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OMG. Hiiii. I love Tom Riddle and Theodore Nott. So I am totally going to ask you if you are comfortable to write either Professor Tom or a Professor Theo x fem reader fic with smut. Feel free to ignore this but I really struggle to find Professor Tom fics and Idk how to write them 😅

Professor Tom Riddle x f!reader

Warnings: strong language, toxic behaviour, manipulation, SMUT reader is a student in the beginning (still over 18!), reader becomes a little bit unhinged towards the middle (who wouldn't after meeting TR?) 18+MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author's Note: Wow, this took me ages to post! I was having a break from this blog due to my exams, but I promise I will be more active from now on. Also, this is actually my first smut! (Idk how to write them either, so I do hope you like it.) I tried to build some plot into it, so it is not just filthy p*rn, haha. Thank you so much for your request! <3

There are moments that change your life. Moments when you realise you will never be the same and your whole existence is divided into two parts - before this, and after this.

For you, this moment was meeting Tom Riddle.

The memories of that rainy day when your gazes crossed for the first time continue to haunt your thoughts almost every second of your existence. And no matter how hard you try to forget, they become more and more vivid. Sometimes you wonder if you are actually reliving it or if it is just a fruit of your imagination.

The rain was so cold that day, that your whole body was shivering under your soaking clothes. You were running across the courtyard, trying to get inside as soon as possible. Both of your hands were clutching your bag on top of your head, trying to prevent the water from getting into your eyes. You were almost at the door when your body collided with someone, and you lost your balance falling into a muddy puddle.

You looked up, ready to give a piece of your mind to whoever made you end up like this, but your words got stuck in your throat the moment your gaze crossed his.

Eyes as dark as the night. Skin as pale as the moonlight. Hair falling in elegant curls on top of the most beautiful face you have ever seen. He silently offered you his hand, before he took off his jacket and wrap it around your trembling figure.

"Are you alright?", he asked. His voice was smooth like honey, yet deep. You couldn't do anything else other than slowly nod before your cheeks turned a light shade of red. He offered you a small smirk, before guiding you inside the castle. No words were exchanged between you after that.

Looking back, you are sure that this was the moment that changed your life.

You didn't know who he was at first. He looked so young, that it was natural to assume he was your age. You have not seen him before, so he must be a transfer student, just like you were a year ago. "He did not wear a robe, so he must not been sorted yet", you said to your friends later that day and they just shook their heads. No one has heard of any transferring students this year, yet here you were claiming you have seen in the flesh the man of your dreams.

And you were almost convinced you were dreaming a few days later when you found yourself sitting in the back of the class, while he was neatly writing his name on the black board.

Professor Riddle.

"As your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I would like to establish a few ground rules right now", his voice was calm but dominant, "Always come prepared. I do not tolerate lazy students. No talking during class. No questions during lessons. If there is anything you do not understand, you can either conduct your own research in the library or visit one of my additional sessions every third Friday of the month."

Unlike you, the majority of the students have already heard of Tom and some even knew him personally, as he graduated just a few years ago. They carefully listened to all his rules, noting everything they should do to stay on his good side. No matter the house, the respect and fear felt towards Tom was felt by all students. You would lie if you said that this did not include you.

Yet in two weeks time during his first Friday session, you found yourself leaning over your notebook, while Tom was calmly explaining the lesson material to you. You were nodding your head, not paying even a little bit of attention to what he was saying. All you could focus on was the sound of his voice and the tingles that covered your whole body every time he lifted his eyes to your face, checking if were actually following.

"I am curious, miss, for the real purpose of your visit today", he said once you started packing your bag. You immediately froze in place, cold sweat forming on the back of your neck. Your trembling hands closed your bag before you turned to him with a tight-lipped smile.

"I am not sure I understand what you mean, professor."

He offered you a small smile, before grabbing his coat and briefcase and making his way towards you. Stopping just a step away from you, he lifted his hands toward your neck, making you gulp. You stood still, expecting him to wrap his hand around your throat, while his eyes burned into yours. His long fingers inched closer and closer to your skin, before wrapping around your tie and adjusting it so it could be centred.

"I am a patient and understanding man, miss", he said, his hand resting on the piece of cloth for a few more seconds, before moving away, "But I am no fool."

And you knew his words to be true. Because if there was a fool here, that was you. You knew it was wrong to pursue the foolish feelings that started to blossom in your chest. Despite the age difference being only a few years, falling for a professor was never a good idea. But how could you stop yourself when every time his eyes laid upon you there was a feeling of longing behind them? The small touches on your arms, every time he tried to explain to you the parts of the textbook you claimed "not to understand", the way his lips curved in a small smirk every time you volunteered to help during demonstrations in class, the way his gaze darkened that time he saw your friend's arms wrapped around your shoulders during dinner...

He may have thought he was subtle, but you knew there was some part of him that desired you as much as you did.

"What do you think of me, professor?", you asked one day, while sitting on the desk, arranging papers. As you were the only student who showed any interest in DADA sessions outside the scheduled classes, Tom moved the Friday meetings to his private office. They also started to happen every week, rather than once per month. And often, you were helping him with work, rather the other way around. "Why?", his gaze lifted from the papers he was grading, eyebrows furrowing in suspicion. He laid his pen down, crossing his arms in front of his chest and resting his body back on his chair. You sat next to him on a smaller wooden chair, but your hands did not stop arranging the graded exams, and neither did your focus move from them.

"I am...", you took a deep breath, thinking how to phrase your explanation, "Curious, I guess."

Tom watched you with interest, noting the way that your voice trembled in the beginning. Looking up at your face, his eyes trailed every single one of your features, before stopping at your lips.

"You are a good student", he finally said, his tone flat. Your shoulders immediately slumped and you let out a quiet "Oh.", your fingers now pressing the tower of papers on its sides to make sure it is stable. The silence between you grew longer as you tried your best to hide the disappointment you felt from his answer. Tom, on the other hand, was still staring at your face, trying to read your emotions based on your pursed lips and furrowed brows.

"All finished. I think it is better if I go", you finally said, unable to sit in his presence anymore. You stood up, ready to grab your bag from the floor, when cold fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist halting you in place. Tom stood up from his chair, moving behind you. Laying his free hand on the side of your waist, he leaned towards you, nose just a few inches from your hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, and let out a low groan.

"What I really think...", he murmured, the fingers on your waist digging into your flesh, "is not something I shall voice out loud. The thoughts that flood my mind every time I see you are too..."

Your breath hitched.

"Too?"

"Sinful", you felt his breath on the back of your ear and your body involuntarily shivered. Before you could think of an answer, his hands left your body and he took a step back. You turned around, eager to close the distance again, but were stopped by him grabbing your shoulder and gently pushing you away.

"Do not", he warned, "do not make this harder for both of us."

"But I-"

"I think it is best if you leave."

You gulped. And the first time your eyes did not cast down in shame - instead you held his gaze, your expression hardening.

"You cannot do this to me", your voice trembled, "Toying with my feelings , then pushing me away."

He raised his brow and his hand fell from your shoulder. You stood in place, not making any attempts to get closer.

"I did not do such thing", his voice sounded low and dark, his eyes suddenly turning colder, "In fact, I am telling you now... Whatever hope you hold in your heart about anything happening between us, you should kill it now."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said", he interrupted you impatiently, "And I mean it. But whatever affection I have towards you does not change the fact you are my student."

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of your skirt and you clenched your jaw, moving your gaze towards the door. The rational part of your brain was telling you to just grab your bag and dash through the door. The other part, the one led by your heart, was screaming at you to stay and confront him. It did not take you long to decide which one to listen to.

"Why does it matter?", you snapped, "I am an adult already. And you are only a few years older. It is not illegal or anything!"

Tom let out an annoyed sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, before running his fingers through his dark curls. He turned around and walked around the desk, before slamming his hands on the hard surface.

"Merlin, you just do not understand!", his voice was full with irritation, "I can not lose my job. I can not lose everything I have worked for!"

"We can hide it", you protested, gluing yourself to his side and gripping his bicep, "Only for a few months! Only till I graduate!"

The man tore your hands away from his arm, cupping them in his palms instead. He tilted his head, searching your eyes, which were now starting to form tears of stress and frustration.

His face suddenly relaxed. The air between you felt lighter and a new spark of hope started to burn inside of you. His finger made its way to your cheek and wiped one of the tears that started to trail down your skin.

"Is it not curious, how weak love makes a man?", his finger trailed down to your jaw, before cupping it, "And no spell in this world is strong enough to save a man that has already fallen."

Your head instinctively leaned towards his hand and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of warmth of his skin on yours. If you could only freeze time, you would stay in this moment forever.

"I don't want to be saved", you murmured and despite not being able to see him, you could feel the small smile that grazed his lips once you said it. You freed your hands from his and wrapped them around his torso, burying your head in his chest. It took a few seconds for him to embrace your body, resting his chin on the top of your head.

And if you could only see the satisfied smirk and cold gaze on Tom's face, you would have known how true his words are. There is no spell in this world that could save you not that you have already fallen...

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You can't say exactly when the dream had turned into a nightmare.

Private sessions became everyday afternoon meetings, where you talked about different random topics. Tom never opened up about his past, even his Hogwarts years. On the other hand, he was a good listener and without you realising it, he managed to unravel your whole family history just within a week.

His silent nature did not bother you, however. You finally had someone who listened to you. You slowly started to detach from your friends, excusing your unnatural behaviour on all the extra academic work you were taking. They were worried, but every time they tried to voice their concerns, you rolled your eyes, before running to Tom to tell him about their words. "They are just jealous of you, my dear, " he would always chuckle, gently stroking your cheek, "because you found what they would keep searching for a long, long time."

Soon, he was the only person you really trusted. And he claimed he felt the same.

This is why he couldn't ask anyone else to sneak into the Headmaster's office and get the little leather diary in one of his desk drawers. This is also why you had to find a way to get the books he was interested in from the restricted section without getting caught. This is also why you had to lure the naive fifth-year Hufflepuff into the Chamber of Secrets and leave her there.

There was simply no one else whom he trusted to do these tasks. And you gladly completed each of his requests without question, doing everything in your power to keep him happy.

But soon this was not enough. And once you graduated all the promises he made to you broke into thousand little pieces, which were discarded into thin air.

"I don't need you anymore", his cold voice said, his eyes glued to the papers in front of him, "You can leave. Make sure you close the door."

Without sparing you even a glance, he grabbed the pile of papers and left for class, leaving you to gather your thoughts and pieces of your heart by yourself.

What did you do wrong? Why did he change so suddenly? Was it all a lie?

These questions continued to poison your mind for the next few years, while you tried to rebuild yourself. You did not realise how dependent you were on him, till you were left on your own. The weight of all the unsaid feelings within you was forcing you onto your knees, making you unable to get up and continue with your life.

And this is how two years after your graduation you found your way back to Hogwarts. The place where it all began...

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The wooden clock on the wall was ticking dangerously close to midnight when Tom finally got to his office. The teacher's gathering has been prolonged unnecessarily due to Dumbledore's ramblings and him finding problems where there are none. The amount of control the young professor has exercised to endure this long meeting has left him completely drained of energy, but he knew he still had to do some research about the Founders' Relics. After so many years he was finally getting close to achieving his goal and he was ready to sacrifice as many nights of sleep as necessary.

He knew something was not right the moment he opened the door. The lights were still off and everything seemed to be in the exact place he left it... but there was just the faintest sound of someone breathing which made him immediately reach for his wand.

"Ah, look who finally came", your giggle reached his ears before he saw you turning on his chair, fingers moving towards the small lamp on his desk, "Terribly rude of you to make me wait this long."

Tom's lips pressed into a thin line and his grip around his wand tightened. He traced his eyes over the visible parts of your body, noting the little changes that had occurred since he last saw you.

Your hair, which was usually neatly combed and put in a bun, was now in a messy braid, the front pieces framing your face. Your lips, which usually curved in a shy smile, were now forming an arrogant, almost sinister smirk. Your eyes, which have always looked up to him full of admiration, were now staring down at him with a glint of insanity.

"Get out", he commanded, striding towards you with his wand pointed towards your head.

Your raised your eyebrows and your mouth shaped an "o" in a mock horror, before you reached for your own wand, pointing it back at him.

"Now that is not a way to welcome your ex-lover, is it?", your eyes squint.

Tom scoffed at your words, stopping at the edge of his desk, before his expression hardened.

"You were never my lover", he stated, his head tilting to the side, "And I thought I was extremely clear when I said last time I saw you that you are not welcome here."

You hummed, eyes moving to the ceiling. Still holding your wand towards him, you relaxed further into his chair, lifting your legs onto his desk. With a curious gaze, you followed the stone patterns of the walls around the room, while scrunching your face in disgust.

"3 years, Tom", you finally said, landing your attention back on him, "3 years you have been here and your office is as bland as it was when you first came here. It brings my mood down, you know? It's so grey!"

"You can leave then", Tom hissed through his teeth, making a few more steps till he stayed right in front of you. The tip of his wand rested under your chin and he pulled it upwards, making you look up, "I am giving you exactly a minute to leave, before I take your life."

A loud giggle left your lips and you pressed your neck further into his wand.

"How generous!"

"45 seconds."

You gently put your own wand back into your pocket, not moving your eyes from his. Tilting your head, your mouth formed a wide smile.

"Okay."

His brows shot in confusion, his jaw clenching. You could see his on the wand became tighter, his knuckles almost white.

"Okay?"

"Do it", you shrug your shoulders, "My ghost will be eager to see how are you going to explain why your new assistant went missing after coming to your office to drop a list of all the students that are going to be in your... our class this year."

Before you know it, his free hand flew to your face and gripped your face. His fingers dig into your jaw, lifting it dangerously close to his face.

"My assistant?", he let out a dry chuckle, "Good try, dear. And a terrible way to waste that minute I gave you."

With lips already starting to form the words of the deadliest spell, his fingers dug deeper into your face, before his eyes landed on the sparkling object in your palms. The unforgivable words quickly died in his throat and he withdrew his wand, stumbling back. Eyes full of anger met yours, who in contrast were sparkling with playfulness.

"How did you get that?", he demanded, reaching towards the object, but you pulled it back, before laying it on your head. Putting your elbows on his desk, you fluttered your eyelashes, smiling brightly.

"Do you think it suits me?"

"Stop playing around."

"You are such a bore", you rolled your eyes, "I went on a holiday to Albania. And I found this gorgeous, gorgeous diadem, which turned out to be Rowena Ravenclaw's. What are the chances?"

Tom seemed unamused by your story, instead twitching his jaw. His eyes stayed glued to the diadem on your head, the reflection of the sapphire on it sparkling in his cold eyes.

"How did you know where it was?", his gaze moved towards you, his hand putting his wand back in his coat. His tall form moved towards you again, this time taking a seat on the empty surface of the desk in front of you. With a smile, you took the diadem out of your head, twirling it between your fingers.

"You don't think you were the only one who managed to charm the famous Helena Ravenclaw, do you?", you raised your eyebrow, moving your tongue across your top lip, "You underestimate the power of women's empathy and love for gossip, Tom."

He let out an airy laugh, running a hand through his thick curls. After two years, he hasn't changed anything about his appearance. His face, his haircut, and even the suits he wore were the exact same ones he already wore when you were a student. You would lie if you said you didn't enjoy it - that meant that the Tom you loved was still somewhere inside of him. Your Tom.

"I'm impressed", he finally said, moving his hands towards his knee and locking his fingers around it. His face dropped into a serious expression once again, "Give it to me."

You tilted your head, pursing your lips. Your eyes moved to the diadem, before landing back on him.

"Oh, I can't do that, Tom", you rested your palm on your chest, looking up at him with doe eyes, "He would be very disappointed if I don't bring it back to him."

Tom took a deep breath, his upper lip twitching.

"He?", he pressed his tongue to the side of his cheek, "Who is "he"?"

You twirled in his chair, pressing the diadem closer to your chest.

"My Lord, of course", you let out a giggle, resting your cheek on your shoulder and closing your eyes. You still managed to see the way Tom's body tensed, however.

"He sent his regards to you", you smiled, standing up, "If you hadn't left me that day, he wouldn't have met me and subsequently learned all about making horcruxes."

The man's eyes immediately darkened and his hand flew towards your wrist, stilling you in place.

"Name."

"Huh?"

