#Theo copper

[crossroadart-seabear]

His underwear’s getting to small. Too much cake.

This TikTok

My links (take a talisman with you)

#*insert Miles choking on his morning coffee* #Theo copper #The Henchmen’s Guide #crossroad art #bear pettigrew #urban fantasy #book took #writelr

[moronic-validity]

Dungeon

Okay, I've been really good about posting 2 a day, so here's a little somethin somethin I didn't bother editing or having anyone else look at because it's like 1k of the worst side of Winter.

This is a stand-alone fic inspired by the art of the incredible @numericturtle

Anyway, 18+ because this is literally just Winter hurting Simon.

Simon had no idea how long he had been in the dungeon. It could have been hours, it could have been days; time lost all meaning down here.

He didn’t know what he did to anger Winter this time, but it landed him here. 

He had been stripped, then told to sit down against the wall while Winter shackled his arms above his head, they both knew he’d have to dislocate his shoulder out if he wanted to get up without permission.

Winter walked into the larger room and stared at him through the bars of his cell. He looked pathetic.

Old and pathetic.

Just how he wanted him.

“Are you enjoying your new home?” He taunted from outside the cell.

Simon looked over at him and frowned.

“How long are you going to keep me here?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Winter’s answer was flat.

Simon hung his head. 

“What did I do to deserve this?” 

Winter smiled.

“That is a very good question my dear Simon,” Winter pretended to ponder the answer before gasping, “Oh that’s right! You were planning to leave!” 

Simon looked over to him, puzzled.

“Winter, I never planned to leave you, I don’t know wha-”

He was cut off by a Winter slamming his hand against the bars.

“I know you were planning to leave. Everyone leaves.” 

The entire dungeon grew colder and Simon shivered. 

Winter opened the cell and stepped in, not bothering to close it behind him.

“But this way, you can’t leave.” He crouched on the ground next to Simon. 

It felt like the only light in the room was coming from him. 

“You’ll never be able to leave.”

It was another two days, by Simon’s count, before Winter came back to see him. 

People came and went, he was given food and water, but it didn’t change the fact he hadn’t moved his arms in multiple days. 

Then he came back, smiling and whistling this time.

“Oh Simon, I think I finally figured out how I can get you out!” He sounded so cheery, like he wasn’t the one to put him there in the first place.

Simon didn’t bother responding, just continued staring forward.

Winter tutted before letting himself into the cell yet again. 

“Don’t you want to hear how I found a way?” He sounded almost sad to not be able to share such joyous news.

Simon looked up at him and shivered, not because of the cold, but because of the look in Winter’s eyes.

“How can I get out Winter?” He sounded tired. He was tired. His hands had gone numb after the first few hours, his joints following suit a day later.

Winter clapped and did a little spin. 

“I’m so glad you asked!” He showed Simon what he had originally thought to be a cane, it had an intricately created copper snowflake at the end. Simon looked back into the smiling face of his captor. “I’m going to brand you!” 

Simon pressed himself tighter against the freezing wall.

“I’ll get the copper so cold it’ll burn. It’ll hurt, but only for a moment!” Winter reassured, giddy with excitement, “And then everyone will know who you belong to, where you belong! Isn’t that fantastic!”

Winter was too busy putting together his plan to register the terror Simon was experiencing, or maybe at this point, he didn’t care.

Winter grabbed the chain connected to the shackles around Simon’s wrists and began walking forward, tugging at it to get him to follow. 

His legs had fallen asleep days ago and he struggled to stand, but Winter’s pace didn’t leave room for him to refamiliarise himself with standing. He did his best to stumble to where Winter was leading him.

It was the center of the room.

“I won’t lie to you, this might hurt just a bit.” Winter warned before bringing the chain to the ceiling. 

Simon felt his shoulders slide out of place and he was sure he would be in pain if it wasn’t for the fear. He could only barely touch the ground if he extended his foot, and even then it was only his big toe that made contact. 

Winter circled him, slowly. It was reminiscent of a big cat stalking their prey.

Simon could feel the air get colder behind him, though he couldn’t see what was happening. He could only close his eyes and hope it would be over quickly. 

Winter had the metal hissing from the cold. He couldn’t help but grin, it was going to work better than he had imagined.

Once he was happy with how cold it had gotten, he placed a hand on Simon’s left hip to steady him, then pressed the branding iron firmly against Simon’s right hip.

His screams of agony filled the small room and echoed. It was music to Winter’s ears.

Did he know the agony he had caused him? Did he care? Winter couldn’t help but wonder if Simon knew how it felt to give your heart to someone, only for them to plan to leave you. In the middle of the night no less! It felt like his heart had been torn from his chest and stomped on. 

This was better. 

He could keep Simon like this.

His property, with a permanent reminder of who he belongs to and what happens when his master was tested. 

Winter pulled the copper brand off Simon’s skin and marveled at his handiwork. It was beautiful. His skin was covered in blisters where the design had made contact, with red around the edges, working almost as an outline. It was a sight to behold. 

It was perfect.

Simon hung limply and cried.

The pain in his hip was so intense and there was nothing he could do to ease it. 

Then he fell. 

The chain holding him up had been dissolved and all he could do was lay there, crumpled on the ground. 

Winter scooped him up, careful to not touch the brand and mess up his hard work. 

“What would you do without me…” Winter mused softly before kissing the top of Simon’s head.

