#Deek thanks you <3

[ask-deek]

Hello Deek!

I have some leftover fresh  Cauldron Cakes, would you like some?

Fresh cauldron cakes....For...for.. for Deek??

🥺

👉👈

Deek would love to have the leftover cauldron cakes if you do not want them. Deek will happily share them with all of his friends, Elves, Witches and Wizards alike! Deek thinks it's important to share things with your friends. It makes everyone happy! Deek loves it when everyone is happy.

*Deek happily takes the cauldron cakes with a beaming smile and places them on a tray*

Deek has some butterbeer he can give you. Deek would love to share this with you, as you have shared with Deek!

*Holds out a barrel of butterbeer and a glass*

🍻🍺

#Deek thinks #Deek speaks #Deek thinks this is adorable #Deek thinks it's great to share! #Deek LOVES cauldron cakes #Deek thanks you <3 #<3 #Hogwarts Legacy #Deek

[sealpaws]

9 and 20 for you and Deacon! :D for the self ship/canon asks

yaaay thank you!!

9. How did they know they were right for each other?

i actually don't know... i had to rewrite from the beginning since my first s/i was a bit edgy and not well thought out.

the first thing that comes to mind is deacon gives me his "recall code" paper and my s/i, thinking they were hilarious, ate the paper to keep his secret (which they already knew)

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes?

we're both pretty quiet! but deacon is the one who planned our wedding while i just watch and listen with heart eyes. yes baby, we can get married in red rocket. yes i'll hang the christmas lights. dogmeat is ring bearer? hell yeah baby

#im realizing i havent thought about my ships too much O_O #all i know is yearning #r: deeks #ask game #thank you kasperrrr <3

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/18/2024 Crew Recap

TLDR; Summary: #HoistTheAds and Astroglide OFMD both happening tomorrow 1/19/24; UK Fans We Need Your Help!; New Hashtags/Petition Link; David Jenkins/RhysDarby/TaikaWaititi Troll us with Hidden Stuff; More Articles; Petition Status, News That Gives Us Hope for S3, and Rhys Darby in Shorts.

Note: Please feel free to let me know if I missed something important, if I'm incorrect, if the formatting pisses you off, or whatever, I take constructive feedback <3 thx lovelies.

Need to catch up on recaps? ofmd daily recaps

==Things You Don't Want To Miss Tomorrow 1/19/2024 and 1/20/2024==

EDIT: HOIST THE ADS: This might be starting at 12 EST - https://www.tumblr.com/renewasacrew/739916790295052288/join-us-in-just-over-10-minutes-at-midnight-est?source=share

#HoistTheAds is finally coming to NYC and LA tomorrow. There will be Flyovers, Billboards, etc. As of right now it looks like its just happening every few minutes on the billboard for the next day.

Tumblr Info

Twitter Info

==Astroglide Watch-A-Long at 1/19/2024 1 PM PST ==

To clarify exactly how it works, basically what they're doing is asking you to stream on the service of your choice starting at Season 1 Episode 1, and Astroglide (and Squishables might be joining) will be tweeting reactions as they go.

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=UK Fans! We need your help! @lamentus1 was kind enough to give us updates on the efforts going on over the UK!=

UK specific OFMD fans in groups on Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook are trying to come together to push for the BBC to air OFMD Season 2 in the UK since they haven’t done so yet!

So many UK fans can’t actually watch the second season *legally* based off a tumblr poll that @lamentus1 did recently, and a third of fans who voted can’t even watch OFMD because it’s not on in their country!

The current plans are:

Email two key people at the BBC:

Sue Deeks (Brought OFMD to the UK) --- [email protected] Charlotte Moore (Chief Content Officer ) --- [email protected] Email Prompt: if you need an example:

Send Tweets regarding wanting Season 2 to Air on BBC on twitter (same hashtags from @renewasacrew I believe but it that's incorrect please let me know!):

BBC2 IPlayer

The ongoing twitter thread for this is here

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====New Articles ====

BBC fans fight to save cancelled show, with petition reaching 58,000 signatures

'Our Flag Means Death': Fans Rally to Save Cancelled Show'

Our Flag Means Death: Fans campaign to save queer pirate comedy

---Articles in Dutch---

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=Cast and Crew Seen in the Wild=

**START OF DISCLAIMER: This whole thread on Djenkins and Taika's mother in law is fan theory at this point, read into it as you will, but think of it like tabloid news**

The most exciting and I think ... brain candy worthy today was Rhys and David posting a BTS picture of Rhys in the colonial hat/outfit. It sparked some interesting ideas on the status of season 3.