"Tell me his name", Tom hissed, his nostrils flaring. You stepped closer to him, noses almost brushing.

"And why would I do that?", you raised your brows, your voice turning into a mocking laugh, "Do you think I would betray him... for you?"

The sudden feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you forward made you almost lose your balance and you grabbed his shoulder in reflex to keep you from falling on top of him. Nesting his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder, Tom pressed his lips next to your ear before muttering:

"You, my dear, are a liar", his teeth grazed the end of your earlobe, "And a very bad one."

Your whole body froze and you tried to push yourself away from him, but his arms were holding you firmly in place. Suddenly all the confidence you have displayed in his presence so far melted under the warmth of his touch, and you were left only with the hope you could still lie your way out of this situation.

"I am not lying", you protested with a quickening breath.

Tom lifted his head from your shoulder and rested his forehead on yours instead. His eyes stared deep into your own and his warm breath on your face made your whole body involuntarily tremble.

"I have already told you I am not a fool", one of his hands slid from your waist towards your arm and then hand, where you were still clutching the diadem. His fingers wrapped around it and pulled it out of your grasp with ease. Without looking at it, he placed it on the desk behind his back, before his hand found its way to the top of your head.

"I know you better than you know yourself, my dear", he muttered, his hand gently stroking your hair, "And I know there is no room in your heart for anyone but me. You would not be here otherwise."

He pulled back enough to be able to take a better look at your face. His gaze fell from your half-lidded eyes to your parted lips.

"You are mine. Always were, always will be."

A loud whine escaped your throat before it was swallowed by Tom's mouth on yours. His plump lips were chapped, a result of hours of his teeth sinking into them, trying to hold back all the snarky remarks he had for his fellow colleagues. The rough feeling made your knees buckle and you closed your eyes, relaxing fully in his arms.

Without breaking the kiss, he turned you around and with a swift move of his hand, pushed the diadem and a few books out of the way, before laying you on the cold surface. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging the soft curls.

A low growl left his lips and he lifted his lips from yours, a trail of saliva connecting them, before it was broken by his fingers cupping your chin.

"This is what you wanted, is it not?", his voice was suddenly deeper and darker, "For me to take you on the same desk I once you graded you."

His words made a loud moan to escape you and your back arched up, seeking nothing more than to be close to him. With a low chuckle, he pressed his palm between your breasts, pushing you flat on the furniture beneath you. You opened your mouth to complain but were quickly silenced once he pushed his index and middle fingers in your mouth, almost making you choke. Fixating your gaze on his, you closed your lips around them and started to suck, making sure to flatten your tongue in the process.

The image before your eyes was something you had dreamt of countless times before - Tom, with his messy curls and parted lips, panting while the fingers of his free hand were skilfully unbuttoning his vest. You did not waste any time in helping him, focusing on shakingly unbuttoning his belt.

"So impatient", he clicked his tongue, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, so could remove his shirt. Once his torso was in full view, you did not hesitate even a second before you lifted yourself in a sitting position and attached your lips to his neck. Nibbling and sucking the smooth skin, you started to nibble and suck your way down to his chest. His head fell back and he closed his eyes, his muscles relaxing under you.

Tom Riddle may not be a man who was capable of love, but he was a man after all. And it would be a lie to say he has never thought of you in a more... erotic way. You have always been so obedient and good, doing everything for him without any hesitation. He has always found that incredibly attractive, but not enough for him to act on his desires.

Now, however, the sight of you has ignited some primal urges within him that he never felt before. Maybe it was the few drinks he had consumed prior at the gathering or maybe it was the idea of the the crazy lengths you were willing to go in order to get back to him...

Tom Riddle would probably never know the reason for him giving up control for the first time in his life. To you, nonetheless.

His mind came back to reality when he felt you pushing him on his chair and nestling yourself between his legs. Looking up at him, you tugged his pants and boxers down, letting his erection free. You let your index finger gently caress the length of it, making it twitch. A small giggle left your lips before you repeated the gesture.

"Stop teasing me", the man groaned, and his palm rested behind your head in order to push you towards his member, but you swiftly moved to the side dodging it. You squinted your eyes, moving your hands to his thighs and digging your nails into them.

"You", the word was hissed through your teeth, "are in no position to order me around."

Tom scoffed and was about to argue when your mouth unexpectedly wrapped around the head of his penis, twirling your tongue around it. He let out a choked gasp and he tried to put his hand on your head again before you smacked it away. Swallowing his pride, he rested both of his arms on the side of his chair, bucking his hip forward.

Carefully watching his reaction you wrapped your hand around him, slowly moving it down and back up again, following the movement of your mouth. The feeling of him filling your mouth was causing some saliva to start dripping your chin, but rather than pulling away, you pushed him further into your mouth till your nose was buried in his dark pubic hair. The feeling of his swollen head hitting the back of your throat made you gag, causing Tom to groan in pleasure.

"Fuck this", he muttered, before grabbing you by your hair and pulling your head up, before pressing it down again. His hips buckled in harmony with your head, making sure you were taking all of him. His dick was now coated in your saliva, making it glisten in the dim light. You closed your eyes, the lack of oxygen making them sting. The rapid pace with which he was moving was making it hard for you to breathe through your nose and you tried giving him a warning slap on his leg, which he purposefully ignored. Instead, he moved his other hand towards your chin and held your head still, while he continued to thrust his hips up and down. Sloppy wet noises filled his office, being interrupted only by his heavy breathing.

Your thighs clenched together in a weak attempt to relieve the burning ache between your legs. The way he was using your mouth to satisfy himself was making your underwear damp, yet you knew better than to touch yourself yet. After so many sleepless nights during which you tried to relieve yourself, imagining how would it feel to taste him, you wanted to focus all your attention only on him.

Feeling he was close, Tom finally pulled your head back and examined your face. Both saliva and tears were smeared all over your chin and your cheeks were flushed in rosy colour.

"What a pretty sight you are, my dear", he smiles, wiping some of it with his thumb. You licked your lips, getting up on your feet.

"And you are such a smooth talker", your face leaner just inches from his, "I wonder if you are as good with the action as you are with words."

Taking this as a challenge, he stood up and pushed you back onto the desk, before lifting your skirt. His fingers hooked under the elastic bands of your panties and with one tug they snapped, leaving you completely exposed in front of him.

Tom gulped, burning the image of your waiting arousal into his mind. His fingers made their way towards your slit, gathering the wetness before easily sliding his middle finger in. You moaned at the contact, fluttering your eyes closed. He pumped his fingers a few times, his eyes carefully observing your facial expression before he slid it out. You whined at the loss of contact, opening your eyelids only to find him smirking down at you.

"Do you really think you deserve me wasting time on your pleasure?"

"Fuck you!", you snapped, resulting in him grabbing your neck and squeezing so hard, an airy cough left your lips.

"Such a dirty mouth", he lifted your face up, his jaw clenching, "but such a weak mind. Look at the pathetic mess you are..."

Your lips parted to offer a snarky response, but your mind quickly went blank the moment he slid fully into you. Arching your back, your hands found their way around his shoulders, while his rested on both sides of your head.

Tom did not waste any time in developing a quick pace, which made you roll your eyes back. With each thrust the head of his cock was brushing against your cervix, making your whole vision white. His left hand moved towards one of your breasts, pinching and twisting the oversensitive nipple between his fingers. His other hand made his way to your pussy, where his thumb started to draw sloppy circles over your clit.

Never in your life have you felt such pleasure in your life. Of course, you had previous lovers during the past two years while trying to get Tom out of your mind, but nothing compared to this. Curling your toes, you lifted both of your legs and rested them on his shoulder.

Both of you groaned in unison when you felt him going even deeper than before. His upper body collapsed on top of yours, his lips immediately latching onto your other nipple. Still gripping his shoulders, you dragged your nails down his back, leaving angry red marks behind.

The knot in your stomach started to tighten and your moans became louder and louder. Moving your hips so you can meet Tom's thrusts, you looked at his face, only to find him staring back with eyes clouded with desire. His fingers were now working faster on your sensitive bud and you let out a shaky breath: "Tom, I...", you could not finish your sentence, your vocabulary suddenly consisting only of his name.

"Shhh", he whispered, his hand moving from your breast to your cheek. He gently stroked it with his thumb and suddenly you saw in front of you the same Tom that charmed you years ago, "I've got you."

His words were enough to cause the knot to snap and your whole body went rigid, squeezing and pulsating around him. A few harsh trusts and Tom suddenly tensed on top of you, as he painted your insides white. You both held onto each other, fingers digging into soft flesh, as you melted into your shared euphoria.

It was not romantic.

It was primal. Rough. Dirty.

It was everything you have imagined.

Finally relaxing on top of you, Tom buried his head in your shoulder, trying his best to calm his breathing down. You laid under him, crushed under his weight, yet enjoying every second of the contact he allowed you to have.

Against your better judgment, you lifted your hand and started to gently stroke his hair. Against his better judgment, he allowed you to and closed his eyes in the process.

Tired from the long day and your office activity, Tom lifted you in his arms, his now soft member slipping out of you and he sat back on his chair, adjusting the backrest so you can both take a more comfortable position.

You lifted yourself from his chest and raised your eyebrow, but bit back your tongue the moment your gaze crossed his stern one, warning you not to voice whatever you had in your mind. Letting out a small chuckle, you shook your head and laid it back down on his skin.

There was an urge burning inside of you to mock him about showing gentleness, but deep down you knew this was your only chance to enjoy it. So you closed your eyes and relaxed, finally being able to fall asleep without the haunting dreams of what could've been.

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The sunlight was painting the whole room in a beautiful gold colour and Tom let out a low groan when he felt it hitting his face. His hand made its way over his eyes, shielding them from the light, while his mind slowly started to become aware of his surroundings. The uncomfortable chair was making all of his muscles ache and he immediately regretted not gathering the energy last night to make his way back to his room. The chill air coming from the window has not helped too, especially when we was only partly covered and-

Tom's eyes shot open looking down at his body and finding his suit jacket thrown over his waist and private parts. You, however, were not to be found. Not on top of him, not on the desk, nowhere in the room.

He immediately stood up, grabbing his pants from the floor and furiously putting them on, while breathing heavily. His gaze fell on the stack of books he pushed from his desk last night and he immediately fell on his knees, scanning the floor around him.

"No, no, no", he hissed under his breath, pushing his hair out of his eyes, "That little serpent!"

Not only you have left, but you also have taken the diadem with you. No matter how much he searched for it, it was definitely not here.

You tricked him.

Getting up back to his feet, Tom kicked one of the books on the floor, before slamming his hands on his desk. His breathing was hard and he could feel his blood boiling in his veins. Suddenly, his attention was caught by a small parchment of paper placed next to his quill. Unfolding it, he could have sworn his heart stopped for a second.

"My dear Tom,

Thank you for our wonderful night together. I did not want to leave you so early, but I had to be out of the castle before everyone else woke up. To be truthful with you, I am not going to be your new assistant. But your already knew that, so I guess it is not shocking news. I sneaked it yesterday when all of the teachers were having a party (or what you call a gathering, ha!). Neither do I have a new lord. You already knew that as well.

Do not stress about the diadem, as it is safe with me - if there is one thing I learned from you is that I need to take good care of horcruxes once they are made. I know it was probably foolish of me to bring it to you last night, as it does hold a part of my soul, but I promise that from now on I will take better care of it.

Without doubt your paths shall cross again. Remember Tom: You are mine. Always were, always will be.

Love, y/n

P.S. - I hope you do not mind that I helped myself by getting your keys from your jacket and getting a shower in your room. Also, I think you need to follow your own advice and start putting your objects away. I found your diary resting on your bedside table, so I had to take it with me. Do not worry - I promise I will keep it safe...

for now."

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sinsirellaxx · 1 month

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The slytherin boys react to you breaking up with them but youre hella toxic😛

Have also been fucking obsessing over your page wtf

Slytherin Boys – What they’d be like if you broke up with them

Warning: toxic Slytherin boys (nothing new) and toxic reader

A/N: Thank you so much. I'm glad you like my page! 🥰

Mattheo …

… he’d be confused. Everything was going well, right? You were madly in love with him, right?! Apparently not. You smiled at him evilly as you watched the cocky smirk, he always wore on his lips disappear.

Everything played out in slow motion as Mattheo listened to you telling him that it was his fault. That he wasn’t enough. That he’d never be enough for you.

Before he could register what he was doing he was all over you, desperately holding onto your shoulders as he shook you. “D-Don’t say that love. I can change! I can be better.” He pleaded with you, which was very untypical of him. Looking at him with disgust, you pushed him away, shaking your head as you told him that there was someone else.

“Who is it?” Mattheo grit out, the feeling of hurt being completely replaced by raw anger.

You told him his name, the smirk never leaving your face as you felt pure excitement at his pain. Finally, it was your turn to watch his world came crashing down instead of your heart being broken, day after day by him.

The dark-haired male scoffed, “You’ll regret that, love. He won’t be able to tame a brat like you.” He tilted his head as he glared at you, still in disbelief over your audacity.

You walked out of his room, briefly stopping to speak over your shoulder before you disappeared out of his life. Oh, he can handle me just fine.

Theodore …

… outright refuses. “You can’t break up with me.” Theodore wouldn’t even leave room for discussion or a fight – he’d simply kiss you and continue acting like you were still together. You left his room? He isn’t worried – he’ll see you tomorrow.

You ignore him in class? Nah, you’re just playing hard to get. He’d still sit next to you, even if he had to threaten the person already sitting there to stand up. They would, obviously, get lost as no one wanted to get on Theo’s bad side. You didn’t want to embarrass him, but desperate times call for desperate measures. It was now your mission to publicly shame him – be it mentioning how he reeks of smoke loudly in front of everyone or calling him clingy and outright creepy. After a week you loudly screamed at him, in the middle of the Great Hall, that you had broken up with him and that he should leave you alone.

But Theodore was stubborn. So, you had to resort to more … toxic ways. You sent him a message and asked him to come over that evening to watch a movie together. Theodore immediately returned to his cocky self when he read the message – he knew you were just playing around. What he didn’t expect to find when he arrived was one of his best friend’s head between your legs.

Lorenzo …

… gaped at you as you demanded to see his phone, your arm stretched out in front of you as you wiggled your fingers to motion for him to put his phone into your waiting palm.

You suddenly wanted to check his messages – which was weird, because he was usually the one in your relationship who wanted to control and check everything. Enzo reluctantly gave you his phone, he had nothing to hide – he really didn’t. Yet you still found something to be pissed about.

The day after that Lorenzo was changing, about to go out with his boys. You stared at him from where you were lying on his bed, frowning at the satin dress-shirt he had chosen to wear. Enzo whipped around to stare at you in shock when you told him he had to change. His nipples were clearly showing. When Lorenzo refuse, yelling at you how ridiculous he thought you were being, you jumped up from the bed and walked up to him. Your faces mere inches apart. After a moment of silence, you raised a brow and told him it was over – that he was the biggest hypocrite, for being offended even though that was the way he always acted with you. Ripping the diamond necklace he had given you on Valentine’s Day off your neck you threw it into his chest, turning to leave the room. Your hips swaying as you left a shocked Lorenzo in his room.

Draco …

… it had taken you a while to get used to Draco’s love language. Gift giving. You didn’t want to be ungrateful, but Draco knew no limits. A new Cartier bracelet? You got it. An iced-out Rolex for that empty wrist of yours? Check. Flowers every week, followed by a colorful box of macarons? Double-check. No matter how much time had passed, it wasn’t getting better. The only thing that had changed was you: You started liking the expensive gifts more and more. You even purposefully talked about things you saw online or in stores, knowing very well that he would go and buy it for you like the good boy he was. The only downside? He wanted you to be well-behaved. You were supposed to dress a certain way, be styled every single day and there was no room for imperfections. You were tired. You were planning on breaking up with him for a while now but there were still those new boots that just came out and you were waiting for them to arrive – you knew Draco had bought them the second he had seen them on your phone screen.

Just one more day and you’d be waltzing out of Draco’s life with those new boots that were to die for.

Blaise …

… frowned at his phone as he was left on read by you. Again. The past few days you had been weirdly distant, taking hours to reply to his message until you didn’t anymore. Whenever he’d ask why you had left him on read you would roll your eyes and tell him that you had fallen asleep. Blaise was still skeptical but chose to ignore it for the moment.