#I see a photo of Simon in chains #I imagine what would happen to get him there #Also turns out cold branding is a thing #it's apparently less painful than hot branding and they tend to use copper over iron #just a fun fact #nsft #winterking #the winter king #winter king x simon #simon x winter king #winterkov #simonpetrikov #simoncest #simon petrikov #one shot #blurb #teddy talks #theo's thoughts #idk if this is the first branding fic I've written #but here it is! #Cora I really hope you enjoy this my guy

[eric-the-bmo]

copper.

Theodore was well accustomed to the smell of copper.

It was one of his favorite materials to work with. There was a lot you can do with copper- the colors it can provide if patinaed or plunged into the water while still glowing from the torch’s heat were beautiful.

Copper adorns his fingers and wrists. Copper has been twined by his hands into the shape of a cat, a prized possession for the small sluagh he met two weeks ago. Copper chains hang around the necks of every member of the motley, encasing a shard of porcelain in a spiral cage.

In both his dreams and waking hours, he is much too accustomed to the smell of copper.

In his dreams it always shows up hand-in-hand with violence; the sweep of a sword decorating the grass with red as it puts an end to screams and pleading cries of changelings. In those dreams he does not cry; he does not feel sick over what he’s done. In those dreams- memories, truly- they are nothing more than insects, and he feels empty.

He cries over what he’s done when he wakes up; when he has time to be alone and no one is there to ask him what’s wrong. 

He doesn’t always have to be sleeping- The memories rushed to greet him in Egypt, triggered when the impact of a kinght’s flying hammer reduced a terrified man’s head to tiny shards of bone and grey matter and blood. The smell of copper fills the air.

He had frozen, catatonic, and since the end of that battle he’s been trying not to think about the new visions of slaughter he’d received. He busies his hands with other tasks, and his hands are adorned with copper, and he’s not too sure how he feels about it anymore. 

#I was thinking about how blood and copper smell the same and how theo has trauma and i got this #ttrpg oc #ttrpg character #theodore vibes #rainbow in the dark #wod oc #changeling the dreaming #oc story #my writing #eric finally speaks #copper

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Making out with them

Mattheo Riddle

His pupils are blown wide with lust, and the look that he's giving you is making you go crazy.

One of his hands are wrapped around your throat to keep you in place and the other digs into the flesh of your butt.

Between heavy kisses he whispers about how insane you make him, how he'd do anything for you.

Theodore Nott

You're pulled onto Theo's lap, his hands around your waist, and your fingers dug into his brown hair.

His mouth tastes of cigarettes and lime, and once he bites into your bottom lip, copper.

He gives you a small, cocky grin as you pull away with a pout on your lips.

Tom Riddle

You're sat sideways atop Tom's lap. You're both sitting on a couch, and a book lays besides you both that Tom was reading before you'd come in to keep him company.

One of Tom's arms are wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling and the other on the back of your neck.

His hand soon makes its way up your head and is enveloped in your hair as he forces you to tilt your head back for him so that he can press his lips against your throat.

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle imagine #harry potter x reader #mattheo riddle headcanons #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 11/05/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Word count [Public]: 96k [excl. code] | 116k words [incl. code]

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be shy or bold, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blonde hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blonde hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading. Please take care of yourself.

Links: DEMO | CoG forum | Q&A | RO's info | Tags | Patreon | Ko-Fi |

Thank you for your interest ♥

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #choicescript #dashingdon #choice of games #hosted games #sanguine sky #sanguine sky if #if: intro #if: wip #romance #supernatural #dark fantasy #modern fantasy #mystery #cyoa #if intro #if wip #ss about

[wolfalder]

Decided to showcase my pelts. I’ve already shown my softmount but I thought my pelts deserved some attention.

From left to right we have: Phyllis (arctic fox), Cedar (wolf), Theo (Montana Coyote), and Copper (red fox)

#wolf #therianthropy #canis lupus irremotus #therian #wolf therian #wolfkin #wolves #canine therian #canine #theriotype #belgian malinois #dogkin #caninekin #dog therian #pelts #taxidermy

[sereinegemini]

Two Dark Princes ₊⋆ ☾

— Chapter VII

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott

Word Count: 879

Summary: Two years after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord during the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts and most of the Wizarding World has returned to normal. But, F/n’s mundane life is flipped upside down after she learns that two of her best friends, Draco and Theo, are secretly in love with her. When this knowledge begins to affect her relationships, she is faced with difficult decisions, each one laced with promised heartache and the potential to awaken an unexpected darkness

Warnings: hostility, blood, a wee bit spooky

Hogwarts

Sunday, May 4, 1997

True darkness engulfed you. You could feel it shifting and swirling on some unknown wind. No light penetrated the empty space, but when you held out your hand you were able to see it. The black air slithered around your fingers like water. As far as you could tell nothing but you existed in this space.

“F/n?” a voice asked from all around you. It had a dreamlike element to it, almost like all at once it was there and not. And it was warm, reminding you of–

“Cedric?” you called back, frantically spinning and searching the void for any sign of another being. Your head was swimming. What was this place?

“I’ve missed you so much, my sunshine. You have no idea how lost I am without you.” Knuckles grazed your cheek gingerly, and you flinched at the phantom touch. No one was there.

“Ced, where…where are we? Where are you?” You couldn’t settle the rising panic in your voice.

“I’m right here, F/n.” Frustrated, hot breath washed over your face. You should have been able to see him. He was right there, dammit. But your vision remained blank, and if you hadn’t just seen your own hand you’d be positive your eyes were closed. He gripped your shoulders, nails biting into your skin enough for a whimper to escape you. “I’m tired of these games, F/n.”

“You’re hurting me. Ced, that hurts!” you cried. You moved to rip his arms away from you, but your hands met nothing but empty air.