I have to say, hats off to the folks over on twitter @fowlfiend for making this connection

Earlier today, Chaos Dad, David Jenkins posted the following picture of Rhys that Rhys shared on his Instagram with a song attached to it called "I'm a Man" by Jobriath.

Now, all well and good right? Rallying cry to all the crew! BUT Twitter folks think there's a deeper meaning and I'm inclined to agree.

How fucking cool is that? Thank you to @lamentus1 for pointing out also that Chaos Dad's post had the "three finger" I love you which is yet another 3 today.

Add to that, Taika's Instagram's been pretty quiet lately, and he happened to post a picture today of his mother-in-law @veraora on IG for her birthday, which just happens to have... 3 pigeons in it. Once again, thanks @lamentus1 for bringing this to our attention. ---also please wish VeraOra Happy birthday!

Now, could all of this be just coincidence? Sure, but where's the fun in that? Seems like we're going on a treasure hunt.

**END OF DISCLAIMER: This whole thread on Djenkins and Taika's mother in law is fan theory at this point, read into it as you will, but think of it like tabloid news**

===Other Chaos Dad Posts on Twitter===

=Hashtag Updates / How you can help=

@renewasacrew Has done some cool stuff and made saveofmd.com direct to the petition site. This should help with being able to share more easily. Full thread here on tumblr

Today's Goals and Hashtags Per @renewasacrew

#ArentYouGLAAD #SaveOFMD #TheNumbersWereThere

=Petition Status Updates=

Petition hit 60K all!!!! GREAT JOB! Just in time for Time Square tomorrow!!

I didn't see a drastic change on a lot of the fundraisers so I'm not adding those today--- I think we've had a big day as it was with the stuff around David posting without posting about season 3.

So I thought I'd end with some more info from our lovely @TheCozyPirate on twitter, the lovely person who exposed the information about how s3 was already in preproduction. They seem to have more insight in a lot of this.

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=So if your question is, is it making a difference? Why doesn't dad just come out and say it? Here's some insight:=

And this next one helps me to feel like we're still heading in the right direction. "If there were nothing viable, he would be able to say that. He would never, never let this go on if hopeless". I think is pretty uplifting.

Lastly, I think you all should be damn proud of yourselves with these calls, as a former Customer Support Person, I appreciate you all so damn much for keeping it kind and polite! Stede would be proud!

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Finally-- one last thing, since today's theme on tumblr is trolls getting all up in our faces, just remember you do not have to engage with them if you don't want to. If you want to have kind discussions, and you feel up for it, go for it, but don't feel obligated to defend the community.

We all know we care, we all know we're doing a great fucking job at taking care of each other, helping awesome causes, and still having fun while doing it. You don't have to prove to anyone that you are allowed to enjoy your pirate show that means something to you and spend a few bucks to support it.

Don't let people who are struggling with their own trouble take your light. Enjoy things, have fun. You deserve it.

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On a lighter note to end on: I have a serious question for all of you.

Who gave this man the right to wear these fucking shorts? Good god.

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means us #our flag means gay #renew as a crew #arentyouglaad #save ofmd #save our flag means death #stede bonnet #rhys darby #david jenkins #chaos dad #daddy jenkins #proud pirate daddy #saveofmd #taika waititi #Sorry this is earlier than planned #I gotta finish taxes tonight #so if something exciting happens in the next 4 hrs feel free to update! #ofmd daily recap

[writeandsurvive]

Author's note: I liked this idea at first and I still do, but I'm not I did a good job at writing it. Sorry if it's not great.

Summary: You always respected rule 12, until you couldn't anymore

Warnings: angst and comfort, 'normal' ncis stuff, mostly based on ep 20x14 'old wounds', ex/booty call, jealousy, Alden being a dick to the team, happy!Gibbs in Alaska

Damaged Goods ~ Alden Parker

You've always respected Gibbs' rules, they actually became a code for you to live by. And Rule 12 - never date a coworker - was in your top 3, because you saw how bad it could turn. You saw Gibbs and Jenny having this strange connection, Tony and Ziva invading each other's lives but never being able to be together until very recently (let's be honest, it can only work because they left the agency), and lately Nick and Ellie. Lots of struggles and heartbreak. The only exception being your friends from LA, Kensi and Deeks. Every rule needs its exception, and since they had this spot, you knew it wouldn't work for you.

And surprisingly, you did pretty well all those years. Never dated someone from the office, nor even a federal agent. You never even had a crush on someone from NCIS.

But that was before.

Before him.

Alden Parker.