What he couldn’t ignore, however, was the way you flirted with boys left and right.

“What the – what are you doing?” He asks obviously frustrated. You just shrug your shoulders and tell him it’s nothing. It’s not that deep. Stop being so clingy. You said, before standing up to leave. We’re over, Blaise.

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leaawrites · 5 months

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Happiness

Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime In which Y/n thinks back on her failed relationship with the Slytherin boy, while he found happiness after her. Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader Warnings: angst, female reader, failed relationship, maybe ooc, possible grammar mistakes (sorry for that in advance), none specific house,

Masterlist, introduction

She watched him from the other side of the wall. The way he laughed so quietly, anyone else would’ve missed it, but not her. She noticed every little thing he did. She also noticed the blonde who stood next to him. Her eyes were filled with desire and admiration.

Y/n remembered all the times she was stood by his side, looking at him like that. You just had to look at him like that if you got to stand so close to him. Theodore Nott just had that impact on everyone. It was like his charm was noticeable from 10 miles away, so heavy you couldn’t miss it.

Sometimes Y/n wondered if the boy would ever be made out of gold. He had to. The way his face was shaped and how his body always stood so gracefully. Gold would suit him.

“Hey Y/n,” One of the girls caught Y/n out of her trance. She followed her gaze, catching Theodore looking their way. “I’m sorry you broke up.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The girl smiled at her friend. She was unsure what to do in situations like these. She knew how she’d react if he was an asshole to her. If he hurt her and never done anything to apologize. But she hurt him too and he apologized for more that he’d done. Theodore asked her for forgiveness about 10 times now in the last couple of months, but she was unsure if she even deserved his, so she kept hers.

She played it off like it didn’t mean anything. Though it did. It meant so much to her. She had spent so many nights with him, that it was strange now spending them without him. Without someone to hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her, while she cried at night, her pillow soaked with her sadness, only reminding her more of her hurt. She wasn’t meant to be so vulnerable, he told her before. Vulnerability is only for the weak and she wasn’t weak. He told her like he knew it. She wasn’t weak. But now it didn’t felt like that. It felt much more like he knew she was weak and just wanted to point that out.

The wind washed through her hair as she sat under the tree near the Black Lake, her hands holding a book but her eyes were focused on the water that was laying so beautifully and delicate in front of her eyes.

He was always there beside her when she sat there. Y/n showed him the place when the first started dating. It was one of her favorite hiding spots that she discovered in her second year after having trouble studying and needed to get out. Now she just remembers all the time they’ve spent there - the look in her eyes that would’ve loved him for a lifetime. It haunts her now at night, when she closes her eyes and trues to find sleep all she finds are his face and the sound of his voice. She then saw herself that day at midnight, standing in front of him in her dress that she bought just because he said he liked it. It pained her now too much to ever wear it again. Sometimes Y/n heard him calling out for her when he isn’t there, like he’s still searching for her. But he did and she knew that. The new girl made it obvious.

Y/n closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, she should stop being jealous. The girl couldn’t do anything for her affection towards Theo and neither could he with his towards her. She would be able to give him way more than I could, Y/n thought. She gave him her all and they still are not talking anymore. What is there more to give then? Without space and silence. Without forgiveness.

She needed to be happy again, Y/n knew that. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t. There would be happiness after him, right? He wasn’t the only guy to ever love her. He couldn’t be. If he was, she was afraid, there will be no way for her to be happy anymore. She lost it all.

She noticed there was no way for her pain to mend, when she wasn’t going to admit the truth. He wasn’t the villain in this story and she couldn’t make him become one. Not when she still can’t get her heart to stop going faster the moment he looks at her. It wasn’t fair. Not when she wanted to be happy again. If she ever found happiness after him.

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x fem!reader #harry potter #harry potter universe #harry potter imagine #hogwarts oc #happiness #evermore #slytherin #slytherin boys #imagine

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yanderepuck · 3 months

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Part TWO of what I think is 12 of the smut prompt wheel. We've got the man I hate the most. BUT BC OF THAT I THINK YOU GUYS DONT LIKE ASKING FOR HIM

I actually LOVE writing smut for Arthur even tho I think he's hella vanilla and relies on a strong dick game. Man is also a cuck. BUT THATS NONE OF WHAT THIS IS ALRIGHT. But yeah, send me some Arthur some time. I actually like writing smut of the poor meow meow

Here's yaoi hand man

Prompt: him using toys on you-

"Love, I said I needed some time alone."

"Hmm, well I want attention."

You rest your chin on top of his head as he sits at his desk. He's been working, no, trying to work on something. He's been stuck for a while and before that has barely taken a break.

If he won't take a break, then you might as well force him to.

"I'm serious," he leans forward to start writing again.

"And so am I," you grab his shoulders and pull him back.

Arthur groans. He's not finding your cute teasing laughter appealing right now.

"I just need a few more hours-"

"Fiiine," you sigh loudly and dramatically. You start dragging your feet to the door. "I'll see if anyone else cares that I'm not wearing underwear. Theo said something about-whoa!"

Suddenly your arm got pulled back and you're in Arthur's arms. Holding your arm to stay in place he grabbed your jaw to have you look up at him.

You give him a playful smirk. "Someone is interested," you tease.

"You're being a brat," he squishes your cheeks with his hand.

"Who? Me? I could- ohhh!"

The hair at the nape of your neck was tugged and you couldn't help but moan.

You press your body against him the best you can, practically humping him as you stand. "Maybe you should give your toys more attention," you purr and with your free hand, loop your finger around his belt loop, keeping him close to you.

What could you say, you're horny. You get a little rowdy when it gets this bad.

He lets your arm go and quickly pulls up your skirt. You were right, you aren't wearing any underwear.

"You're so naughty," he smirks and two fingers thrust into you with no warning. If it wasn't for his hold on your hair you might have fallen with the way your knees buckled.

"Maybe my toy does need attention," he has you walk backwards. Fingers staying knuckle deep until he pushes you on the bed

He quickly gets his clothes as you wrestle to get yours off. He's on top of you, kissing you roughly the moment he's finished.

As you move farther onto the bed, he crawls after you, never leaving your lips until his fingers thrust into you again. Once your lips part, his free hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you down onto the bed.

Your moans don't stop. He makes sure to get between your legs so that you can't close them as his fingers thrust into you harder.

Your body squirms, your hips buck up, your hands dig into the sheets under you. You start whining. It feels so good but it's not what you want.

"Ar-Arthur!" your legs try closing as his fingering gets rougher.

With all the force and strength he's using, he suddenly stops, staying knuckle deep. You look up at him, panting. You didn't get the cum but his fingers so wonders.

However.

You still feel bratty. You aren't satisfied just yet. Your whole face changes. You go from a panting messy submissive, to a cocky brat with a smirk.

"Is that all you got?"

Arthur frowns, clearly upset at the teasing. "You want to be a brat? I'll treat you like a brat."

He smirks as he sits on your lap. Leaning over he grabs his ascot on his night stands and grabs each of your arms to tie them, then tying them to the headboard.

Once he is done he gets off of you and starts going through his dresser. When you look over you can tell what drawer it is. The drawer with all the toys in it.

"I think I'm going to have to gag you for this one," he chuckles and walks over holding a vibrator you haven't seen before.

Just by looking, you swear it's bigger than him, at least thicker. By seeing your eyes go wide he can tell you're a little nervous.

"No worries, love. I'll make sure it fits."

You start squirming again as he gets back on the bed.

"No no! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I want you!"

"Brats don't get rewarded, silly," he chuckles, sounded light hearted. "But it is ribbed so you should enjoy that."

He gets your legs spread open once again and starts sliding the vibrator into you. You pull on the fabric around your hands and moan.

"Arthur!" The two fingers he used couldn't have prepped you for this, but that's partially why it felt so good.

Your hips lift off the bed again as he slides it in as far as it will go.

There's still a good amount of it sticking out and he gives it a few pushes, having it hit your cervix. Each time you let out a pitiful whine.

"Now don't get too used to this," he turns it on all the way.

"Ohhh!" Your body squirms more.

Arthur sits back and smirks, watching his brat be reduced to a moaning mess. "Breaking toys is so much fun."

He gets up and your legs immediately close, rubbing together, and lifting your hips off the bed.

"Can't have that," he tsks and grabs rope from the same drawer in his dresser. Making a semi loose knot around each of your ankles, then tying them to each to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Ar-Arthur!" you keep squirming, but he's gotten insanely good at knots.

He leans over you, and presses the vibrator into you again, making sure it didn't push out any.

"Yes, love?"

He has that shit eating grin on his face.

"Ung-ohhh! Ahh ahh!" the vibrator being pushed again and again gets you seeing stars.

"That's what I thought," he pushes hair out of your face and stands back up, going back to his desk, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

"Maybe once I have this finished, you'll have learned your lesson."

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sosaverse · 9 days

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— changbin salonnn

| p1harmony (separate) x black! fem! reader

p1harmony mtl on who i think would be the most reliable in helping you take down ur braids + other thoughts

✦ - fluff, mentions of sc!ssors and cutt!ng (hair) (wk : 587 )

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keeho

— i have him up here bc i feel like out of the rest he’d be more educated on the subject of braids and etc (yknow with growing up in canada and stuff). he’d be really focused, eyeballing the part he’s supposed to cut hard asf. music is definitely a must, and y’all sit together enjoying the peace while sza, aaliyah, and etc play in the background. i feel like he’d also convince you to wear out that braided bob you get after cutting them shorter 😭. he’d still be there to help you comb out your hair, i feel sorry if you’re tender headed cause let one knot get stuck on that comb and he yanking that bitch out 😞.

jongseob + jiung

— for these two i don’t think they’d have problems. they’d be so cautious though, constantly asking “right here?” when you’ve already told them numerous times that that’s where they needed to cut. listen they just don’t want to accidentally cut your real hair and have you walking around with patches missing 🤕. right after y’all finish, jongseob would be quick to recommend you new braiding styles even willing to pay for them. and jiung would gladly take over for you completely when your hands start to cramp up during the process.

intak

— you didn’t even ask if he could help you, he just parked himself right next to you and asked where to start. but willingness ≠ capability. you had to guide him through the whole process to the point where you should’ve just done it ya self 😭. he’s such a cutie though and he just wants to learn, constantly asking questions in between instructions to make sure he understands all the way. after a minute, he told you he had it and didn’t need anymore help. did he end up cutting it too short? YUP. did he have the heart to tell you? hell nah 😞.. and til that day you still don’t know.

soul

— i actually struggled figuring out where i should put him so i put ‘em here 🤓. i feel like he’d be similar to intak but in a different way. like if you asked he’d be willing to help, but you’d have to guide him through everything. something i think would be different is that he’d play entirely too much. like he’d cut the right spot, then gasp all hard like he cut the wrong one and give you a mini heart attack for no reason. now that i’m thinking more on it you might just have to pre-cut them then let him unbraid them from there, bc me personally i would not trust this nigga with scissors next to my head. but back to playing too much, and this is something i did all the time as a kid, i feel like he would definitely play with the scraps that came from the braids yall just took out instead of throwing them away. you’re just minding your black business, trying to comb out your hair and here go this fool bunching them up and dropping them on your head. 😭

theo

— this nigga here boyyy 😭, i had to take it to the gc for him. and we feel like he’d actually be little to no help. he’d take out like two braids before he’d start whining about being tired and his hands hurting. y’all would have to constantly take breaks, dragging the process out by hours. eventually, he’d pull through though and start helping fr. then when y’all done, he’ll lie and brag about how he did the most work. it’s all love though, just get your get back when he wants you to help him wash his hair.

LEAST

✦ - i think i’ve decided since there is such a lack of representation for us when it comes to kpop fics, mostly what i am going to write is going to be directed to black readers. currently i’m working on four (two more p1harmony ones, twitch streamers/vtubers soul and reader, and han jisung with a male black reader 🤯)

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@sosaverse™

#kpop x black reader #p1harmony mtl #p1harmony headcanons #p1harmony x black reader #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #p1h fluff #p1harmony fluff

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theodoradevlin · 14 days

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It is the day of the Easter Egg Hunt. Theodora and Richard agreed to participate in the competition together since the event had to take part on Tuesday, the day before some students usually start to pack up and leave for the spring holidays.

Richard is still wearing the uniform that Felix so graciously provided him with all those months ago. But Theodora? Theodora...

Her dress carries the breeze of rebirth, a sweet spring fragrance of change every time she flies past him in an excited flurry. The flower crown on her head threatens to fall down every time she dives for the eggs she spots. There are blooms in her hair as well, and Richard feels as if he is following in the footsteps of the forest fairy: the visible flower trail is left in her wake.

Richard cannot focus on searching for the brightly coloured eggs and instead follows Theodora like a devoted puppy. He is carrying her dancing shoes as she seems to enjoy the feeling of grass beneath her feet, especially now after they've spent some time dancing at the festivities.

The basket in his free hand gets heavier and heavier but Richard doesn't mind. Theodora's "I got one more!", and "Look at how cute the pattern is!", and "We are sure to win this one!" fills him with happiness and he can't help but admire his spring fairy every step of the way.

How many eggs did the house elves manage to hide out here? Theo remarked to herself that they had truly outdid themselves again as she placed another in her already tipping basket. She looks back to give Richard a grin, her competitive side was coming out and she was determined to find as many as possible.

She sprinted out so fast in the beginning that she had basically sprinted out of her shoes… Richard, being the gentleman he was, had picked them up for her. And thank Merlin for him, or she would have forgotten them.

When she looks up, she happens to catch Richard’s gaze, noting his face sporting a merry flush with a smile so endearing she can’t help but to return it.

She adjusts the flower crown on her head, the blasted thing kept getting in her eyes, but Richard seemed to admire it and just that alone eliminated any feelings of silliness she had over it. ….Though, she should have made one for him as well. Pursing her lips she gets an idea as he calls her over.

“Look how cute the pattern is!”

Theo rushes over to inspect his discovery, she cups her hands under Richard's to look at his prize closer. She admires the swirls of the pastel patterns, the colors whirling together like sky on the spring day with notes of light blue, lavender, white, and yellow.

“The pattern is cute!” She beams back up at him, before taking her hands to her flower crown and placing it on top of Richard’s curls instead, smirking. “But I think I found something cuter.” She admires her work before stepping back, satisfied. “There! I officially declare you the winner, at least in my books. King of the Easter Eggs.”

She laughs again, before giving the King of the Easter Eggs a mock curtsy.

#richard the beloved bff #could he BE any more adorable #probs not #spring fairy theo?????!#be still my heart #King of the Easter Eggs #and of being adorable

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chasertheo · 1 year

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Tonight was the night. Frankly, Theo was surprised it had come so soon. Not that he’d thought they would lose their first match, but it was their first real test as a new team. He hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up too high, even though he’d felt better about his playing than he had in a while. And then they’d won. They hadn’t just won, either. It was a strong win, not a blow-out but decisive, Puddlemere tipping the game in their favor early on and keeping it that way. And Theo had played well enough that the write-ups on the chasers weren’t just about Freddie and Sturgis’s flashy moves but about Theo’s ability to rebound missed shots and get the quaffle to his teammates and score solid goals of his own. There will still some kinks to sort out, there always were early in the season, but they were playing well and Theo was excited about the season in a way he hadn’t been in a while. He was also excited for another aspect of the win—Jamie, and the other gay blokes Jamie had introduced him to—had made a deal with him. After their first win, they’d go check out a muggle gay bar. And so here they were, the first Friday after the win, and it was happening.

Theo had been disappointed when the other gay blokes from Puddlemere all bailed at the last minute, but he was still excited about taking Jamie to the gay club. If anything he was maybe more excited, in a way that should have told him to reschedule and find a time the rest of the blokes could come along because going alone with Jamie was probably a bad idea. Only that was silly. He and Jamie had been spending a lot of time alone together lately. Always on the ends of a group hangout, either dinner or a drink after practice with the team or their get-togethers with the Puddlemere Gay Social Club, as they’d dubbed themselves, but this was really no different from that. It wasn’t like Theo had planned it to be just him and Jamie. This was just what was happening now. And just him and Jamie was nice. Always fun. Always easy. They’d gotten to know each other in a similar way at the Arrows, but after that night Jamie cornered him with a quaffle and made him talk about the kiss, it felt like they were even closer than they’d been then. They didn’t just talk about quidditch or school or other light subjects. They talked about everything. And nothing. Theo liked it. Maybe too much. Sometimes their feet would brush under the table. But they hadn’t really crossed any lines, so…it was fine. They wouldn’t cross any lines tonight either. They’d just have fun, like they always did together.