He only clenched harder, roughly shaking you back and forth. “Why did you do it? Why did you throw away our love—our future—for them? They’re nothing. They’re filthy Slytherin snobs. We were going to have a future together, F/n. A family. Why did you ruin it? Why did you ruin it? Why did you–” Suddenly, an intense wind billowed past, gone as quick as it came. Cedric gone with it.

Left shaken and panting, you ran your fingertips along the pain burning in your shoulders. They came back wet. Confident you knew what the substance was, you licked it. Copper. Blood.

“Like what you taste?” a smug voice asked from behind you. Whirling around, you were met with exactly what you expected: nothing.

“Not particularly,” you whispered, your skin prickling alongside his presence as he circled you.

Stopping behind you, Theo roved his mouth over your ear. “That’s a shame, I’ve always sort of enjoyed it. It can be...comforting.” He pushed a finger against the small cuts, making you wince. You felt him lift it to his own mouth, a pleasured groan following. Then, his hand on your jaw, he forced your face towards him and brought his lips to yours. His tongue slithered between your teeth and spread the metallic taste into your mouth. Grimacing, you tripped over your feet as you broke away.

“What’s the matter, F/n? I thought that’s what drew you to us. The wickedness dwelling underneath. The Death Eaters our fathers raised us to be.”

“Isn’t that why you destroyed your perfect life for us? You know deep down a part of you is just like those little boys we’re trying desperately not to be,” Draco whispered against your hair, pulling your back against his chest.

Your chin was gripped with dreadful strength. “But you can only love one of us, L/n. So go on, who is it? Hm? It sure as hell isn’t that dumb Hufflepuff.” Theo’s dark chuckle made your veins run cold. “You destroyed that boy’s heart in the most admirable way. It would have been more merciful for you to rip it clean out and wear it on a chain around your neck.”

“Shut up.” You willed the tears in your eyes not to spill.

“Oh? Are you not proud of the way you wrecked poor Cedric Diggory? I hear he’s been awfully careless with his wand lately. Poor bloke is bound to blow himself up.”

“I said shut up!” you shrieked. 

The words continued to echo seconds after you sensed Draco disappear into thin air. You were left standing face to face with a red-eyed creature. It resembled a man and had its boney fingers pressed bruisingly into your jaw. He had replaced Theo, and in your sinking gut you knew exactly who this was despite never having seen him.

Lord Voldemort gave you a rotten-toothed grin. “I’ve been looking a long time for you, girl.”

Gasping awake, you laid completely still out of fear while you took in your surroundings. You were in the Astronomy Tower, rain from a storm pelting the floor mere feet from where you lay. Beside you, Theo was snoring softly, completely unaware of you or the nightmare previously tormenting you. Quills, parchments, and textbooks littered the floor where you’d spent most of the night studying. Final exams would begin next month and now was the time Professors encouraged students to start revisiting the material.

Lightning flashed across the moody sky, and the last thing on your mind was passing your finals. Because there was no doubt in your bones that nightmare wasn’t just some bad dream. Voldemort had been in your mind. And he wanted you for something.

« Chapter Six || Masterlist || Chapter Eight »

Be notified of future chapters!

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter story #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott fanfiction #theodore nott #theo x reader #draco x reader x theo

[greymantledlady]

goldenlight

by greymantledlady

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken  |  Teen Wolf  |  12.5K

(angst, hurt/comfort, panic attack, guilt & redemption, Theo POV)

-

The taste of copper fills his mouth, and he forces his head down to see his own clawed fingers red and dripping with blood. ‘No,’ he chokes out, ‘no, no, please,’ and his shoulder collides at an awkward angle with something solid and unyielding, his knees seeming to buckle under his own weight until he’s sliding downwards, burying his face into the dark space beneath the cross of his wrists.

-

(for @tropetember day 25 - angst with a happy ending. Late, but I got there in the end!)

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo/liam #teen wolf #thiam fanfic #my fic #so sorry it's been so long since i last posted! i hope people enjoy this! #tropetember

[offsidekineticist]

It Almost Feels Like a Good Day

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone, sorry I've been radio silent on here for awhile. Needed to take a bit of a step back from social media. No guarantees I'll be super active outside of breakup arc updates, but hopefully I'll be a little more consistent with it going forward. In the meantime, here's part FOURTEEN of the Breakup Arc (dear lord this is going to be a full-length novel by the time I'm done, isn't it? ugh).

CW: Mention of torture, food insecurity, recovering from/living with long-term effects of torture, internalized ableism (Theo has a lot of bullshit to unlearn), toxic relationship dynamics, sensory issues related to scent/taste, reference to vomit

There was no more sleep that night. Ever since Qweck left, much of South Kintargo (including the rickety apartment you're trying to call home) has been engulfed in corpse stench. Nobody knows what is causing the stench, though everyone seems to have a theory. Yours is that this is the natural consequence of leaving the management of citywide infrastructure in the hands of the Silver Ravens, a band of adventurers-turned-revolutionaries who think sewage systems are for sneaking about unnoticed and hiding unspeakable horrors best forgotten, but nobody has cared enough about what you think to ask you. In any case, the stench makes the already daunting task of sleeping through the pain in your hands downright impossible. Instead, you lie awake, staring at the wall and slowly watching light seep in through the cracks in the wood as the sunrises.

You drag yourself out of bed, and Giliys follows immediately. He didn't sleep either, though whether that's because of the stench or some other reason is an open question. He helps you dress with that infuriating patience you had never realized he was capable of, before surveying the empty shelf above the stove. He turns towards you.