At first, you told yourself it was just some kind of attraction because let's be honest, this man is incredibly gorgeous. Knowing you'd never act on it - and Alden didn't seem to feel the same anyways - you decided to call your booty call a little more often; someone you actually dated a while back, with whom it didn't really work but the sex was amazing. You're a human with needs after all.

The team knew Joel, except for the two new additions, Alden and Jess. So when J dropped you off at work after a night at his place and kissed you goodbye under Alden's eyes, he immediately assumed it was your boyfriend, which you didn't see the point of denying.

Seeing Joel more regularly worked for a while, until it didn't. Spending more and more time with Alden, discovering about him and all those things he loves, seeing him take care of his plants like a dad, bringing pastries almost everyday, showing love and support to the team,... You weren't just attracted to him, you were developing feelings for him.

When a case involved his ex-wife Vivian, you realized how bad you had it. You felt jealous about how he still cared for her, thinking he may still be in love with this woman. And you were just envious of Vivian for being married to this man for ten years. How could she let him go, you'll never understand.

Despite the way you felt towards her, you offered support to Alden when she got shot. Showing up at the hospital with food as she was still in surgery, you told him he could count on you if he needed anything. It took you by surprise when he reached for a hug as a thank you, you didn't have time to appreciate it, his body against yours, his arms around you, his smell right up in your nose. It was all over too soon.

For weeks after this event, he never talked about Vivian again, so you convinced yourself she got back to her life and nothing was going on between them. You were relieved and happy.

Meanwhile, you kept seeing Joel, and he asked you to be his date at a family wedding. You had no reasons to refuse. But working for NCIS being what it is, you had to change and prepare yourself at the office. Jess and Kasie helped you with hair and make up, and allowed you to leave only when they were satisfied with their work. Walking back to the bullpen, you immediately spotted Joel talking with the boys. He looked very handsome in his fancy suit, but your eyes quickly fell on Alden who was already staring at you. You shyly smiled but he turned his face. When you finally reached them, Nick whistled at you. "Looking hot, mama!" You giggled and thanked him.

"Wouldn't say it that way, but Torres is right!" Tim agreed.

"Why thank you very much, Timmy."

You looked back at Alden's desk but it was empty. He had disappeared. Shaking off the deception - you'd have loved to know what he thought - you focused on Joel, who grabbed your hand and made you spin. "You're gonna outstage the bride." He then gently kissed your lips and that was when you saw Alden again from the corner of your eyes, upstairs, near the MTAC entrance. Fucking Houdini. His face was unreadable.

When you came back to the office on Monday, things with Alden had changed. He got distant with you, teaming you up with everyone but him, not getting interested in your free time anymore, and barely answering when you got interested in him and his life.

You couldn't help but get hurt at his behavior. And your defense mechanism was to hurt back, so you ignored him even more. If you told him three sentences a day, it was a miracle and it was strictly about work. Moreover, you were back to calling him 'Parker' or 'Sir', after switching to 'Alden' months prior. Maybe you were being petty, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

What hurt the most was when Parker invited the team for game night at his place, and you only heard about it by Kasie. "What do you mean you're not invited?"

"I mean I didn't get an invite, a question, a text, a call, or a damn pigeon."

"I'm sure he counted you in anyways. We're a small group, he knew it'd reach you."

"Doesn't matter, I'm not going."

Somehow, by the end of that day, Alden stopped you in the hallways. "Hey, are you coming tonight or not?"

You stared at him for a second before laughing sarcastically, "Kasie scares you that much?"

"Look, I just assumed you'd spend the night with Jonas--"

"Joel." You corrected, arms crossed over your chest.

"Joel, right. But anyways, I didn't think you'd want to come, so--"

"You assumed wrong, Parker. Very wrong. But I don't want your pity invite, so I'll not be there." You started to walk away from him but he was quick to grab your arm and make you face him again.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me. I let my --" he sighed. "I shouldn't have assumed. And I'd really like it if you would come to game night at my place."

Alden really looked apologetic and sincere. All you wanted to do was say yes after asking him why he had been acting like this with you. No, the complete truth was that all you wanted was to close the gap and kiss the life out of his man. You wanted his hands and mouth on you, his cock inside you, his noises in your ear.

You never felt this way before, and it scared the shit out of you.

"Too late, I made plans with Jonas." This time he let you leave.

It was a big fat lie though. You spent the night alone in your apartment, drinking, and feeling sorry for yourself. And before you knew it, you were booking a plane ticket to Alaska for the following weekend. You didn't tell anyone you were going to visit Gibbs. All they knew was that you requested your Friday and Monday off to leave town. Of course, everybody assumed it meant a little getaway with Joel.