They’d decided to meet at Jamie’s and then disapparate to a bookstore in Diagon that Roger had told them connected to muggle London; a more discreet way to get out of wizarding London than through the Leaky. And Jamie had expressed some concern about what to wear to a gay muggle club, though Theo had felt a lot better about the idea of helping Jamie with his wardrobe choices when the plan was for more than just Theo to be there. He’d never even been to Jamie’s place before. He was already sort of regretting his own outfit too, for reasons he didn’t quite want to unpack. The pants he was wearing were a good bit tighter than the sort he’d usually wear, as was the short-sleeved button-up shirt that hugged his muscles in a way his ex had told him was particularly flattering. He’d also left a couple more buttons open at the top than he usually would, worried that Jamie might not be into blokes with chest hair, buttoned them back up, remembered he wasn’t supposed to be worried about looking good for Jamie and that Jamie knew what he looked like without most of his clothes on anyways from the locker room, and unbuttoned them again. Then he’d thrown on a leather jacket. This was fine. He was just going out for a fun night. Drinks, dancing. He was just a little on edge because it had been awhile since he’d been out like this, and a gay bar in muggle London was a new thing, and he really wanted Jamie to like it after the cajoling it took to get him to agree to come. It’d be fun. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, remembered he’d just brushed it so it was actually sort of neat for once--Theo had never been the sort to use any sort of gel or shit, but it was at least smooth and flat instead of its normal mess--and instead reached out to knock on the door.

#jamie #i couldn't resist xD #but lmk if any of this doesn't work i made assumptions about jamie maybe wanting muggle fashion help #mostly so theo could show up at his house and like have to help him either untuck his shirt or undo some buttons or something lmao not sorry #and i was thinking elias's bookstore could be the more discreet passage to muggle london xD #i figure it's maybe been like 1-2 months since the last thread? timelines are hard but hopefully this works xD #tried to incorporate the lingering xD #cackling at that last jamie reply and THE DOUBLE GIFS WITH THE LOOKING BACK AHHHHH #as always lmk if something doesn't work!!

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unsanedes · 9 months

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S5 Theo may have been slightly evil, but he was also pretty whenever he appeared, so there's that...

I'm going to talk about (and rate) 9/technically 10 of Theo's best appearances/outfits from my screenshots folder of season 5. I'm doing this in no particular order by the way.

1. First of all, this look was nothing shy of ✨ANGELIC✨ I loved the plain black V-neck shirt; it was simple, but *chef's kiss* simple.

This was also one of the few times I actually really liked his hair being cut that way.

Oh, and the lighting was AMAZING with how it really drove home that angelic look.

10/10 without a doubt 💫

2. Okay, so Theo wasn't completely decent here. I have respectfully covered him up a bit with a nice shirt (I tried to, but the marker doesn't scale and I wasn't painting the entire torso.)

This appearance was top tier from the way he terrorized Liam and Mason after chasing them as a wolf, for some reason. (I still don't know why Theo did that.)

From his smirky face and snarky attitude to the god awful night time lighting, this scene has it all. (I was uncomfortable when Theo walked away and we saw his bare ass legs, though. No, thank you.)

7/10 because Theo was very entertaining, but them bare legs was a no for me 😔

3. For this one you get a double feature simply because he's wearing the same outfit.

I loved the class scene with Theo's fun little confident air about him. I also loved the superhero landing scene as Theo went to confront Liam and Stiles about stalking him in the woods.

Theo just had to turn the tables on them and hide in a tree, then he just HAD to jump out of it and land like Superman to show off.

His hoodie was also very lovely and nice. It looked very comfortable 🥰

Only 8/10 for this one, though, because the drawstrings should have been black.

4. Anyone who has ever read some of my posts on here knows how much I LOVE this look and scene!!!

I am very biased, but every aspect of this scene was breathtaking and masterful.

From the very good mood lighting in the rain (I love rain) to the perfectly shaped eyebrows on his face.

Oh, and you can't see his outfit, but that jacket with red and black plaid sleeves was so GOOOOOD looking. It suited him so well!!!

10/10 because Theo was amazing here and his look went hard in that rain 🤭

5. This scene was amazing for both Thiam and Thayden reasons.

I'll be the first to admit that his outfit wasn't great. His hair did save the day along with his posture and the way he looked at Liam, taunting him 🫣👀

From the way Theo was standing close to Hayden to the way he kept his eyes on Liam almost the entire time, this scene has it all.

9/10 because while the outfit sucked, the scene itself was top tier 😘

6. Now, I haven't gotten to this scene in my (second) rewatch and I don't totally remember it, but the look goes HARD.

Theo's hair looks amazingly evil here. His jacket is top tier with how cool it looks. The lighting is just going to prove that Theo is a literal angel sent from below. Last, but not least, the WAY he's looking away is ALAKAKSSJSHJSJSSJSN.

10/10 and must I say why? 😉

7. I don't totally remember this scene either other than Theo talking about first loves in that jacket. Plus, a very soft scene with Scott that makes you think they were childhood crushes.

That memory alone has been ingrained into my brain so I love this look on Theo forever now.

Regardless of that scene, Theo looks amazing in that black jacket and his hair looks perfect!!!

11/10 because his scene with Scott really sold it 🥹

8. This look was just so hrrrrrm. In a good way.

The pompous flirty boy attitude and the JACKET that sells it ALL. I love that jacket so much, I want to wear that jacket. Not because Theo has worn it, but because it's a really nice jacket and it accentuates all of his torso so well. He has such canonically good taste.

I, unfortunately, have to digress that this scene is not 10/10 for me because of its atrociously depressive lighting. Somehow, Jeff Davis managed to ruin this perfect scene (aside from the dumb flirting with Malia) with some bottom tier level lighting.

3/10 fck you, Jeff 🤬

9. HRRRM.

Last, but, ooooooOooOOOOH, so not least. This scene wasn't anything special really, but the OUTFIT. The hair is okay, but the OUTFIT.

I love, love, LOVE this top on Theo so much. It suits him so well!!!!!!

Oh, and the POSE. HRM.

20/10 because I make the rules and I'm a simp for Theo Raeken 🥳

#theo raeken #teen wolf #rating outfits #theo raeken is beautiful and amazing #he commands every scene he's in and is an angel #the people he murdered just got in his way (jkjkjk)

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scripted-downfall · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: PILOT

@typicalopposite reacts [with occasional asides by scripted-downfall]

Hawkins lab vibes are strong

Shoot them!? They are bebes

Hawkins vibes gone he didn’t try to kill her 😂😂 Just bring her back

Now lady hawke vibes? She fell through the lake

Ok discount Clint Eastwood.

Ma’am. Ma’am why were you in the clearing. Where they can see you. Under the ice. When there’s all that snow covered spaces

“Hope is for losers. Still, I hope they are ok.” LOSER

[scripted-downfall here mentions that clips from this show were used in Hitman despite them not making any sense given the film’s plot]

She was not bouncing around fren. She was seizing. There’s a difference

Ok so regardless of how I feel about her character or the actress herself. Ma’am’s foine [scripted-downfall here mentions that she should watch Sin City, then]

I love his accent ☠️☠️☠️

I have met Normal

They have lgbt; How advanced [scripted-downfall here says: OC MY BELOVED]

Oh bby not the first date anniversary

Is that Logan? On the tv? I know the voice 😂 Tony was my favorite on NCIS [scripted-downfall confirms because she has no follow-through on the no-spoilers rule. Also, she’s already said way too much previously to try that now] now I’m just picturing a news reporter kneeling over a dead body with a quill pen… dipping it in the blood to write

I have no idea what she just said. Just heard ones and zeros… then No way.

I thought he said he pissed on some one. ☠️☠️ But he said I pissed and moaned

CHEATER!! CHEATER!! OMG! ON THE BIG 1-0! How dare he?! MENNNNN

WHAT A GIFT Bruh. Men.

“Hey bby girl. I know you're mad at me for leavin you for someone else. But I only did cause you sucked. Take me back”

“You’re like a mystery… it’s… mysterious”

Ma’am, you can’t drive your bike in here

Them straight across brows Are killing me

I thought that was Mary. Or Ellen. Le gasp

“She was a white lady! With blonde hair and blue eyes. How hard is that to find!” ☠️☠️☠️

How. Howwwww. Did that little ass knife. Open that door

Don’t do it max- Fuck that. Lady just yeeted her self off the building

Tony! I mean Logan

It looks like he cocked a flashlight

This is the most monotone back and forth

That run. THAT RUN ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh shitttt They slicing him up, poor kid 😖😖😖

[scripted-downfall, while watching the show for the second time: this is the most friendly/smiley I’ve ever seen Max; wth happened!?]

Oh Theo dyinnggg

“We gotta talk” “Nothing” Bruh MEN

🤔🤔🤔 Why did she open the can in his face ☠️

It’s scary spice’s hi for me.

“Let me get my coat” “The one you’re wearing?” ☠️

A man that understands she’s stronger. A little respect!

Poof she gone *insert “A ghost!” gif*

Ok Lydia stfu

I’m ded. This whole scene ☠️☠️☠️ “Imma claw you.” *sticks hand in face… max grabs it* “let go of my hand.” Just. Wot

“I broke into your house. HOW DARE YOU BREAK INTO MINE? And then cook for me!?”

Is Peter a robot? He seems like a robot

“I had to see you… pretty thief lady”

[scripted-downfall interrupts: WTF IS THAT CHIN GRAB I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT]

– – –

Brief hiatus because we had to pause for a bit. After being asked about what she thought thus far:

Not too bad. I’ll definitely have to rewatch it once work comes down and I can watch it at home but I like it

– – –

Gotta love the classic your telling me exactly how it was but I’m gonna play dumb

He’s like bitch you got a barcode on your neck

Oh nooooo guy got mugged.

Well, “Mugged”

Oh nooo Theo

Ninja kids! Minus one

Ooooh. Normal, buddy… you just put your foot all the way down your throat [scripted-downfall interjects: Yeah, he, uh. Does that a lot.]

Not robot Peter!!!

Ahhh guilt

So she gonna go save the kid?

Is that discount Clint Eastwood?

“Oh pretty boy! I’m sawwry I got you ded” [scripted-downfall: I hadn’t noticed the religious imagery starting this early because I didn’t know the significance from Pollo Loco. That’s interesting.]

He needs to just sit up and go… bitch wtf are you talking about

Pshhhh you’re face screamed guilt shush woman

“I don’t feel guilt. Imma save him… cause he’s pretty. And imma talk to him and tell him a story the whole time… but I don’t feel guilty”

Blahblahblah angsty girl blah

Side note: We should totally watch a scary movie and commentate on it [scripted-downfall: YES.]

No one sees spider girl. Yeah. Right

Well that was easy ☠️

Ooo 👀 [scripted-downfall: ma’am is looking disrespectfully]

Her hair is a lil greasy tho

… welp I had a dirty thought to that ☠️ Just gonna keep it to myself ☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️ MEN

Le gasp Is she double crossing or is this part of it?

You have tired eyes. But… same so eh

Typical MANNNNN

SAME MAX (her face at his little attempt)

Oooh super speeed [scripted-downfall: as you can see, she’s being very subtle about being from Manticore]

She just threw that man by her ears

Did she really ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [scripted-downfall: was that about her smacking his ass?] Yes. She pulled his pants down and I was like…. What’s this rated again [Yes.]

How long can ma’am hold her damn breath. Cause GEEEEZ [scripted-downfall: Another Manticore power.]

Okie dokie [scripted-downfall: *inserts Supernatural “I like him; he says okey-dokey” gif*.]

Why is the one holding his mouth like that!?!

angelic music cause buddies are dumb

Clint sees something [scripted-downfall: His name is Lydecker, btw]

Nah man you just had her, dummy

More angelics to ride away angstily on

[scripted-downfall: This won’t make sense yet, but I didn’t realize that Sky was already here in the pilot.]

Oh wow Normal. That’s dirty. They just be shipping people. That’s- Is that legal? IS THAT LEGAL? I can’t even take my dad in the car with out his death certificate; cops might think he’s cocaine [scripted-downfall: I don’t think the cops much… care.]

Oh so is he paralyzed the whole show? [scripted-downfall: It’s… iffy. You’ll see.]

“I need you to do a little leg work for me” Cause mine don’t

Angelics one more time. [scripted-downfall: You do know the show’s called Dark… Angel. Yeah? :)] On top of a building. In front of the moon. How angsty.

-- -- --

I like it! But alas I cannot watch another! I’ll publish a summary judgement later though

[scripted-downfall: That's a wrap, folks! Next episode will be... tomorrow? *smiles and puppy-dog-eyes at @typicalopposite and prays it works*]

#dark angel #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #s01e01 #pilot #reactions #episode reactions #typicalopposite #typicalopposite’s trip to manticore

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sekhisadventures · 1 year

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Her Final Song

The Azure Span, Midday

Jaie rode along on her mount, a runestag that she’d obtained in her travels through the Shadowlands, as beside her rode a young woman. She had long red hair and wore plain brown robes, hard wearing and designed not to show dirt, but then her tabard suggested as to why. It was one worn by the Dragonscale Expedition, so she probably expected to be in the wilds a lot.

“Oi really do appreciate ye helpin’ me out ‘ere. We heard ‘bout that tome one of our’s found in th’ southern reaches o’ th’ span, but even still there’s gotta be somefin out there worth gettin’.” she nodded to her, speaking with a noticeably Gilnean accent.

Jaie shrugged, “Oh its not a big deal. I was in the area anyways.” she replied, “Besides, I’m curious about that area too. I heard from the Tuskaar what had happened there and I want to make sure there’s nothing else that could cause problems.” she replied, then muttered, “Got enough of those as it is…”

The woman cocked her head at her, “Hows that?” she asked.

“Oh… nothing you need to worry about Cammy.” she chuckled.

The woman shrugged, riding along on a horse that seemed oddly skittish… but then, a lot of mounts had trouble with Gilneans.

Jaie had encountered the expedition member on her way back to Valdrakken after a fishing trip in the span, testing out her newly minted ice-fishing axe that the Tuskaar had helped her make. She had been eager to try out some of her catch, but the woman had pleaded for an escort through the territory incase the gnolls or some other dangerous force came after her.

Jaie had been a little hesitant at first, but then most Gilnean commonfolk talked like that, and it wasn’t like they were all worgen or even fond of being worgen. Some of them, like Nelen, stayed in their human form more often than not, and the main reason he didn’t have the accent was that most of his childhood was spent as a student in Old Dalaran. Though he still had a noticeably different accent from someone native to Stormwind.

She had introduced herself as Cammy Theos, and off they’d gone.

“So, what do you think you’ll find there Cammy?” she asked, glancing back at her.

“Oh, we don’t really know yet… could be lotsa neat things. Ol’ dragon artifacts if wez lucky, maybe even a few intact scrolls ‘n suchlike.” she shrugged.

They travelled south, nearing a cave that had been infested with frost-spiders thanks to the Primalists and their mad experiments with them, as Jaie got down and tapped her hearthstone to her stag’s nose, sending it back to the stable in Valdrakken in a swirl of light. “We should go on foot from here, these caves can be dangerous…” she nodded, heading in with Cammy following close behind…

At first, the cave seemed oddly empty… normally there’d be at least a few larger arachnids to have to chase off or, failing that, squash… but it seemed like there was nothing here at all…

“That’s odd…” muttered Jaie, flexing her arms as she glanced around in the gloom, the faint light from the entrance reflecting off the ice-coated walls of the cavern… and then she stumbled to a halt as she saw a footprint in the dusting of snow inside.

A massive four-toed footprint… one she recognized…

“Wait… that’s…” she leaned in for a closer look, then grimaced. That was a wrathguard’s footprint!

Jaie leapt to her feet, looking around as she slipped into a fighting stance. “Cammy! Get back to the entrance, if you don’t see me in a few minutes get on your horse and run!” she said in a warning tone… then she heard a chuckling sound.

Not Az’arad or his mistress, but a disturbingly human-like sound… and then Cenoon stepped out of the gloom and smiled at her.