"Up for a trip?" he asks. 

(He asks because you have had days when you couldn't drag yourself out of bed, but he doesn't have to rub it in your face)

You pick up your bag - a clumsy feat with your hands still splinted - and pull the strap over your shoulder with a glare. "I'm not an invalid."

He bows his head slightly. "Right. Sorry..." He trots over to the door and opens it. "Shall we?"

You hate that you need him to open the door for you, but you don't let it show. You just walk out the door, barely acknowledging him as you go. You hear the door close behind you, and Giliys's obnoxiously cheerful footsteps grate on you as he catches up.

"Same place as last time?" Giliys asks.

"That is acceptable," you say. 'The same place as last time' is a street by the docks in the north of Jarvis End, a neighborhood a little ways northwest of your apartment, where a fishmonger sells six oysters for a copper. It's far but that's the point. The stench makes it so anything you try to eat at home comes right back up - if you can even force yourself to eat it in the first place. Jarvis End has escaped the curse of the Stench, and raw oysters are cheap enough not to break the bank. The flavor is a bit stronger than you'd like, but without the Stench, you can eat it and keep it down. 

The trouble, of course, is the distance. It's only half a mile, but you were locked in a closet and only alloved out to walk twenty feet to a walk-in closet of pain for about a month. Your body has decided anything further than a hundred feet is an expedition. But the only way out

is to power through it - the one good part of Qweck refusing to accept that your hands can't be fixed is that it forced you up and down Temple Hill regularly, though you had to take an embarrassing number of breaks to catch your breath along the way.

"Hey, Thay? Think we could slowdown? I'm gettin' kinda winded," Giliys asks from behind you. You scowl because you know he's lying. You're not even halfway there, and Giliys never asks for anything for his own sake these days. It's infuriating. You want to tell him to shut up because it's just a little walking, but you're breathing so hard you can barely say anything.

"Fine," you manage to say after a moment, shooting a vicious glave his way. He bows his head in contrition.

"Sorry, I'm just gettin' old, I guess. Middle age just kinda sneaks up on ya, ya know?"

(He babbles when he lies. He's worse at it than the literal children you worked with at the library, and you don't understand how, with the life he's led, he can be this bad at lying.)

"Seeing as I bleached when most gnomes would consider me scarcely more than a child, I can't say that I do."

His face falls, and whatever cheer he had gained from his successful gambit is immediately lost. His shoulders dip as his head bows even further.

"Sorry. I, uh- I didn't think."

"No, you didn't," you snap.

"Sorry, Thay," he says, quietly this time. You turn towards the road ahead, and the distance that still lies between you and your destination. Giliys's feigned middle-aged moment has given you a moment to catch your breath, but it's time to push on. You'll never get better if you keep making excuses for yourself.

"Let's go."

It is only when you are half a block from the fishmonger that you stop again, huffing and puffing, but this pause of your own accord. You've been here enough over the last weeks that the fishmonger - Molly - has started to recognize you and make small-talk, and you don't want her asking why you can't breathe. Giliys says nothing, only offering you a waterskin, which you take, guzzling the contents greedily. You take a huge gulp of air once you're satisfied and pass the skin back to Giliys. Taking another moment to catch your breath, you straighten up and nod to yourself. You can do this. It's just small-talk with someone who's barely a stranger anymore. So you take a last deep breath and round the last corner towards Molly's spot.

Molly doesn't exactly have a stand. Every Morning, Molly wheels out the various shellfish - oysters, cockles, mussels, clams - which her grown children pulled out of the Yolulibus River the night before (you suspect her children are not properly licensed to dive for bivalves in the river, hence the reduced price). There's no awning to shade her or keep her dry when it rains, but every day, rain or shine, she is out there hawking her wares, smiling without complaint. 

Today is no different. As you approach, hands behind your back as if clasped to avoid questions about them, she stands in her light brown dress, an apron hanging from her neck to keep the dress tidy. She seems to perk up at the sight of you.

"Well, if it isn't Sers Theoven and Giliys!"

"Molly!" you return, the prescribed grin on your face, "how's business?"

"Same as it ever was, ser, same as it ever was. But I'm sure you're not here just to see little old me. What can I do ya for?'

"A dozen oysters," you answer.

"Oh, just your luck! Kiddies brought in a bit too much last night, so I'm running a buy one, get one free sale, just for today." You look at the cart dubiously - it doesn't seem any more full than it usually is. Molly seems to follow your gaze and read your dubiousness because she then adds "Wasn't even able to wheelit all out here, that's how much they caught! So if you'd take two dozen off my hands for the price of one, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Giliys hands her two coppers before you can inquire further. "Well, if ya really need us to, I guess we can make the sacrifice." 

Molly grins and scoops the oysters into a sack without actually counting them out. "Oh, I knew I could count on you boys!" She hands Giliys a sack of what you're fairly sure is more than two dozen oysters. "Now you'll want to eat them while they're still fresh. You got any left after dinner tonight, you cook em in a stew or toss em back in the river so the kids Can catchem again, got it?"

"Loud and clear, Alive-O!" Giliys says with a jaunty salute as he takes the sack and, almost giddy with excitement, pats your shoulder. "C'mon, Thay, let's eat!"

You give Molly one last suspicious glance before giving her a courteous nod and "Have a nice day" and following Giliys.

"You know she was lying about the extra catch?"you hiss to Giliys as soon as you're out of earshot.

