I don’t know what to caption this. They are in love. Pate is their son. I made this right when I was about to sleep so now I can pass out in peace knowing this is what I’ve contributed to the world
it had been his idea to break up to begin with. you were left with no choice but to accept it. you sobbed in his chest that night, clinging to his t-shirt as he simply sat there and let you. he let you slip away hours later, embarrassed and hot to the touch, nose running and breath uneven. he had even sighed in relief to see you go, envisioning how good the new women would look in his bed, legs spread for him. he was happy to see you go.
until he saw another man’s fingers graze your shoulder, trailing up the slope of your neck before curling around it. theo saw the excitement flash in your irises as he squeezed the sides, hips swaying against yours as the vibration of bass-heavy music shook your frame.
an ugly feeling settled in theo’s stomach when the other man’s lips hovered over yours, extending in what felt like slow motion. theodore glared to no avail, only met with one singular shit-eating grin from the man. theo felt his nails dig into his palm as he curled his fists in an attempt to keep him marching over there and taking back what was rightfully his. you.
seeing you wandering around alone, roaming empty halls of the dungeons with a sway in your steps, unconsciously making your way to theo’s dorm made him unable to resist.
you looked so sweet in your dress, tight and dark red, clung to every curve and dip. theodore would have never let you out in such a short dress, especially when he knew just how disgusting men’s thoughts could be. including his.
you jumped as his heavy hand landed on your shoulder. but a faux sugary sweet tone and charming grin was all it took to get you to follow him inside. leading to where he is now. grunting and tracing his finger down the familiar line of your spine as you lay limp against the edge of his mattress. threats of mattheo pushing past the unlocked door of their shared dorm at any given moment pushed theo to thrust harder, faster.
theo bent over your frame, nuzzling his nose into your hair that smelled more like alcohol than your shampoo. he nosed at your neck, licking the salty sweat-coated skin. his hips moved against yours, pushing his cock inside you until it stretched your walls and prodded at the spot deep inside you. you weakly whined, throwing a hand behind you in a feeble attempt to get your ex-boyfriend off of you.
but theodore couldn’t care less. he relished in the tight and familiar squeeze of your velvet walls around his cock, the warmth of your skin, and the curves of your body melding with his own.
I love that bells hells in whitestone is like. terrorize percy’s child. sneak around whitestone after dark. almost explode on top of the ziggurat. break percy’s windows
I want fearne to get the other shard so bad, just burn everything in her path, have chaos and warmth renewed in her soul tenfold (and then gush about it to her demon boyfriend)