“Oh so feisty! Come now, do you really want to hurt me again darling?” he simpered, swishing his way towards her.

Jaie growled, then readied herself to attack as he extended one hand, flexing his fingers as deep crimson strands of energy swirled around them, his eyes flashing. “Shhhh… now now… no reason we have to come to blows… just relax and think of Pandaria…” he whispered, flapping his wings gently as they carried the scent of perfume and musk to Jaie’s nostrils.

The pandaren sniffed, then sneezed and rubbed her nose. “YOU AGAIN!” she snarled, and Cenoon’s expression faltered, “Where is she! WHERE IS DISSONANTIA?!” she demanded.

Cenoon looked thunderstruck, stepping back in shock! “It… it didn’t…” he stammered, then he squinted at her, “Wait… wait a minute… oh for… ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” he shouted, glancing past Jaie, “Of all the women in those groups you had me try to seduce HER?! It doesn’t work if they’re NOT INTERESTED IN MEN!” he snapped.

Jaie started, then spun around and glared behind her just in time to see Cammy sigh dramatically, “Way ta give th’ bleedin’ game away ya git!” she snarled, then thrust her hand out at Jaie as a burst of shadows erupted from it!

Jaie screamed, her eyes going huge as a tether of darkness smashed into her chest, her body rigid as indescribable pain shot through her! She fell to her knees as Cammy growled in annoyance, then changed!

Her face became a lupine muzzle as her hands extended into huge, wicked claws, horns sprouting from her forehead as wings burst free from the back of her robes!

Cammy Theo, a play on her true name of Camillei Theodore, that she hadn’t gone by since she’d met Quzgup all those years ago in Gilneas.

Dissonantia sneered, “Shoulda demanded I change forms when I found yez there! Didn’t think it’d work, but you lot are too bleedin’ gullible! Too late now Jaie… YER SOUL IS MINE!” she roared, wrenching her hand back as a soul shard formed in it.

Jaie screamed in agony as she felt her soul begin to pull free from her body, “N-no… help… someone…” she gasped out.

… and then, suddenly she felt as if a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, and a voice whispered, “Even here, we are still bound… you are not alone Jaie Swiftpaw.”

The pandaren collapsed in a heap on the ground as Dissonantia grinned in triumph. “FINALLY! FINALLY FECKIN GOT ONE! I… eh…” she glanced at the soul shard, a look of confusion spreading across her features, “Wot in th’… ITS EMPTY!?” she barked, looking back at Jaie.

The pandaren was alive! Whats more, Dissonantia could tell her body was still ensouled! Her spell had, for the first time in almost two centuries, FAILED!

“Wot th’ actual bleedin’ feck?! IT DIDN’T WORK!” she roared in anger as she stormed over to Jaie’s prone form and kicked her hard in the face, sending her rolling across the floor.

Jaie barely felt it, her body paralyzed. SOMEthing had saved her from Dissonantia’s spell, but having her soul attacked directly hurt worse than anything she’d ever felt before. She gasped for breath, every nerve in her body feeling like it was on fire!

Dissonantia glared down at her, then reached into Jaie's pouch and pulled out a gemstone. It was the communication one Jaie, Nelen, and Nitika had worked together to craft for her and all their allies. The warlock scowled and threw it hard against the wall of the cavern, where it shattered on impact!

“Azzy.” she grunted, and behind her the Wrathguard appeared in a swirl of felfire. “Tie th’ bitch up ‘n drag her outta here to th’ ruins on th’ other side of the caves. I need ta work out why th’ feck that happened…” she growled.

Az’arad nodded, then walked to Jaie and slammed his fist hard into her face, and the pandaren fell unconscious.

A moment later the members of Unlimited Sin walked out of the cave, Jaie’s arms wrapped in sturdy chains as she was dragged along the ground.

Behind them however, the shards of her communication gemstone shimmered with a magical light.

Valdrakken, the Roasted Ram

Nelen blinked, hearing a sharp whistling from his pouch, then took out his gemstone and drew a rune on it. A map of the isles appeared in the crystal’s face, zooming in on the southernmost reach of the Azure span to show a blinking red symbol, the rune for ‘destruction’ in the caves there, flashing between it and Jaie’s rune.

Nelen frowned, “That can’t be bloody good…” he muttered, drawing a rune for ‘All’ and speaking into the stone. “Everyone, Jaie’s stone got destroyed. I’m heading to the Azure Span to see whats going on. It could have just been an accident, but I don’t want to take any chances right now.” he nodded.

Nelen had told the others about the stone’s features, but after Dissonantia’s defection they had altered them. In the event that a stone get destroyed it would send out a signal to one of the other, still active stones to alert them.

Nelen summoned his mount as he exited the Roasted Ram, then took to the skies and flew towards the southern reaches of the Azure Span… unable to banish his worries. Jaie had helped him make these, she knew how hard it could be to replace them. She wouldn’t just let her’s get destroyed.

The Azure Span, the ruined outpost of Vakthros

Jaie awoke with a start, then winced and hissed as the light hurt her eyes. She lay on the floor in the upper level of what was once the inn, looking around slowly. She felt like she was having the worst hangover of her life. Every inch of her body throbbed with pain. “… where…” she whispered, then froze as she heard voices carrying up through the passage to the first floor.

“Roight, I can’t feckin’ figure it out, but somehow that bleedin’ bear was protected from me takin’ ‘er soul… we’ll worry bout it once I can do some bloody research. CENOON! Wanna explain why yer trick didn’t make ‘er go all ga-ga for yez?!” came Dissonantia’s voice.

Cenoon sighed in an annoyed way, “She’s a lesbian.” he grunted, “I didn’t get a good enough look at her before, but its obvious to any sayaad once we can see them close up. My power works on their desires. I find the desire for them to bed a handsome and striking man like myself, then hook into that and force it to override all other thoughts and feelings they have… but it won’t work if that desire isn’t there to begin with!” he explained, sounding as if he was describing it to a five year old.

“DON’T YEZ TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME FANCYARSE!” she snapped, “So, yer crap only works if they like men eh?” she asked.

“Mmmhm. Now if a succubi tried it? No contest, Jaie would have been on her knees begging. But for me…” he let out an annoyed snort, “I guess I’m just not her type…” he hissed, as if the idea of not being anyone’s type truly vexed him.

Dissonantia growled, “Wotever… least we smashed th’ stone… lil’ miss pandabear can’t call fer help.” she grumbled, “I say we try th’ spell again and… eh?” she looked up at the door as Quzgup scampered through it.

“WICKED WITCH! We have trouble! Worgen wizard is here!” squealed the imp!

Dissonantia snarled, then let out a string of cursing in demonic that made Jaie’s ears ache, the pandaren curling up into a tighter ball. “… BUGGER ‘N BLAST ‘N DAMN IT ALL TA FECK!” she finished in common, “Azzy! Cenoon! Battle stations! Get ready fer a fight! Quzgup! Keep an eye on th’ prisoner! Xel’kek! Watch fer th’ other ones!"

In the caverns nearby Nelen growled, already in his worgen form, with Edwood standing nearby. He'd encountered Nelen as the worgen headed into the Span and the two had teamed up to watch each other's backs.

Nelen had shapeshifted as soon as he found the stone and the signs of a struggle, trying to pick up Jaie’s scent, and in his worgen form had recognized Dissonantia’s instantly! His own gemstone was out and he was speaking into it rapidly. “Everyone! Get to my location as fast as you can! Dissonantia is here and she has Jaie! I’ll try to keep her busy as long as I can!” he barked into it, placing the gem near the front of the cave to act as a beacon as he stepped out into the snows, growling furiously as he saw Az’arad and Cennon emerge from the inn across the bridge.

The mage flexed his claws and in a flash of arcane light there were suddenly four of him as he summoned a trio of mirror images, the worgen channeling arcane power into his claws. “DISSONANTIA!” he roared as the worgen emerged, glaring at him.

Edwood stood near him, readying his own fel magic as Guzzle hopped onto the snow, generating a burst of felfire. Ed glanced down at the imp and tapped him with his boot, “If Dissonantia is comin’ outta there that’s gotta be where Jaie is! Guzzle! Go find her!” he hissed.

The imp looked up at him and nodded, “Aye Captain!” he saluted, then suddenly vanished as he went invisible, a set of footprints marking a path through the snowfield.

Dissonantia didn’t even notice. She only had eyes for the two adventurers before her. “If I can’t take her soul I bleedin’ doubt it’ll work on them…” she growled, “But wotever that was, it can’t stop a feckin’ axe! AZZY! CENOON! KILL ‘EM!” she snarled, raising her claws and summoning several fel meteorites as wild imps scampered from the craters where they landed!

Inside the Inn

Jaie’s body still throbbed with pain as she tried to scoot closer to the window, but her arms were still chained up and her body ached so much she could only crawl. As she did however an imp kicked at her face.

“No no no! Stay put annoying bear!” barked Quzgup, “Mistress Dissonantia wants bear dead one way or another and if Quzgup has to then Quzgup will do it himself!” he snorted, generating a ball of felfire. “Wicked Witch would want to kill bear herself… but…” he grinned, looking down at her.

In her prone and injured state, the normally strong pandaren couldn’t even try to defend herself, the girl bracing for impact… then suddenly there was a loud CRACK!

She opened her eyes as Quzgup stood there, his face slack and his expression cross-eyed, the fireball dissipating in his hands… then slowly he fell to the side as another imp stood behind him holding an ancient metal tool. “Captain taught Guzzle how to fight dirty, like a proper Kul’Tirian!” smirked the fel imp proudly.

“W-what?” whispered the pandaren, “… you’re… you’re Ed’s imp right?” she tried.

Guzzle nodded, bowing dramatically as an explosion echoed across the snows outside, the windows lighting up with arcane light. “Aye! First Mate Guzzle here on Captain Edwood’s orders to spring Jaie from Dissonantia’s brig!” he grinned.

Jaie chuckled weakly, “You’re definitely Ed’s imp… Guzzle, she tried to tear out my soul. It didn’t work… but it hurt so much I can barely move…” she whispered, “… I’m chained up… can you get the chains off?” she asked.

Guzzle padded around behind her, then shook his head, “No. Chains padlocked. Guzzle can melt metal with felfire… but…”

Jaie winced, “Yeah, d-don’t do that…” she whispered, “Do you see a key anywhere?” she tried.

The imp looked around, then shook his head, “No, Dissonantia must have it.” he said.

Jaie frowned, the imp was right. Dissonantia would want to keep that close at hand. Her mind raced, she could barely move, her body hurt all over… her mouth felt like sandpaper after how hard she’d screamed from Dissonantia’s attack earlier…

She paused, feeling over her mouth with her tongue, and remembering something else she had in her pack. “Guzzle… in my pack, there should be a wooden flask. Its something Zhan-min made. He said it could help in a fight… I need you to get it out and pour it into my mouth…” she said, then remembering Zhan-min’s warning she added, “Just a little bit. It might be something dangerous…”

She felt guzzle open the pack on her belt, then after a moment the imp stumbled infront of her struggling to hold a flask almost as big as he was. “T-this one?” he asked her.

“That’s it!” she nodded opening her mouth as Guzzle set it down and worked the cap off. The air suddenly smelled of wet soil and ozone, as if a storm was approaching.

The imp carefully tipped it so that the neck of the flask was in her mouth, then held the bottom upwards so that the liquid would flow out… and then he became aware of a presence in the room.

Guzzle looked over as the brew poured into the pandaren’s waiting maw to see an observer demon floating up the stairs, the creature pausing as it saw Quzgup’s unconscious form and the newcomer.

“You are not warlock’s imp! WHO ARE YOU?!” demanded Xel’kek as his tentacles thrashed in fury!

Guzzle eeped, holding the flask with one hand as he channeled felfire into his other, preparing to lob it at the observer… then he heard a frantic kicking sound next to him!

Jaie’s eyes were huge, the pandaren having swallowed a sip, then another, then more and more as the distracted imp had held the bottle in place! She had to, it was that or drown in it! “MMPGH!” she shouted.

Guzzle yelped and jumped back, “Sorrysorrysorry!” he whined as the flask fell to the ground with a clatter… a very empty clatter.

Jaie coughed, “I… oh gods… w-what was in that?” she whined, “I… I feel weird… I…” she shuddered, the pandaren’s body starting to shake… and then she froze as her eyes went wide, sparks of electricity arcing along her fur.

Xel’kek frowned, staring at her. “Strange magic in pandaren…” he hissed, then yelped as a bolt of lighting shot out of Jaie’s upper arm and grounded itself in the wall near him! “D-DANGEROUS MAGIC!” he squealed, “MUST WARN WARLOCK!” cried the observer as he glided back down the stairs!

Guzzle whimpered as he took a step back from Jaie’, the pandaren having rolled onto her belly as she tried to get on her knees. “Er… um… sorry?” he tried.

Outside the Inn

Xel’kek raced out of the inn as fast as he could fly, looking around frantically. Dareley and Shalandrae had arrived as well, and the ruined outpost had become a battlefield as Dissonantia summoned any wild demons she could call to fight the forces against her! “WARLOCK! WARLOCK! POWERFUL MAGIC! DANGEROUS MAGIC!" he shouted.

Dissonantia growled, “NOT NOW YE BLOODY SQUID!” she barked in fury as she opened another portal, a pair of felstalkers bursting free from it as they raced towards Shalandrae, barking in fury as she smashed them off the bridge with one massive stone paw, the druid in her bear form once more!

“BUT WARLOCK! DANGEROUS MAGIC INSIDE PANDAREN!” he shouted.

At this Dissonantia paused, then looked back, “Wot?” she asked.

Then the top floor of the inn exploded.

Stone rained down around the area as the members of Avalon and Savage United ran for cover, a burst of lightning shooting up into the sky from the even more ruined building and hanging there like a ball of plasma…

“JAIE! BLOODY FEL NO!” shouted Dareley as he raised his shield against a rain of stone shards.

“KEELHAUL IT ALL, GUZZLE WAS IN THERE TOO!” came Edwood’s voice, “WHAT TH’ FECK WAS THAT?!”

Then lightning arced down to the middle of the bridge between them, and there was Jaie, standing stock still with her arms at her sides. Her head was hanging downwards, as her body seemed to shoot off sparks in every direction.

Everyone shielded their eyes at the moment of her impact, then finally Nelen looked up, “Jaie? A-are you alright?” he asked as he stared at the pandaren monk.

“Oh bugger…” whispered Dissonantia, “This can’t be feckin’ good… AZZY! KILL TH’ BEAR! NOW!” she roared.

Az’arad needed no more compulsion than that, the Wrathguard raising his axe and roaring, charging down Jaie from behind before her allies could even react.

Nelen prepared a spell as quickly as he could, as did Edwood… but then Az’arad’s axe came down, and in a spray of sparks Jaie wasn’t there anymore.

The Wrathguard stumbled to a halt, looking around in confusion. Then he bellowed in pain as there was a crack of lighting and Jaie appeared behind him, slamming her foot into her back as the impact erupted in electricity!

Her head was raised now, and her eyes glowed with lightning! She snarled wordlessly, then suddenly she was infront of Az’arad and her fists shot out one after the other, landing against the stunned demon’s midsection, each one letting off a thunderclap!

Az’arad’s eyes bulged as his axe clattered to the bridge, the demon’s body crackling with lightning at each impact as the blows sent electricity through his massive frame! Jaie roared and threw an uppercut, hitting him right up into the air, then she leapt and with a crash of thunder she shot around his form in a circle.

Suddenly, there were no less than six of her, one real one and five made of crackling electricity! Each of the copies slammed into him with a tremendous blast of thunder, then the real one smashed her foot into his torso with an even louder eruption of sound and sent the demon rocketing over Dissonantia’s head to crash into the wall of the ruined inn, bringing it down ontop of him!

Dissonantia stared at the rubble, then back at Jaie, her fangs bared… and for the first time, Nelen saw that she looked truly afraid. “Wot th’ actual fel…” she managed before Jaie was suddenly infront of her.

The pandaren glared at the worgen, “Y-y-y-y-you triiiiiied to t-t-t-t-take my sooooooul…” she growled, her voice stuttering like a piece of electronics shorting out. “I-i-i-i-it… HURT!” she bellowed, and electricity ERUPTED out of her, sending the warlock and her demonic allies flying in all directions!