"No, Thay, I don't fucking know it, and even if I did, I can't fucking live on six oysters a day, so let me actually eat a full fucking meal for once," Giliys snaps. A look of regret and something else crosses his face. "Fucking shit - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I just - I'm so sorry - "

"You've been going hungry," you clarify, the guilt sinking into your stomach. Of course he's been going hungry - halflings have a surprising appetite given their size, and Giliys is enormous by halfling standards. "Why didn't you say something?"

Giliys shrugs."Not like there was anything we could do about it."

"I could have gone with less!"

"Fuck no! You're underweight and healing. I'm not stealing food outta your mouth."

"You're not stealing anything if I'm offering!"

"Use whatever fancy wordplay you want, I'm not lettin' ya go hungry on my account"

"But you'll damn souls to hell on your account." The words are out before you can stop them. You're right, of course, but being right and being relevant or useful are two different things.

Giliys's face falls. He looks away. "Could we argue about this another time? We have enough food today-more than enough. We can fight over who goes hungry another time. Just - let's sit down and eat and enjoy shit for once?"

"Of course, Giliys, silly me, how could I possibly waste my time and energy on worrying that you've been starving yourself, when I could instead be looking forward to the tantalizing prospect of needing to be spoonfed again?"

He squeezes his eyes shut. "Okay. Fine. Can we wait until we've both had something to eat? Because I don't think that's helping either of our moods."

He's right. You don't like that he's right, but he's right. You've also arrived at your usual spot: a wooden bench overlooking the waterfront. "Fine," you say as you climb up on to the bench. Giliys follows after you before producing an ornate dagger from an indeterminate pocket and using it to shuck the oysters.

(You don't know where he got the dagger. If he had it before your arrived in Kintargo, he never showed it to you. You suspect you don't want to know.)

Giliys tries to offer you the first oyster, reaching towards you so you can slurp it from the half-shell. You turn your head away. "You take the first one," you insist. You can almost hear him scowl as he mutters to himself, but you also hear the sound of slurping as he eats the oyster.

"You're eating the next one," Giliys says, his mouth still full by the sound of it, and you hear the sound of his dagger working at an oyster shell. You nod - he said it with that tone that tells you he's going to fight you if you push back, and you see little point now that the point has been made.

The two of you eat mostly in silence, watching the ships go by on the river and enjoying the warm weather and sunlight. It is...pleasant. Even him having to feed you isn't so bad. In other circumstances...It might even be a pleasant -

No. You can't think like that. There can be nothing there.

Still. It's nice.

You eat your fill first. You eat the same as usual, and Giliys keeps going while you resolve that in the future he'll eat more than he's been eating. You should have realized sooner. Giliys is so much bigger than you - of course he needs more food than you do.

Eventually Giliys, pockets stuffed with oyster shells, ties off the bag of remaining oysters and approaches the riverbank. He turns back to you, a mischievous look in his eye you haven't seen in so long you don't actually know when you last saw it. "You ever skip rocks?" he asks.

"I grew up next to a river. Of course I've skipped rocks." You slightly regret the sharp reply, but if Giliys took notice of the harshness he makes no sign, instead barrelling forward, high on the energy of his first full meal in weeks.

"What's yer record?"

"Seventeen skips." You almost smile at the memory. You and your brother used to skip rocks on the Brastle river for hours. Or, rather, you would skip rocks while your brother stubbornly kept throwing rocks into the river. Lad was all raw strength and could barely manage a single skip, no matter how many times he made you explain how to do it.

Giliys grins, hefting an oyster shell in his hand. "Betcha I can beat that." He turns around and tosses the shell.

It plops into the water with a splash. You raise an eyebrow. He looks at you, slightly embarrassed. "That was a warmup. Yep, yep, a warmup. Here, eighteen skips, coming right up!" He whirls around and throws the oystershell overhand.

It disappears into the river with a slightly bigger splash.

And so begins the cycle: Gilly insists he's going to beat your record, tosses the oyster shell into the river, watches it sink without even a hint of a skip, and then he makes some excuse for why it's not his fault. After the fourth or fifth time, you hop off the bench, putting the sack of remaining oysters in your bag.

"Your technique is all wrong. Here." You walk up behind him and putyour hand on his. He draws in a sharp breath, and you pull back - you've startled him. "Sorry, I should have asked - I was going to show you how, but - "

"Uh, nah, you're good," Giliys says hurriedly. "That's, uh - yeah, you're good. What were you gonna show me?"

You close the distance and put your left hand on his. "You keep throwing over your head like this-" You guide his arm upwards, standing on your toes to reach, "which means all the momentum is going straight into the Water. You want it to just skim the top of the water, so you want to throw more sideways and then add a little wrist flick -" again, you direct his arm in the proper motion " - like that."

The shell flies. It skims across the surface of the water, skipping once, twice, thrice - before it slices through the surface into the depths of the river. 

"There you go!" you say, patting Gilly's shoulder in congratulations (ignoring the pain in your hand) as you step back from him. "It's not too bad once you know how to do it, right?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Gilly stammers. You look up to find that his face is flushed.

"Are you alright?" you ask, concerned. He's just had a better meal than he's had in some time - is it possible it was too much? Is he sick?

"Yeah, sorry, I just - uh - well, I guess I was surprised cuz, uh...well, y'know, I've never actually skipped rocks before. Kinda didn't really believe people actually did it? Kinda just figured it was some bullshit parents told their kids to keep them out of their hair until they wised up."

He's still flushed, but he seems to be back to himself now. Maybe it was just a trick of the light? You decide to let it go. "If you didn't think it was actually possible, why did you say you could beat the record you didn't believe I set?"

Gilly shrugs. "I mean, ok, I knew it was a thing people did. Just didn't really get it, right? Like when you know something but don't know it, you know?"

