DID MOLLY TEACH YOU NOTHING
fuck them up Keg
Yessssss kill him Keg my hero
Hasted Keg is the best man 4 attacks? She’s helping make up for a lack of Yasha
Keg getting between Nott and danger is so sweet I’m crying is she trying to make sure Molly does’t happen all over again
I would also die for Keg you guys
Sorry Phil you dead
BITCH HAS YASHA’S SWORD
FUCK HER UP
Wait until you get in the room above the trap door at least Nila
I adore her
PHIL DON’T YOU TOUCH NILA
yesssss he misses
NOTT
DONT FUCKING GO NEAR THE BARBARIAN
“IM THINKING OF REMOVING MY SPINE… CAUSE IT’S ONLY HOLDING ME BACK! :D”
holy shit Nott put her prone I’m crying I’m sorry I doubted you Nott
Fuck up the barbarian Keg yessss
Action surge means what what is that it’s cool
NAT20 YAAAAAS Keg is the BEST you guys
What I’m taking from this is that women name Ashley make the best lady characters and get the job done
why are you spending key points in non-combat when Lorenzo is still out there somewhere
Oh jeez are Cad or Nila close enough to heal Keg if she needs it??
DON’T TAKE AWAY HASTE
fuck
Liam and Matt gonna fight lol
Let Nila beat the door in
MOMMA POWERS ACTIVATE and she beats in the door HELL YEAH
Maybe she should have saved the totem for IN the trap door?
Sumalee is so concerned that she’s gonna make a mistake it’s cute
UH I KNOW IT’S A JOKE BUT YOU CAN TAKE TALIESIN’S NEW CHARACTER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS SOMEONE ELSE CAN DIE
Cad coming in with the heals heck yes
“A cleric who likes to heal! It’s amazing” LOL Sam. My thoughts exactly though
This isn’t going terrible but it isn’t going great and I’m worried about what they will have left when it comes time to face Lorenzo
YEAAAAAH HDYWTDT CALEB HECK YES somebody grab Yasha’s sword
also damn Caleb you get vicious with that fire
oh baby
please don’t freak again Molly isn’t here to forehead kiss you out of it
Aw first time he managed not to have issues
Maybe Lorenzo isn’t home… that would be great…
Or he’s downstairs…
Damn, Taliesin, that’s so amazingly morbid and fantastic. Just melting them away into fertilizer.
Nott apologizing for not being able to unlock the door and Caleb reassuring her that it’s not her fault. My heart.
Trapped door.
They are all getting silly xD
Oh god okay here we go
“I like pink better than purple” Liam how dare you
Manacles again ffs Matt
God a whole underground place
“He’s looking for green or blue or goth”
Fuuuuck they gotta get through at least 3 more??
And still no Lorenzo
fuck i don’t like thiiiiiiis
Lorenzo is absolutely in there. If he was upstairs he would have come down.
You’re assuming that there isn’t another way out that they could escape through and flank you
Matt’s like “I just got the downstairs map out guys”
Cad/Clay/Whatever like “let’s just?? ask??”
Oh no
stop him
“fucking Phil, ammiright?”
fuck this son of a bitch up
16 damage fuck him uppppp Nila!
fuck him uuuuup Keg!
fuck him up Clay!
fuck him up Nott!
Clay just… turning him into mulch I’m crying
Damn I’m so impressed they took care of that so well
fuck traps
PLEASE LET NILA’S BABY BE OKAY
Nila being such a mom is my favorite like I’m so here for the peaceful person who has never hurt anyone, but will fuck you UP for touching their loved ones
SOMEONE HEAL ASSAR
IM CRYING
MATT STOP IT
it’s fine I’m only crying a little
“be well. be well my son.”
I’m very much crying
Let her rip it open Matt let her do it
Okay Nila it’s okay let Nott try or Caleb then if Nott can’t
SAM stop with the 1s!!
SHES GOT HER FAMILY BACK AGAIN I CRYYYYYYY
the power of love is stronger than metal bars hell yes
“I love it when it works for the narrative!” lol Matt at his most DM-i-est
FAMILY HUG ITS FINE IM NOT CRYING
oh god I’m gonna miss Nila so much
WE LOVE YOU NILA I HOPE WE SEE YOU AGAIN SOME DAY
FIRBOLG HUG
I’ve cried way too much these past like idk 7 episodes
Nila is forever a member of the M9 y’all save that feather
it’s fine
it’s totally fine
How many members of the M9 are there now
Fjord Jester Caleb Nott Beau Molly Yasha, then Shakaste, Cali, Kiri, Keg, Nila, and now Clay.
God this was such a good episode.
Caduceus is great guys. He’s different enough from Molly not to make me heartsore, and I think he’ll bring a nice new dynamic? I’m not at all disappointed by him (not that I expected to be, I knew Taliesin wouldn’t let us down).
I’m gonna miss Nila so much. Like Marisha said, she was the softness the group needed.
I can’t believe Sumalee has never properly played before! That’s amazing! She was amazing! I hope I can be half that great at my first proper game!
And I’m so excited to see how it goes next week, live from GenCon! Excited to see how this section wraps up. It’s gonna be amazing.
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