Dissonantia crashed into some nearby bushes and scrambled to free herself, her eyes huge. “Bugger bugger… CENOON! XEL’KEK! DO SOMETHIN' DAMMIT!” she screamed.

Cenoon pulled himself free from the wreckage of some old crates, then lashed out at her with his whip! Jaie caught it without looking, her hand moving too fast to be seen. Her head snapped towards the incubus, then she let out a roar of fury and a blast of lighting shot back along the whip’s length like an electrical cable! Cenoon screamed in pain as the blast hit home, the incubus going rigid as he fell to the ground, smoke pouring off his prone form!

Xel’kek looked back and forth, the observer demon panicking, and suddenly Jaie was behind him. She brought her hands down hard as if spiking a volleyball right onto the top of Xel'kek's bulbous head and the demon crashed into the ground with enough force to crater it, squealing like a terrified pig as he landed.

Jaie landed then, her body jerking here and there as the violent energy inside her rocketed back and forth through her… and suddenly came Dissonantia’s trump card.

The felsworn Gremori rushed out of what remained of the Inn, the warlock having told her to hang back incase the fight began going badly, and she leapt towards Jaie!

Jaie caught her fist weapon in her left hand, then blocked her other one with the padded bracer on her right arm, glaring at her as sparks shot out of the corners of her eyes.

The renegade demon hunter just grinned back. “Ooooooo! Neat! I’ve never fought someone who can do THIS!” she cackled, “But ever hear the saying 'looks can kill?!'” she sneered as her tattoos glowed with a baleful light and she entered her demonic form! Her body swelled in size as her teeth became massive three inch long needle like fangs, her tiny horns growing and spreading into a pair of curling ram's horns as she sprouted a gigantic pair of bat-like wings, her feet transforming into wicked talons! The fires in her eye sockets flared, and then an eruption of felfire shot forth from them right into Jaie's face, engulfing her entire head!

From across the bridge Nelen roared, lashing out with a blast of arcane energy, but the demon hunter’s wing batted it away! The felsworn laughed with excitement at such an interesting foe, and then her laughter died away as the flames wore down to reveal a totally unhurt Jaie.

Her body arced with electricity, and this close Gremori realized what it was. The air around her was supercharged, acting as a shield! Her fel blast had been blocked from ever reaching her!

“Oh fu-…” was as far as she got before Jaie headbutted her in the face, slammed her elbow into her stomach, then landed three fast punches to her throat, then one hard elbow to her chest that made Shalandrae wince in sympathy even in her bear form.

The fel-corrupted elf fell to her knees as the injuries broke her concentration enough to knock her out of her transformed state, gasping as she clutched at her torso with one hand as blood trickled out of her mouth from the blows to her neck. She was far more resilient than normal elves, she even had scales on parts of her body! Normally she wouldn’t have even felt that… but Jaie was anything but normal right now!

Jaie growled at her, lashing out with her leg and sending her flying across the battlefield! Then she slid into another stance, her hands behind her, as she focused her chi between them… and Nelen stared at her as he felt the resonance coming off her.

“This feels just like that woman from the Vault… the one that Raszageth…" he muttered, then he recognized Jaie's posture, "EVERYONE TAKE COVER!” he shouted as he, Ed, Shalandrae, and Dareley dove behind whatever they could find.

As Gremori struggled to her feet Jaie lashed out with both arms, and rather than her normal chi burst a crackling dragon’s head made of electricity appeared over her hands, and an eruption of lightning akin to a laser blast shot forth from them!

Gremori didn’t even have time to scream. The blast hit her full on and sent her flying across another bridge, into the mountainside, and INTO the mountain itself as it bored a hole straight through the rock!

Nelen watched in horror, he knew that attack. He’d seen it just a few weeks prior… “Gordrinn’s fangs…” he whispered.

Jaie turned towards Dissonantia, electricity arcing all over her body, just in time to see the warlock finish her spell.

“FECK THIS!” barked the demon sorceress as she flexed her claws, and Jaie surged forward, her fist raised as it shone with lightning, sparks trailing off it, and Dissonantia’s eyes widened.

Mere milliseconds before it connected, Dissonantia’s spell triggered, and she and her demonic allies vanished in a woosh of felfire… but the warlock would never forget just how close that fist had come to hitting home.

Jaie stumbled to a halt, her arms hanging slack as she gasped for breath, her body still shining with electrical energy.

“J-jaie… lass?” tried Dareley, slowly walking towards her.

“DARELEY! STAY BACK!” warned Nelen, but before the dwarf could heed his warning Jaie screamed and fell to her knees, another surge of energy rippling out of her as the dwarf was sent onto his rear, his armor arcing with electricity as his beard hair stood on end!

“BLOODY FEL! WHAT IS GOING ON?!” exclaimed the dwarf, picking himself up as quickly as he could as Jaie fell forward onto all fours, her body shaking violently.

Then there was a sudden howl of wind and a pandaren kite swooped down with Zhan-min on it, Sekhi riding on his shoulder as he leapt off, his eyes wide.

“Ah no no no no… dammit girl I warned ya!” shouted Zhan-min in panic, “Just a sip! Just a damn sip! How much did ya’ll drink?!”

Nelen looked at him, his eyes huge. “Drink? Drink WHAT?!” he asked, “Zhan, whats going on?!”

Zhan-min was staring at Jaie in horror, “When we went to th’ vault I got somethin’ really powerful! Somethin’ that could make th’ strongest brew I ever made! But it was TOO poweful even fer me ta drink! So I gave it to Jaie! I thought she'd be able ta handle it!” he explained, “I warned her though! I told her not to drink more than just a lil’ bit at a time! She must’ve had too much!”

Nelen started forward, “Zhan, what did you use? What the fel did you make that beer out of?” he asked.

Zhan-min looked at Jaie as the pandaren monk cried out in pain, another flash of lightning illuminating the area. “… one o’ Raszageth’s scales.” he said in a resigned voice.

The others looked slowly towards Jaie. They wanted to help, but none of them could even get close to her in this state! “One of… that brew gave her the power of an Incarnate!” gasped Nelen, “But Jaie isn’t a dragon! She can’t handle that much elemental energy! No mortal can!” he shouted over the thunder as Jaie screamed in pain, her body shooting electricity in all directions, the bolts arcing off the nearby ground, the ruined buildings, the tree, whatever was close to her.

“I know…” whispered Zhan-min, “Dammit Jaie… I warned ya…” he whimpered, grief lacing his words.

Dareley shuddered as Jaie cried out again, her body shaking violently as the Storm Eater’s fury raged inside her. “W-we gotta do somethin’!” he shouted.

Shalandrae stared at her, resuming her elven form. “… we can’t… there’s too much lightning in her now. None of us can get close without getting killed…” she whispered in despair.

Then slowly, Sekhi padded forward, “… we can.” she said, her ears flicking back and forth, “Zhan-min ‘n I can…” she murmured in a faraway voice, her eyes wide as she fixated on Jaie.

The others looked at her, then Zhan-min set his jaw. “… ya’ll are right lil’ missy. I got Jaie inta this mess… I gotta get her back out.” he nodded firmly.

Sekhi walked forward, whistling softly under her breath, “Don’t try to resist it, just walk forward… This is Raszageth’s final song." she nodded, taking the pandaren man’s hand and guiding him towards their friend.

Lightning arced out of Jaie again and Zhan-min winced, but Sekhi stood firm as the wave of energy seemed to simply pass through them. “We are shaman, the elements are a part of who we are…” she said, her voice sounding rather unlike how she normally spoke. “We are all voices in Azeroth’s chorus, all part of her song… Raszageth's voice has become trapped inside Jaie's body, she wants to be free. We can help her.” she intoned as they drew close to the struggling monk.

She looked up at him, and Zhan-min’s eyes went wide. It wasn’t Sekhi who had been talking. He saw, reflected in her eyes, the power of the elements. “Send her song home, back where she belongs.” said the Shamaness, or at least, Sekhi’s mouth did as she placed one hand on Jaie’s shoulders.

Zhan-min swallowed, then nodded, putting his right hand on her other shoulder.

The two stood there, then raised their other hands towards the sky, and Zhan-min’s face slowly went slack as the lightning coursing through Jaie connected him to Sekhi, and suddenly, he heard the song as she did.

“… Niuzao’s balls Sekhi… this is what ya’ll’re hearin’?” he whispered.

“Hear it… hear the song, and send it home…” she replied. “Send Raszageth HOME!” she called out, then there was an unbearably loud crash of thunder and the whole area lit up like a thousand spotlights at once, illuminating the entire mountain range and the valley beyond, causing even the Tuskaar of Iskara to look up in shock at the display as the clouds glowed with the light from the valley below them.

There was a massive eruption of electricity as the energy in Jaie’s body shot through Sekhi and Zhan-min, but they didn’t resist it at all. It left no mark on them, it merely blasted upwards out of them and into the skies above… and for a moment a dragon made of pure elemental lightning soared up into the skies, flapping it’s wings as it gained altitude.

As the draconic manifestation reached the clouds, they all heard a voice cry out in joy before it exploded outwards, spreading out in a shower of sparks as rain began to fall.

Zhan-min shook himself, his head snapped around back and forth as he took in what had just happened, the rain beginning to soak his fur as Jaie collapsed under him. She was exhausted beyond all words, when she got back to Valdrakken she’d sleep for a week at least… but she was alive.

Sekhi slowly fell onto her rear, shaking her head. “Wooooooow… that felt yippin’ weeeeeeeeeeeird…” she chittered as the sounds of pounding feet came from the bridge.

“Are you lot okay?!” shouted Dareley as he stumbled to a halt, his armor clattering around him as he knelt down next to the pandaren, ready to beg, plead, and outright demand the Light heal her!

“Jaie…” gasped Shalandrae, then she let out a cry of relief as she saw her friend was alive, just too tired to move at all after her ordeal.

“Sekhi, what... what was that?! What did you just do?” asked Nelen as he looked down at her, then at Jaie, then he held a hand out to help the diminutive shamaness to her feet. He was a mage, he could feel how much power Jaie had inside her. In his experience what remained of Sekhi after channeling that much pure elemental lightning should have fit neatly inside a snuffbox... but she was, at worst, a little dizzy.

Sekhi squirmed up from the ground with his help, then said, “Raszageth’s song was angry… but scared too. She wanted to be free, where the titans or the aspects couldn’t hurt her again.” she nodded, looking up at the sky. “Now… she is. She’s th' storm now, she’s part of Azeroth’s song.” she smiled softly.

Nelen looked up, adjusting her glasses. “She… wait… she's an elemental now?” he asked, looking at where the draconic manifestation had merged with the storm clouds above them.

Sekhi shook her head, “She’s part of th' song… I ‘unno how else ta explain it.” she shrugged.

However, Jaie coughed. “G-guys?” she said, looking up at them all. “Um… I… don’t really remember most of what… just happened…” she said in a tired voice, “But…” she grinned, then held up her right hand and opened it to reveal a sharp looking fang. “… I got a souvenir…” she giggled weakly.

They all stared at the pandaren's outstretched hand, then finally Nelen grinned in disbelief and said, "Is that what I think it is?!"

The pandaren nodded, “… w-when I fought Az'arad... knocked one loose…” she chuckled hoarsely, “Tell Grimo… he owes me a drink… I… really need a drink… of normal beer… right about now…” she muttered as she trailed off, then collapsed. A moment later she started snoring.

Nelen smirked down at her, then laughed in relief, “All the beers Jaie, we’ll buy you the whole godsdamn bar…” he replied as he grinned at the others. “C’mon, lets get back to Valdrakken and get this monk a proper bed.” he nodded, walking a bit away and focusing, then opening a portal back to the dragon city.

Later they would celebrate like they hadn’t in ages, Grimo practically screaming with delight at the news that Jaie had gotten him the final piece he needed to complete his invention, but for now the heroes needed to rest.

In the skies of the Dragon Isles, a storm slowly blew out over the ocean, and thunder rolled. If you listened close you could almost hear a voice in it saying the word ‘free.’

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ok! lotrop 6 opinion postings. if you’re not tired of me yet. I don’t have a lot to say about this one since it was lots of action :/ BUT THERE WAS ORC THEOLOGY. AND EXPLORING THE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF TOLKIEN’S WORK AND THE UNFINISHED PARTS OF IT IN INTERESTING WAYS. and then something that might ruin the whole thing for me.

book discussion and stuff and rambling things and it’s under a cut. you know the drill.

OKAY. it has been a few days since I watched this because I’m really dragging my feet on typing up opinions so undoubtedly I’m going to forget something important again.

Starting off: the little tradition about the alfirin seeds is a cool addition. I like the idea of that being there. And I like the ties that Adar still has with elvish traditions. I’m guessing this is more of a moriquendi thing since we don’t see Galadriel or the other Noldor elves doing anything like this? I definitely think it’s cool for the different elves to have different battle traditions especially since I don’t associate Noldor with nature quite as much as some of the others. And we’ll talk more about Adar later.

also yavanna mention :D I always love it when they bring those guys up.

Anyways I really really liked the Isildur and Galadriel conversation. It was good to see a little look into more of her third age personality and who she’s going to become. She sounded very wise and caring there, which was really nice to see.

also damn isildur if only you could throw that ring like you threw that half-eaten apple into the ocean.

Like I said I don’t have much to say about action because that’s not usually stuff I care a lot about. I will say it ended up being quite a bit more gory than I expected from LOTR? Like quite a bit of eye horror in there with that fight with Arondir and the big orc guy. Wasn’t really expecting that and it was a bit unnerving.

When they revealed that the initial wave of “orcs” were actually the humans who went to go side with the orcs and that one dying orc said something like “they had to pay the toll... and now... you all will.....” my instant reaction was OHHHH KINSLAYING-BASED DIVINE WRATH but it was just usual orc wrath. When you don’t have rights to the kinslaying so you have to make a different kinslaying instead. but that was a good kind of “ohhh no” moment.

Bronwyn gets shot and I was pretty much convinced she was going to die. She’s both a girlfriend AND a mother so she’s at the top of the fridging list. But she lives! I like the little thing about her and Arondir promising to plant the rest of the alfirin seeds after the battle is over but instead he has to use them to save her life. plus sort of a tie back to the first episode when they’re talking about crushing them to make like some sort of fire powder thing? anyways I’m not like Devoted to these guys, they’re not nearly messy enough, but I like the little family thing going on. Interested to see where it’s going to go. Especially if this carries through to the last alliance and it’s enough time between that like... Bronwyn is going to get old. It’d be neat to see if they’re going to go an Aegnor/Andreth route with them? if they evoke the “do candles pity moths” conversation I will lose my mind.

Another little thing I liked is that Arondir seemed like he wasn’t going to sell out everything to save Bronwyn and she had that kind of defiant look on her face even though she was close to bleeding out. I like it when characters do the “don’t sacrifice the world to save my life” thing. But I also do like it when kids try to protect their parents so Theo being the one to speak out and save her life was good, I think.

anyways galadriel comes in to save the day! and some other guys I guess. theo being amazed by her was cute. everybody should be amazed by galadriel.

One tiny little thing is that I’d like Galadriel to wear her hair up in a crown like how she got her name. I’m a little disappointed they didn’t do that yet. With the training battle in ep 5 where she had her hair loose while sparring I was internally like girl... tie up your hair... MAIDEN CROWNED WITH A GARLAND OF RADIANCE but the most we get is a single braid. I think it would be super cool to see her pin it up like that for an Action Moment.

Now for the fun stuff in this episode which is the galadriel + adar conversation. I guess we’ll take it one at a time.

Adar: IS the father of the orcs and not a lost noldo like I thought he might be, which is perfectly fine though I do wonder some stuff about him like the mention of him being in beleriand and the similar design with the noldor armor. Maybe it’s something he stole I guess? It would be cool for him to be an ex-noldo. But I do like what we got and at least I like the idea that he hates Sauron. We all know he didn’t really kill Sauron but damn Adar that was nice. Those old leaks that he was somehow galadriel’s brother don’t seem to be true, thank iluvatar.

Galadriel: I’m so glad we’re seeing Messy Noldor Moments even if it’s only Galadriel that’s expressing them. I do want some more Messy Noldor Moments in Eregion/Lindon. still holding out for the celebrimbor and gil-galad beef. anyways I got some real “all shall love me and despair” vibes from her threats here.