You do know - though you probably wouldn't phrase it that way. Nevertheless, you nod. Giliys nods back, as if reassuring himself. "Yeah, so. Uh. I'm kinda done with skipping rocks - uh, shells, I mean. Yeah. So. Ready to go?"

You're not. You're feeling more energetic now that you've eaten, but the prospect of walking all the way home still feels daunting. And the river is calming. Yes, there's the bustle and noise of the docks and the streets, but underlying all of it is the rushing water that doesn't care about any of it, traveling its destined path unbothered by those that seek to profit from it.

"Could we...perhaps...I'd like to stay for a bit, if that's alright," you say tentatively, backing up and then hopping up onto the bench. Gilly is unreadable for a moment, and then he nods before joining you on the bench.

It's nice to have this time together. You shouldn't think so, but it is. It almost feels like a good day, and you have so few of those -

You'll hate yourself for it later, but for now. It's nice.

#part 14 #pwotr pals #oc: theoven derenge #oc: giliys #the (completely platonic!) breakup arc

[sopheronipepperoni]

Clichés and the Sun Hat Savior

Summary: Theo finally meets Starlet Town's new farmer. Properly this time, all thanks to some wind and a sun hat.

A/N: SO weird to think that this is the first original thing writing since grad school started (and is almost over!!!). I'm just getting into Coral Island, but what can I say: cozy farming games set in the tropics with romance potentials are my JAM, okay, especially in stressful seasons. Also, Theo is great and needs more love. Be the change you want to see in the world, people.

The sun beat down from above. Even though it was still spring, the rays reflecting up from the cool blue water were surprisingly merciless. Today’s temperature was a sign that summer was right around the corner. It was looking like he would get a pretty solid head start on this year’s tan.

Theo twisted around to rest his fishing pole in the boat bobbing next to him, and grabbed a bottle of water from the small cooler he kept stashed in the bow. Taking a deep swig, he wiped his other hand cold with condensation across the back of his neck. A flash of color drew his attention to his right. Shading his eyes, he saw someone wading out across the shallow channel to the heart-shaped sandbar.

Creamy skin that would surely burn with too much sun exposure, long legs, arms toned from hard work…ah. That would be Essy Lyrien, the new farmer. He’d caught glimpses of her here and there since she came to town earlier in the month, between running back and forth from Sam’s or the beach. But he’d never seen her like this. He’d never even formally met her.

A peachy tie-front bikini top and matching bottoms hugged her curves in ways her farm clothes certainly did not. She wore a large floppy and carried a small blue pail in one hand, the other shading her eyes as she gazed towards the horizon. A large part of him sincerely hoped she had put on buckets of sunscreen before coming out here; a smaller but surprisingly forefront part of him had become incapable of coherent thought upon seeing her in a bikini. He felt his neck heat, and tore his gaze away from Essy.

What would his dad and sister say about his lapse and momentary ogling of Starlet Town’s new farmer?

Giving himself a shake, Theo put his water back in the boat. Maybe a quick dip would help him focus again? He’d certainly need it if he hoped to get a decent haul; the fish were in a fighting mood today. Before he could think too much more, he dove into the turquoise waters.

The reprieve was immediate. He had always loved everything about the ocean: the soothing embrace of the water, the gentle rocking of the waves, the way sounds were dampened under the waves. A part of him always felt like he was coming home whenever he was out on or in the surf.

He broke surface with a few strong strokes of his arms, taking in a measured breath and slicking his hair out of his eyes. He studiously kept his eyes on his boat as he kicked his way back to his fishing spot. No sooner had he retrieved his fishing pole, his body dripping water, than a gust of wind raked over him.

“Are you serious!?”

Theo looked up just in time to see Essy’s sun hat get whisked off of her head, copper locks blowing wildly around her face as she struggled to locate her wayward hat. The wind oh-so-nicely deposited it not too far from him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. Talk about a meet-cute, huh?

Essy sloshed her way over to him through the shallows out past the sandbar. She made decent time with those strong legs of hers, but he was still closer. Her hat was dripping when he scooped it up from where it floated benignly on the water. He tried shaking it out, with mixed success.

“Oh gosh, I am so sorry about that!” Essy had reached him, finally; dimly he wondered why she could possibly be apologizing for the wind, but his thoughts were effectively derailed when he looked up and looked at her. Properly, from up close, this time.

Her copper curls were snarled around her face from the gust, a few strands of gold and red dancing across her cheeks. She had wide eyes somewhere between celadon and the small aquamarine sea-glass he sometimes found washed up along the shore. Up close he could even see a smattering of freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. He didn’t miss the way her eyes jumped from her hat in his hand, to his face, to…well, the rest of him, before jumping away again. Was it the sun playing tricks on his eyes, or was she actually blushing?

He could still feel rivulets of water running down his torso. He was dripping; what a cliche.

He felt himself color slightly; he also couldn’t help the feeling of smug pride that welled up inside him. He straightened and very minimally puffed out his chest. “No worries. The wind likes to play tricks out here.” He made to hand her hat back to her. “You must be Essy?”

“Yeah, I am—" She stepped forward to take it, but lost her footing on the rocks at the last second. Without thinking he reached out to steady her, one hand lightly on her waist and the other grasping her forearm. He registered contact with warm skin. Warm and soft…

“I gotcha. The reef’s tricky, too. Gotta watch your step. You okay?” If he let his hands linger a beat longer than was strictly necessary, well, what was wrong with making absolutely sure she was steady on her feet again?

“You know, I’m just going to own that this was not the most graceful way to actually introduce myself.” She gathered her hair to one side of her neck with a laugh. “You must be Theo? Fisherman extraordinaire, up-and-coming singer-songwriter, and savior of sun hats?”

It was cute how she didn’t take herself too seriously. His lips curved into a lopsided grin. “At your service.”

“Well, truly, I’m charmed.” She colored again, before plopping the still-wet hat back onto her head. “Thanks to you, I won’t have a terribly burned scalp. Have any favorite spring fruits or veggies? I could try and get some seeds to grow you something as a ‘thank you.’”

He shook his hands in front of him. “Like I said, no worries. What kind of sun hat savior would I be if I let you suffer from a peeling scalp because I couldn’t catch your hat?” What was he even saying? Essy let out a peal of laughter, and part of him felt like it unlocked. So weird. Who was he?

“Anyway, thanks. Really. I’ll let you get back to your fish wrangling—that’s what it looked like back from the beach, at least—" she broke off, her cheeks somehow managing to darken even more. Her words settled like a slowly sinking pebble in his mind. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.” Before he could gather any more thoughts than that, Essy shot him a warm yet bashful smile and turned to pick her way carefully back to the sandbar and surer footing. He refused to let his eyes linger as she walked away from him. The palms of his hands felt faintly burned, but he knew it wasn’t from the sunlight reflecting off of the waves. He took up his pole again, and readied himself to return to wrangling, like Essy had called it.

He wondered if she’d watch him again.

As he cast the line in front of him, the gentle whirring as the reel spun out reaching his ear, he also caught a distant, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sure enough, he glanced back at the sandbar where Essy was fishing her pail and small sand shovel from the greedy tide currently sucking her tools out to sea. One hand was firmly clapped on her hat.

Theo couldn’t help letting out a wide smile as he felt a fish bite. What a meet-cute indeed. Maybe he’d write a song about it later.

#coral island #theo #coral island theo #meet cute

[ashintheairlikesnow]

For the five sentence fics, could I get Jake comforting an overstimulated early Chris, please 🥺 -theo-

"Hey, little man, what's up?"

Jake's not entirely surprised to find Chris in his room - it happens all the time, Chris doesn't seem to really grasp the concept of personal space. Which, none of them really do at first. None of them have ever been given any, or been allowed to understand it.

What is surprising is that he finds the little rescue completely covered by blankets, with only his face and giant green eyes showing through, shadowed into darkness.

Jake sets his backpack down, grunting at the sheer weight of the fucking thing, and moves across the room.

Chris's voice filters out from his hiding spot. "The, the laundry was... loud."

"Yeah? You don't like it?"

"Dryer... squeaks. Don't, don't like it. And, and, and and and... And Nat used the, um, the vacuum, and and and I don't like it, and then the, the dishwasher and the sun is so so so bright and-"

"Lotta noise all at once?"

The pile of blankets rustles as Chris nods. "Too much."

"I can understand that." Jake pulls his heavy curtains shut, plunging the whole room into the same darkness Chris had found under the blankets. "No more sun. And I think she isn't cleaning anymore, ahe's next door talking to Miss Ruth."

Chris slowly emerges from his blanket cave, his hair a mess of copper going every which way, and he nods, swaying from side to side to his own internal rhythm.

"There we go. You hungry?"

"Um. I, I, I don't know."

"Well, I'm starving."

"Don't go downstairs, um, yet. Please stay with with with me... for a, a second, please?"

Jake holds back his internal sigh and takes a seat, ignoring his growling stomach as he settles into his bed. After a pause, Chris leans over until his head is on Jake's shoulder.

"Better?" Jake asks, keeping his voice a low rumble. Not too loud, just loud enough.

Chris nods against him, eyes closed. "Better. Dark and and and... and quiet."

"If it helps... I hate the way vacuums sound too."

#jake the shelter guy #chris the strawberry blond romantic #bbu #box boy universe #comf #fluff

[myriadxofxmuses]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 — BOLD / ITALICIZE what applies

Johanna Mason

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries.

𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint.

tagged by: @conscriptur (tysm)

tagging: @lostxones (Molly), @lunarruled, @waveofstars (Chey), @scinglives (Sarah), @fangsandmagic, @uncxntrxllable (Bailey, Lakota, or Charlie), @summerxmelodies, @heartxshaped-bruises (Zelda & Rachel), @huntrcssqueen (Theo), @blindspct (Miley)

#conscriptur #lostxones #lunarruled #waveofstars #scinglives #fangsandmagic #uncxntrxllable #summerxmelodies #heartxshaped-bruises #huntrcssqueen #blindspct #[silent war axe: johanna] #[perceptible things: aesthetics]

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Blue As The Ocean - Shirley Crain/Tamerlane Usher

A/N: Part 2 of Day 7 of @fluffbruary

Tamerlane Usher had never really meant to meet Shirley Crain, but as the two talk she finds that she likes the other woman. Shirley is bright, warm and friendly, her natural honesty charming Tamerlane into relaxing. Both women have been through a lot, losing siblings, losing parents, losing faith in themselves… but Tamerlane adores Shirley and Shirley, she thinks, seems to like her back. It's only later, after Theo meets and romances Victorine, that things get real. Shirley smiles as she drinks in the sight of Tamerlane in blue, the woman is beautiful, thin and a little fragile but strong in all the right ways. Pale skin, copper hair and soft dark brown eyes, all the things Shirley used to love, before she began doubting herself. “You look… amazing.” Shirley’s voice is soft, even as she steps closer, tucking a curl of hair from Tamerlane’s eyes. “Ready to make this official?” “Born ready.” Tamerlane murmurs. “I deserve something good, let’s do this.”