The Actual Conversation: WE ARE CREATIONS OF THE ONE, MASTER OF THE SECRET FIRE, THE SAME AS YOU! I’M SO GLAD THEY GOT INTO ORC THEOLOGY!!! especially since it’s a thing tolkien never reconciled. where DO the orcs go when they die. morgoth can’t create sentient life therefore the orcs must be corrupted life but then they can’t be inherently evil because that goes against the idea that all things are inherently evil and unable to be redeemed but if that’s the case than the heroes mowing down orcs without a care in the world and refusing to show them mercy like they’d show to men who side with morgoth is a problem and then tolkien never figured it out. it’s super cool to see an adaptation digging into it this much!!!

like I think that’s one of the strengths is that they can explore the world in that sort of a way. digging into the things left unanswered. this and one of the interviews with the actor for gil-galad where he said that since there’s no definitive thing on his parentage he’s playing a bit into not only all the possibilities but also what in-universe that ambiguity could mean and maaaaan I want to see that. I want to see more of this stuff dealing with the different and contradictory versions of tolkien’s text.

AND HOPEFULLY NOTHING WILL RUIN THAT. HALBRAND.

ugh. hope this guy gets swallowed up by the volcano. If they do a romance between him and Galadriel it’s gonna suck. If he turns out to be secretly Sauron it’s gonna suck. If they do a romance between him and Galadriel AND he turns out to be secretly Sauron I’m going to go into an uncontrollable rage that will make mount doom look like a science fair project.

Like I’m bracing myself for it to happen at this point. And I really hope they don’t. Because like I said there’s some interesting potential with this show covering in detail some of the messier bits of the legendarium! I want to see the forging of the rings! I want to see Celebrimbor working with Sauron and then being betrayed! I want to see the fall of Numenor! AND I WANT ANNATAR DAMN IT. NOT HALBRAND.

still holding out for him being a future nazgul. but bracing myself for the worst. feel a little bit like galadriel staring down that gigantic cloud of ash but instead of a cloud of ash which would just kill me normally it’s the concept of galariel/sauron which would kill my soul.

I’m trying not to get mad at it before it happens because it might not happen. Moving on.

MOUNT DOOM SPLOSION TIME. That was very cool. I love the music that was playing during this. I am interested to see if anyone’s going to die because of it? Obviously we know a decent amount of the cast is going to survive because enough of them need to be there later.

I’m thinking if anyone’s going to die it’s probably going to be one or both of Isildur’s buds. We know he’s going to name his son Valandil so the current Valandil kinda has to go at some point before then I’m thinking. If any main characters are going to die it’d probably be someone from the Arondir-Bronwyn-Theo family... since everyone else either has something unresolved/is a canon character... but I think they definitely have more to do with Theo, Bronwyn just escaped her fridging death so I don’t think they’d give her a boiling death, and Arondir is too cool to die. at least not yet. if they go the aegnor/andreth route they’re going to have to do that later I think.

I mean I can still hope for dead halbrand. celeborn where are you I need you to rescue your wife from the possibility of this awful . I said I wouldn’t get mad about it anymore. I’m going to move on.

I’m really hoping Berek The Horse doesn’t die I think that would be so sad. isildur calling out for him as the explosions were happening :(. where do horses go when they die, tolkien? do they share the fate of men? is there a hall of mandos for horses?

with that pressing question. I await episode 7. and hope it doesn’t ruin things for me. I think we get more of the silmamithril plotline so I hope they fix that. there’s just a lot that could be happening. and it could go a really good direction or a really bad one and I have no idea. every week I wait in fear. don’t take the possibility of an interesting second age show away from me.

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my-worst-nitemare · 2 years

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IV - If You Die, I Will Kill You

Character Ages: Adult Genre: Angst Tags: Angst, lots of it, Overdose, Suicide Attempt, Self Harm, Boris get some help please, Theo get well soon, Hospitalization, Why do I make them suffer like this, Hurt/Comfort, There’s a little fluffy bit

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Part four of boreo oneshots.

Summary: Boris relapses and ends up in the hospital. Theo doesn’t deal with it well.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains suicide attempts by overdosing, self harm, and hospitalization. Viewer discretion is advised.

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The room was much too silent for Theo’s liking. Boris lay on the hospital bed, IV drip attached and oxygen tubes up his nose. He was breathing steadily, chest rising and falling as it should be. One hand lay over his stomach, the other in Theo’s grasp. He squeezed Boris’ hand, crying in relief at the fact that he was alive.

Theo had gotten home just hours earlier to find Boris laid on the floor, a bottle of pills in hand. Theo tried to get him to puke before calling it and dragging him to the car. He hadn’t remembered feeling this much panic since he was shot in the arm in New York. He dragged Boris to the hospital, anxiously sitting in the waiting room until he could see him (those were the most stressful 45 minutes of his life). Now here they were in room 505 with Boris alive.

“You idiot,” he whispered, clutching Boris’ hand even tighter, “you fucking idiot.” Visiting hours were over and he was ushered (kicked) out of the hospital, forcing himself to return home. Once he got home he broke down, kicking himself over Boris’ hospitalization. Should he have paid more attention? Asked how he was? Checked on him in the night?

The rest of the night was all a blur. He didn’t remember what he had done to himself. He woke up hungover and bleeding, the after effects of being high wearing off. He cried on his way to the hospital, realizing he had broken several promises he made to Boris since New York. Wiping his eyes, he grabbed a book (one of Boris’ favorites), and made his way up to Boris’ room.

“Hey, dumbass,” he sniffled, sitting down in the chair beside Boris’ bed and taking one of his hands. Boris was still asleep. A nurse came in a short while later to tell Theo about how he was doing.

“We don’t know when he will wake up,” she said, “He appears to have a lot of previous drug damage, so I wouldn’t expect any surprises. He took a lot of pills and his body is working to push them out.”

“Will you keep him once he wakes?”

“That depends on when and how he is, but most likely yes. Once he’s discharged, I recommend getting him some counseling.”

Theo thanked the nurse, turning back to Boris as she left the room, “Wake up soon, Boris, please.”

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It had been about a month since Boris attempted suicide and Theo was getting worse. The cycle of drugs and cutting continued for him. He knew he should be taking care of himself so that he could take care of Boris once he woke, but he had no motivation. Theo plowed through the drugs they used to take as kids, falling victim to the 10 year old acid tabs at the back of their bedroom drawer. He tried not to think about how disappointed Boris would feel if he found out about this, letting himself succumb to the drugs.

He drove to the hospital, another one of Boris’ favorite books in his hand. He made his way up to Boris’ room, and sat beside him, prepared for another day of holding his hand. But when he made it up to his room, he saw Boris sitting up, placing a bowl of soup on the table beside him. Seeming to have heard him, Boris turned to the doorway and waved at Theo.

“Am I in heaven or are you just an angel, Potter?” Theo flung himself at Boris, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other in his hair. Boris’ hands moved to his face as the two shared a kiss. Theo then buried his face in Boris’ shoulder, sobbing.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” he shouted, “Never again! I almost lost you Boris, please never do that again. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but don’t you dare do that again! If you die, I’ll kill you, Boris, do you hear me?!”

“I hear you and I’m sorry,” Boris replied, holding Theo close to him, “You did nothing wrong, ok? I didn’t mean to take so many pills, I promise you. Only wanted long sleep, not death. You need not worry.”

“I don’t care, Boris, you are never taking anything again. I’m not leaving you alone for a while either,” he lifted himself from Boris’ shoulder, opting for his arms to wind around Boris’ waist instead, “I visited you every day, of course I’m going to fucking worry.”

“I know,” he replied, “I heard you reading to me, felt you squeeze my hand. I couldn’t respond because I was too weak, but I felt it all. Which is why I want to ask you this now,” he squeezed Theo’s face, “How have you been doing, really? Do not lie to me, I know you have not been taking good care of yourself.”

“How could I with the thought that the love of my life might die?”

“I am surprised you did not end up here with me, with those bandages, but am also very glad. I would have kicked your ass.”

Theo shied away slightly at the mention of the bandages on his wrists. He had attempted suicide himself a week or two prior, waking up bleeding on the bathroom floor. After discovering he had failed, he wrapped up his wrists and tried to process what he’d just done.

“You thought you did good job at hiding from me? I know you, Theo, and I know when you are not well.”

“We can worry about me later, Boris, you’re in the hospital for fuck’s sake!”

“Please, Theo, I need to know. Why?”

“The love of my life was dying in a hospital bed and I was partially to blame for it. I wanted to die, thinking it would make up for putting you there.”

“Theo…”

“I went back on drugs, took the acid tabs from when we were kids. Got high out of mind so I would think you were just sleeping in the room next door. I remembered New York and how I couldn’t do the same for you.”

Boris stroked Theo’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “How about we both try and stay clean, yes? So this doesn’t happen again. I’m ok now, see?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I’ll be there for you more, we’ll talk about these things.”

“Do not be sorry, I did not want you to know.”

“I love you so much, Boris, never do that again dammit.”

“I love you too, Theo. You know the same goes for you.”

The two curled up on Boris’ hospital bed, holding onto one another for dear life.

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 8 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 18

*Warning: Adult Content*

If there's one thing I notice when I see Daemon and his brother, Theo, standing next to each other, it's that they look nothing alike.

While Theo is paper-white pale, Daemon's skin tone is darker, tan and sun-kissed, with a golden warmth to it.

Theo's blonde hair is slicked back with gel, a stark contrast to Daemons, which is dark and kind of shaggy and honestly he's in need of a haircut but somehow the rolled-out-of-bed style suits him.

And while Theo is freshly clean-shaven, Daemon's stubble forms a five o'clock shadow on his jaw.

They both have dark eyes like Lucien but they just don't look like brothers at all.

As I stand in the entryway with the three insanely tall Alphas, it's a bit intimidating.

Especially with Theo inspecting me like I'm a cell sample under a microscope.

I just keep my head down like Daemon told me to because yeah, this dude is intense.

"So this is the Omega you took in from Blood Creek?" Theo asks skeptically.

"Yes. This is Ash," Lucien places his hands on my shoulders. "And Ash, this is my son Theo.

"N-nice to meet you," I stutter out meekly.

"I just find it kind of strange," he ignores me.

"What use does he have? Why take in an orphan all of the sudden?"

I'm a bit put off by the way he says it, noting the disapproval in his tone.

But it's not surprising with the way he's looking at me like I'm a bug.

I see Daemon's jaw twitch as eyes his brother with disdain.

Lucien sighs as if he expected this.

"Theo, do I really have to explain my choices right now? It's a sensitive topic for Ash and I really don't think..."

"He's telling you to fuck off, Theo. And I second that," Daemon interjects, a smug look on his face as his brother glares at him.

"I don't believe I was talking to you, dunce," Theo huffs.

"But I suppose imbeciles like yourself don't understand what a tête-à-tête is."

"Shut the fuck up. Stop talking like you think you're Harry Potter."

I'm mortified when I let out a small snicker at Daemon's comment, quickly trying to cover it up with a cough as I restrain the smile that threatens to surface on my lips.

But as I look up at both of them, at Theo who's scowling as his face reddens and at Daemon who wears a shit-eating grin, looking proud that he's amused me, I know my 'cough' isn't believed.

I feel Lucien's grip on my shoulders tighten ever so slightly.

"Boys, behave," his voice filled with warning toward his sons.

"You're both adults, so act like it."

Daemon wasn't exaggerating when he said he and his brother don't get along.

After a painfully long dinner, while Daemon and his brother go back and forth as Lucien looks like he's about to lose his shit, I'm finally able to escape to the living room as they go to the study for their pack business, whatever it is.

Apparently, they need to aid the Blood Creek Pack, which is having some conflict with a rival pack.

But that's about all I hear before they are off, leaving me to my own devices.

As I sit down on the sofa, I try to recall what we ate but I can't remember whatsoever.

Probably because all I've been doing is replaying the moment I had with Daemon in my room earlier.

If Lucien hadn't interrupted us, what would have happened?

And do I wish something had happened?

Does Daemon?

I just don't know.

I have no idea what he's thinking or how I should act around him now.

I mean we're still not on the best terms.

But it's all so confusing. Ugh.

I should talk to my friends about this.

That reminds me, I wanted to call Wren and check in on him.

So I pull out my phone and do so.

It rings three times before he picks up, sounding confused.

"Ash..? Why are you calling?"

"I just wanna talk with you..." I say, not knowing how to address the situation.

If there even is one.

"Look, if it's about how I was at lunch today, Lylah already called me out on it. But I'm fine, really. I'm just going through it right now."

"You are? Wren, you should've told me. I've been so worried about you."

I hear him sigh into the microphone.

"Ash, I don't think it's something you'd understand."

"Of course I will!.Tell me what's bothering you," I prod, wanting to be the support he needs.

"I don't think so."

My heart drops, disappointed he doesn't want to confide in me.

Does he not trust me enough?

But I want to respect his boundaries so I don't push any further.

"Alright. I didn't mean to bother you..."

"It's okay Ash," he reassures me "I'm not bothered."

There is finality to his statement, signaling I should drop it but I don't want to end the call so soon.

So I decide to bring up another topic.

"Oh yeah, Jay wants to hang out with us outside of school. Isn't that awesome?"

Wren is quiet for a moment.

"He wants to hang out with us? Or just you?"

His passive-aggressive tone makes me nervous, worried I've said something wrong.

I thought Wren would be happy about hanging out with Jay.

He seemed excited about the Alpha during lunch, at least before he suddenly left.

"W-well I think he meant with all of us. And I would be more comfortable if you and Lylah were there anyway."

"Ash, I don't have time for this. My mom's calling for me so I have to go," he hangs up abruptly, leaving me at a loss.

I can't help but feel like I've just made the situation worse.

He didn't seem like he wanted to talk to me at all.

And that makes me sad because I want to talk to him.

He's one of my best friends but he just feels so distant and I have no idea why.

Is he already tired of me?

Just like I was worried about when I first met both him and Lylah?

That could be what's happening.

But I really hope that's not the case.

I won't be able to bear it if it's true.

I need my friends more than anything.

They accepted me and showed me kindness and I can't let them go now.

I'm just going to need to work hard to get on Wren's good side again.

I text Lylah a few minutes later, telling her what happened with Wren and she tells me she hasn't been able to get anything out of him either.

Just what is going on with him?

Feeling down, I decide to turn on a show.

I flip through the channels, getting mesmerized by a cartoon with bright flashing colors.

I'm still watching when Daemon and Theo walk in, presumably done with their meeting.

Embarrassed, I quickly turn it off but the remote fumbles in my hand and I drop it.

Shoot. I snatch it up, sheepishly turning to see Theo giving me that inspecting look again.

"I see you've become quite comfortable here, Omega."

"He has a name, dipshit," Daemon snaps at him.

Pshhh.

It's not like Daemon ever calls me my name either.

It's always "Omega this, Omega that" but I guess to him it's only okay if he says it.

One thing I can say is that I'd take him calling me Omega over Theo calling me it any day.

The way Theo says it makes my skin crawl.

Theo scoffs at his brother.

"Quit being so touchy, Daemon."

"Quit being an idiot then."

A small smile comes to my lips as I watch them argue.

Two grown Alphas getting on each other's nerves is pique comedy to me apparently.

Daemon notices, of course, giving me one of those narrow-eyed smirks that has me shyly looking away.

I almost want to stop him as he starts to get ready to leave but what would I say?

He's not anything to me and I'm not anything to him.

We're just two people that have to put up with each other.

But as I watch him leave through the entry, staring at the closed door for a minute, something possesses me to stand up and go after him.

I rush outside to the porch, breathless, only to find Daemon and his car have already gone.

Awe man.

What was I hoping for anyway?

I sigh disappointedly, about to head back in when I hear the clearing of a throat beside me.

I jump as Theo steps out of the shadows, scaring me half to death.

Was he there the whole time?

"Oh, I didn't see you there," I say, trying to be friendly but it just feels awkward.

And he definitely doesn't look like he's in the mood for friendliness.

"I'll get straight to the point, Ash Willow. You've got my father wrapped around your little finger and I don't like it. I don't know if you're trying to worm your way into inheritance or want to influence him because he's the Head Alpha but you'd better not try anything. Because I'm watching you," he accuses, lip curling threateningly.

I blink once.

Twice.

What did he just say?

"I... that's not..."

Theo holds up a hand.

"I don't want to hear it. Just think about what I've said. Because all the odds are against you, little rat."

He leaves me on the porch, utterly speechless.

That was not what I had in mind for the first meet with Daemon's brother.

And I can't believe he thinks I have those kinds of intentions with Lucien.

That's absurd.

And to even call me a rat... that's just rude.

I hope I don't have to see him again anytime soon.

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yanderepuck · 9 days

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Let's see if Cybird comes out with a new card by the time I post this

Edit: they did not. I am forced to use the same 3 cards on shuffle

But uhhh similar to the fic with Theo with an mc who wears a choker. Bc it's hot and if I'm trying not to write Theo smut then it's being passed along to Drake

"What's this?"

You yell out in surprise as Drake hooks his finger under the choker you are wearing after you enter his room to bring him lunch. You wear it everyday, how has he not noticed?

You barely had time to set the tray down before he pulled you closer.

"Drake," you whine "I'm busy right now."

He keeps his finger around the choker, keeping you close to him. You bit your tongue. If you let yourself slip you were going to let out a moan.

"I didn't realize little fawns needed to be collard. Does that mean you need a leash too?" He chuckles but you so badly wanted to say yes.

"I hope this doesn't mean Theo claimed you, calling you his dog and all."

"Wha- no! It's just a choker, I don't know how you never noticed it before," you pout at him and try to move his hand off. "Now if you will excuse me-"

"I don't," his arm goes around your waist to keep you against his body. "Why don't you stay here and entertain me on his rainy day?"

There was no gap between your bodies. He wasn't giving you a choice, just waiting for you to agree.

"Just because the rain stops you from working doesn't mean it stops me."

"Then a little break then," he suddenly tugs the choker again, this time getting a moan out of you. "That's what I want to hear."

Your face gets red. You wouldn't say you don't want this, it just wasn't part of your plan.

"How trained are you?" He smirks. "On your knees," you drop down to your knees, no hesitation, still looking up at him. "Good girl," his hand brushed through your hair.

"Come this way," his finger hooks into your choker again and leads you towards the bed. He sits on the edge, his legs spread, pulling you between them.

"I need to get back to wo-"

Your words get cut off by him putting his fingers in your mouth.

"You were a good girl a moment ago. Don't tell me you want to ruin that," he removes his fingers. "Now how are you going to entertain me.

You rest your head on his lap, looking up at him. "If I'm on my break why should I be doing the work," you smirk up at him.

He can't say he was expecting that. "Talk like that again and I'll make sure you choke on my cock," he stays stern but you feel like playing around.

"Choke? I don't think that thing could make me gag."

"Then you shouldn't have an issue."

He undoes his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. He leans back on his hands, moaning as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth.

"Good girl," his hand runs through your hair before pushing your face down into his crotch.

His tip hits the back of your throat, and you squeeze in his thighs as he keeps you there.

"You said you wouldn't have a problem," he smirks, not letting your head go until you actually start pushing against him.

He pulls your hair to bring your head up. You cough and try to catch your breath.

"What happened, fawn? All bark no bite I see."

"I would have been fine if you would have let me do it on my own," your chest heaves slightly.

He stands up, pulling you up to your feet with him. "Since you failed, I'll use you in a different way."

He kisses you as he starts unbuttoning your shirt. The moment he can touch your skin he squeezes your flesh, running his hands against you roughly, as if he's been craving you.

Moments after your shirt came off so did your bra. By the time you felt the cold air on your skin your skirt was also on the floor.

"Drake.."

"Quiet."

His lips grazed against yours. You thought you could feel his fingers against your thigh, but that didn't feel quite right.

"Don't move."

Whatever was crawling against your skin went up to your hip. It jerked away from you and that's when you realized it was a knife, and it just cut your underwear open.

Your heart was beating fast, but you could tell if it was out of fear or arousal. He cut the other side open so that your underwear fell to the floor.

The cold blade slipped between the small gap between your neck and your choker, giving it a tug.

You kept your eyes on Drake, who in turn was looking at you, licking his lips.

"If you're going to wear this often I'm going to have to get a leash so I can walk you around."

"I'm sure you have some rope around here that would work just fine," you smirk up at him.

He holds you close with an arm around your waist while you push his pants down to his ankles.

"Now why don't you take your shirt off, I shouldn't be the only one that's topless."

He moves the knife away from you as his grip on you tightens. Quickly, he turns and tosses you into the bed. Before you can even get situated Drake has his shirt off and is pushing your legs apart.

"If I use rope on you it's going to be used to tie you to the bed," he leans down and kisses you hungerly. "I want to keep you tied up and ready whenever I want."

You can't help but moan at the thought. He takes your hands, pinning them to the bed.

"I need a stress reliever after a hard day."

He kisses your neck, nibbling at the soft skin around the choker while his tip teases your hole.

You squirm slightly, trying to force him inside you.

"A hard day of giving shitty tours to pretty women? Such a hard- ohh!"

He quickly thrusts into you, getting as deep as he can without forcing your legs even wider. His thrusts get rough fast.

"Your moans are much prettier than your voice."

You wanted to say something back, but all that came from your mouth were moans. One hand let you go in order to squeeze your chest. His hand grabs your tit, squeezing it tightly before moving to pinch your nipple.

"Ahh!" Your body jerks not expecting it. The smirks and rubs your nipple harder, enjoying watching you squirm.

"You're so loud," he thrusts faster, hoping you'll get louder. "Everyone here surely knows how good I make you feel."

His fingers dig into you again, and his lips are back on your neck. Using his teeth, he holds onto the choker and pulls on it.

You moan louder, your hips bucking up, now feeling his cock thrust in at a new angle.

"Drake!"

"That's what I like to hear," he sits up to hold your hips. He pushes you down into the mattress so he can be even rougher.

Your hands dig into the pillow under you, squeezing and pulling it. Your moans become screams as he gets ruthless. It was more about his pleasure than the both of you getting off.

"H.. harder... harder!" You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your tongue. Drake smirked and lifted both your legs over his shoulders, throwing into you harder and deeper.

You tighten around him as you get closer. You whine as you start feeling bliss, your body getting filled with ecstasy.

Drake kept going, even after feeling you cum. He was close but not quite. You try opening your eyes to look at him, panting and moaning. He pushes you into the mattress harder, making sure you don't move at all.

He takes in a sharp breath and he finally fills you with cum. As he catches his breath, he lets your legs drop, the last of his cum leaking into you.

He doesn't pull out for a few more moments, but when he does, he lays beside you. You let your body relax and start thinking about how you need to get back to work.

Drake pulls you in the cuddle, your face in his chest. "If it's still raining later, make sure you stop by again," he kisses the top of your head.

"As if," you pout. "Maybe you should come looking for me instead."

"Be careful. Wherever I find you, I will bend you over right there. I don't care who is watching."

You let out a soft moan at the thought. "F-fine. But I won't come by until after dinner."

"Sounds like I have dessert."

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝙻𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Later the three are stood in the kitchen, Theo is all washed up and wearing clean clothes. Bobby leans against the kitchen counter while Dean is stood beside Theo, who holds a phone to her ear.

"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me" They go silent for a beat "Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles" They go silent for another beat "Social is 2-4-7-4...Thank you" Theo hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table. Dean follows.

"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asks, following after the two.

"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" Theo says. She opens the laptop which starts on a web browser. She types in the address for Arc Mobile "Hey, Bobby?" She says, picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around "What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?"

"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy" Theo holds her gaze for a moment.

"Right" She then looks at Dean "How many cars?"

"What?" He asks. She raises her eyebrow and he sighs "10" She doesn't stop her look at him "Fine, 15" She looks back down at the computer.

"Sorry for the cars, Bobby" She says, without looking up.

"It's okay, they were already broken anyway" Bobby clasps Dean on the shoulder "Besides, it did let him get his stress and such out" The laptop beeps.

"Gotcha, Sammy" The display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The location reads: Phone Location: 263 Adams Road Pontiac, Illinois “Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois"

"Right near where you were planted" Dean says.

"Right where I popped up" Theo says, looking up at the two "Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"

Later, the three walk down a dingy hallway and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by an attractive young woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly.

"So where is it?" She asks. Dean looks at Bobby and Theo, confused.

"Where's what?" He asks.

"The pizza..." She says "that takes two guys and a girl to deliver?"

"I think we got the wrong room" Theo says. Sam then steps into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey, is..."Sam stops dead when he sees Theo. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between Theo, Dean and Bobby.

"Heya, Sammy" Theo says quietly, with much feeling" Sam is silent. Theo steps into the room, ignoring the brown-haired woman, who steps aside to let her in. As Theo gets close, Sam pulls a knife and lunges at Theo. The brown-haired woman screams; Theo blocks Sam's attack while Bobby and Dean pull Sam off, gripping him around the shoulders. Sam struggles to get out of their grasp.

"Who are you?!" Sam shouts.

"Like you didn't do this?!" Theo says.

"Do what?!"

"It's her. It's her" Bobby repeats, trying to calm Sam "We've been through this already"

"It's really her, Sammy. She's alive" Dean says. Sam stares at Theo as the struggle slowly goes out of his body.

"What..."

"I know" Theo says, advancing cautiously, staring at Sam "I look fantastic, huh?" Bobby and Dean lets go of Sam, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls Theo into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby and Dean look on with tears in their eyes. Sam pushes Theo back to arm's length. The brown-haired woman looks at them, confused.

"So, are you two like...together?" She asks.

"What?" Sam asks, remembering that she's there "No. No. She's my sister"

"Uh...got it. I... I guess" The woman stutters "Look, I should probably go"

"Yeah" Sam says "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry"

Sam, not wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the woman, not dresses in an blue plaid shirt, out.

"So, call me" She says.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy" Sam says.

"Kristy" The woman correctly, disappointed. Theo snorts making Sam turn around to glare at her but she turns her head and whistles.

"Right" Sam says, turning his head back around to Kristy. She then leaves and shuts the door. Sam walks over to the bed while Dean and Theo are stood beside each other with their arms crossed.

"So, tell me, what'd it cost?" Dean asks. Sam smiles, looking up at Dean.

"The girl? I don't pay, Dean"

"That's not funny, Sam" Theo says. Sam pauses his action "To bring me back. What'd it cost?" Sam goes back to what he was doing "Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?" Sam asks.

"That's exactly what we think" Bobby says.

"Well, I didn't"

"Don't lie to us, boy" Bobby says, intensely.

"I'm not lying"

"So, what now," Theo begins advancing towards Sam "I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it. You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this"

"Look, Theo" Sam says standing, angrily "I wish I had done it, all right?" Theo grabs Sam by the front of his shirt.

"There's no other way that this could have gone down. Not tell the truth!" Sam breaks Theo's grip.

" I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Theo, but no demon would deal, all right?" Sam looks to Dean "Ain't that right, Dean" Theo looks at Dean, who looks away guilty. Sam looks back at Theo "You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So, I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Theo, I'm sorry"

"It's okay, Sammy" Theo says, relenting "You don't have to apologize, I believe you" Theo looks to Dean, he sees her look.

"Look, I-" Dean is cut off by Theo.

"No, it's okay" Theo says, smiling at the two "The both of you did what I would have done. But we gotta stop, we all do. Us being the martyr we are, could be our downfall, Ok?" Dean and Sam nod.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Dean and Sam's souls remain intact, but it does raise a sticky question.

"If they didn't pull me out, then what did?" She asks as the three share glances.

Dean, Theo and Bobby are seated on the couch. Sam enters and passes out bottles of beer, then sits across from Theo.

"So, what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Theo asks.

"Well, once I figured out, I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback

"All by yourself" Bobby says "Who do you think you are, your old man?" Dean sees something, frowns, and crosses towards it.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up" Dean picks up what he'd seen which was a pink flowered bar. He holds it up.

"Oh yeah. I really feel your pain" Theo scoffs.

"Leave him alone, Dean" She says while Dean sits beside Sam.

"Anyway, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here" Sam says.

"When?" Dean asks.

"Yesterday morning"

"When I busted out" Theo says, taking a drink.

"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby questions, looking at Theo.

"But why?" Sam asks.

"Well, I don't know - some badass demon drags me out and now this?" Theo says, raising the beer to her mouth "It's gotta be connected somehow" She takes another drink.

"How you feelin', anyway?" Dean asks.

"I'm a little hungry"

"No, he means, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" Bobby says.

"Or demonic?" Bobby tilts his head in a 'you tell me gesture' "Guys, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?"

"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you lose out of the goodness of their hearts" Bobby says "They've gotta have something nasty planned"

"Well, I feel fine"

"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning" Sam says "We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help"

"I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking"

"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot" Dean says.

"I'll be right back" Bobby says, standing up and walking away. Theo stands to leave before Sam stops her.

"Hey, wait" Sam says, standing "You probably want this back" Sam reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a picture, holding it out to her. She grabs it and unfolds it to reveal its the picture that John gave her in the hospital before he died. The picture shows a new-born Theo being held by John with the words 'Daddy's little princess' "I figured you didn't want the picture to get dirty or start to crumble. And for your bracelet, well, I sorta lost it"

"Oh, you mean this one" Theo says, holding up her arm to show the bracelet. Sam looks at it confused "Dean found it under the sofa, he guessed you must have dropped it when you were in a hurry" Sam nods as Theo places the picture in her back pocket.

"Hey Theo, what was it like?" Sam asks quietly. Theo looks up at him.

"What, Hell?" Theo asks, making Sam's eye twitch. Dean secretly listens "I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing"

"Well, thank God for that" Dean says, taking a drink of his beer. Theo looks at him.

"Yeah"

Theo flicks on the light of the motel bathroom and stares at herself in the mirror. She runs a hand over her chin and leans forward on the sink. She begins to have hallucinations of her bloody, terrified face with screams and eerie sounds. Theo looks behind her in the mirror to see the other Theo smirking at her. She quickly turns around, but no one's there. She blinks in confusion.

"I'm going fucking crazy" She mutters.

Bobby leads the Winchesters down a set of steps.

"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up" Bobby says as he gets in his car.

"I assume you'll want to drive" Sam says. He pulls the keys out of his right pocket and tosses them at Theo, who catches them easily. She chuckles.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" She approaches the Impala and runs a hand along it lovingly "Hey, baby, did you miss me?" Theo gets in the driver's side, settles in. She sees an iPod plugged into the stereo, pauses, and gives it a dirty look. Dean gets into the passenger seat, while Sam gets into the back, smiling. Dean notices the stereo and the two turn to glare at him.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asks.

"That's an iPod jack"

"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up" Theo says.

"Theo, I thought it was my car" Dean looks at him.

"No, she gave it to me" He says, glaring at Sam.

"No arguing boys, or you’re both in the back seat" Dean sneers, sighs, and turns the key in the ignition. ‘Vision’ by Jason Manns begins to play. Dean rolls his eyes and glares at Sam again, looking pained.

"Really?" Sam shrugs innocently. Dean rips the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat besides Sam. Theo then turns the car on and begins to drive away.

The three are back in their familiar places, having a heart-to-heart in the Impala on a dark road.

"There's still one thing that's bothering me" Theo says.

"Yeah?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or...got bit" She chuckles at her own wit "How'd you two make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you"

"Well, she tried. She couldn't" Sam says.

"What do you mean, she couldn't"

"She fired this, like, burning light at me, Dean had been over besides you so wasn't in range of being hit but it...didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something"

"Immune" Theo repeats.

"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or us" Sam says "She left pretty fast after that"

"Huh. What about Ruby" Theo asks "Where is she?"

"Dead. For now" Sam says. Dean bites his lip, like he's not sure he wants to ask.

"So, you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?" He asks.

"No"

"You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on"

"Nothing, Dean. Look, you two didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road" Sam looks at Theo "It was practically your dying wish."

"Yeah, well, let's keep it that way" Theo says.

"And what about your freaky powers" Dean says, looking to Theo. She hums in response.

"My healing mojo?" She says, glancing between Dean, Sam and the road. The brothers nod "I'm not too sure. I mean I think my arm's healed up from when Bobby cut me" Theo takes one hand of the steering wheel to lift up her sleeve to reveal no sign of a cut.

"Can you do that?" Dean asks, looking at Sam. He shakes his head "So you’re not like Sam, so we don't have to worry about another going down the wrong path" Dean chuckles. Theo shakes her head.

"Not funny, Dean"

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