#tamerlane usher #shirley crain #shirley/tamerlane #tamerlane/shirley #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary2024

[ironically-no-name]

Soft and Short Feminine and Neutral Names

Feminine:

Aria

Bella

Belle

Cali/Callie

Emerie

Emma

Evie

Kayla

Kylie

Lacey/Lacy

Layla/Leila

Maya

Myra

Neutral:

Acer

Arlo

Atlas

Avery

Booker

Brio

Colby

Cooper

Copper

Eli

Ember

Jaden/Jaiden/Jayden

Jayce

Lain/Lane/Layne

Max

Nova

Remi

Robin

Rowan

Theo

Zephyr

#fem names #feminine names #neutral names #neu names #trans names #name lists #character names #oc names #name list

[ksbbb]

Your words: touch. Money. Good.

The golden glow of Liam’s irises are a breathtaking sight, laced with copper, and a fiery spark of excitement. They’re enough to render Theo speechless.

#teen wolf #thiam #thiam fanfic #teen wolf thiam #theo raeken #liam Dunbar #answered #vampire Theo

[theodoradevlin]

Meet Theo

I know nobody cares that much BUT shamelessly introducing my MC cause all I seem to do is drop her name with no context, but I'm getting attached to her, so here's some background + indulgent doodles in case anyone is curious:

NAME: THEODORA DEVLIN NICK NAMES: THEO (Preferred), THEE (If you're feeling affectionate)

Birthday: February 25th

Patronus: Falcon

House: Hufflepuff

Wand Type: Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring - 10 Inches.

Quidditch Position: Chaser

Familiar: Owl, Hewin.

Physical Traits: Gray Eyes, with wavy/unruly auburn hair that sometimes looks like the deep dark brownish reds of fall - or at times brighter shades of copper depending on the light. Fuller upper lip, usually smirking or with brows pulled into concentration. Also big time blusher - which Seb loves to tease her about.

Personality Traits: Theo has a built sense of pragmatism that developed in her childhood due to hard choices she had to make, and fears she had to overcome. While typically strategic about approaching a situation, she is still mostly willing to try anything once just to do it.

Fiercely loyal, and slightly reckless, she will often be filling up time trying to help others that, before she realizes it, her nights usually blend into the early morning hours. Once she has time for hobbies at the end of they day - it usually involves solving a good puzzle, or reading about ancient tales while curled up with Highwing.

Despite having all the selflessness and hope of a Hufflepuff, Theo finds herself conflicted and slightly attracted to the darker parts of herself ....while also always trying to constantly do more for others to hide that part of her. Because of the truth of her darker self, she finds a strong friendship with Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow who seem to be able to relate to her trauma.

While she is influenced by the cunning and wit of her Slytherin friends, the boys tend to become more self deprecating, which will wind up with Theo using her emotional support Hufflepuff tendencies to bring them back up, and remind them to hope. She can't stand those who are unjust to others, and also has a great fear of loosing those she becomes close to again - so she will protect just them fiercely, which will lead her into a little bit of a frenzy. A trait that is apparent and contributed to her impressive duelling reputation as school champion - a title Sebastian warns her he is coming back for soon.

While she spends her emotional capacity mostly on others, she has been ignoring a few internal battles of her own that she stubbornly refuses to acknowledge.

Backstory:

Theo was born to David and Evelyn Devlin, both muggles.

As a child, she was happy and trusting - always running barefoot, rescuing rabbits, or constantly asking questions to all those she came across

Her mother was a librarian, while her father was an archeologist, which was partly why she was instilled with so much curiosity even at a young age.

Because of their professions, neither Mr. or Mrs. Devlin believed much in the propriety of the age, constantly letting Theo run in the woods or traveling together while her father was on site digs.

During one excavation in particular, her parents come across Miriam and Fig. Two seemingly ordinary historians that approached her father about the history of the area, and if they had stumbled across any artifacts made of ancient metal.

As it turns out, they had. After stumbling upon an odd looking relic, the camp is attacked in the night. Theo is woken by fire, and shouting. She rushes to find her parents tent, only to find that they have been murdered, and the relic gone.

Theo responds in panic, ancient magic surging through her for the first time. The attackers are all immediately killed, and Theo is left alone and shaking, not having known she was magic - much less capable of murdering everyone in a two mile radius from her.

Fig and Miriam rush back, hearing the commotion and find her there, clutching to her parents bodies, covered in blood. From that day forth, Theo finds herself plagued by nightmares of blood - unable to handle looking at even a cut on her skin.

They do all they can for her, take her in and explain everything.

They explain to her about the ancient magic, the wizarding world - everything. But it's too late for her to be in awe of it because she blames herself for drawing these people to her parents, and for their deaths. And Fig himself will blame himself for the loss of her parents for many, many years.

Over the next few years as she lives with her aunt, Fig decides to keep in contact with her, keeping the hope of magic alive and visiting her often, and she slowly decides to become more curious about the good possibilities of magic, and the world it exists in.

As he teaches her the wonder of it all, she comes to see him as a father figure, and also eventually is able to find the hope and curiosity at the possibility in such a world - where perhaps she can harness her powers for good, instead of destruction. If there's anyway she can redeem herself, and use it to constantly do good and help others - maybe she can eventually forgive herself.

After years of pressing from Fig, and though she has missed years of schoolwork, she eventually agrees to go with him to Hogwarts, where the journey begins in her fifth year.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #original character #theo devlin