It felt amazing to see Gibbs after months, and you were so glad to see how well and peaceful he looked. He showed you his new place, took you around this little town he called home - it didn't take long -, he took you on a boat ride, and fishing. Photography being one of your hobbies, you spent lots of time snapping anything that caught your eye. At night, you'd eat his infamous steak, and have a drink on his porch, facing the lake and mountains. "So, you gonna tell me why you're here?"

"I told you, I wanted to see you. I miss you."

"I miss you too, sweetheart, but I'm no idiot. Talk."

You told him everything and much to your surprise, Gibbs laughed once you were done. "Laughing at my misery? Alaska makes you mean, Leroy."

"I'm laughing because you're the idiot."

"Wow, thanks?"

"Parker has a thing for you. It's obvious. He's ignoring you cause he's jealous of Joel. Who, by the way, is still desperately in love with you." Gibbs laughed more at the face you made. Pure confusion, you looked like you were trying to figure out string theory. "Here, have one more." He poured you another glass of bourbon, and watched you drink it in one swallow.

"Okay first things between me and Joel are pretty clear --"

"Maybe for you. Honey, all you have to do is snap your fingers and he's there, despite breaking up with you, because--and I quote 'this job doesn't leave you much time for us'"

You sighed and went for the bottle but Gibbs grabbed it first. "Not yet." He said, putting it by his feet.

"Now, about Parker. He's friends with Tobias you know, and Tobias calls me often."

"Okay?"

"Parker asked Tobias about you, soon after he joined the team."

"What kind of things did he ask?"

"Things you like outside the office, your backstory, if you were in a relationship..."

"I don't believe you."

"Call Fornell, and you'll see."

"I check on Toby every week, we try to see each other whenever I can and he never said anything about that."

"Because he knows."

"Knows what?"

"Alden could be your Shannon, your Diane, sweetheart."

You tried to enjoy the rest of your trip, but you couldn't. Everything Gibbs told you was replaying in your mind and you tried to remember whatever you could, any interaction with Alden that wasn't work related. Were Gibbs and Fornell reading too much into this or were you completely blind? As an investigator, this made you question your abilities. If he really had a thing for you, how could you not notice? Or was he a really good actor?

You thought about Joel too, and maybe a part of you knew that but selfishly, you never questioned it too much. It was nice to have someone to call whenever you needed, whether it was for sexual relief or just have someone there to hold your hand, which he always did.

On the plane back home, you decided to have a very thorough and honest conversation with Joel. You didn't want to lose him as you really care about the man, but it was for the best.

But you came back to a weird vibe at work. As you got into the office on Tuesday morning, everyone was already here except Alden - admittedly you felt relieved as it gave you more time to prepare yourself to see again - and the team got you up to speed. "We had a case yesterday, a murder that looks like drugs related and Parker stormed off. He's been MIA since." Jess informed you.

"I went to his house last night but he wasn't there. Called, texted and nothing."

"That's not very Parker like," you conceded, puzzled by what they were telling you.

They gave you more details about the case, and theories they had thus far - wasn't much - and Alden finally walked in. "That's a W. For Wills, Clayton Wills." He quickly took his coat off and threw it in his chair. You sat back at your desk, and started to do research on this Clayton guy. Nick asked about pastries and Alden immediately lost it on him.

"Do I have to do everything around here while you just beg for pastries and sit on your ass at your damn desk?!" He angrily shouted, standing face to face with Nick. Who was this guy?

"Agent Parker!" You all heard from upstairs, where Leon Vance was standing. Alden sighed and walked to the director.

Everyone agreed that something was very wrong.

During the day, the team made progress on the case, but Alden wasn't calming down. He kept snapping about everyone, making it sound like the team was just a bunch of useless investigators. He wasn't with you though, as he was utterly ignoring you. You honestly felt invisible. If you said something, Alden would answer to someone else, like it wasn't you who talked.

This was a side of him you never saw before and you didn't like it very much. By the end of the day, you were all in the evidence garage, when a man in a wheelchair arrived, asking for Alden. "You're Jeremy Brighton?" Tim asked him with a smile. "My wife and I love your book and your podcast! - Tim McGee," he extended his hand.

You all proceeded to introduce yourselves, but when it got to you, Jeremy already knew your name. No time to ask for some explanation as Alden walked out of the elevator and a moment later, you knew why this case was personal to him; Wills' case was the one that got Jeremy in a wheelchair. It explained a lot, but it didn't minimize Alden's behavior with the team. Especially since he kept snapping, until Vance actually benched him on Wednesday.

You never meant to eavesdrop on Alden and Jeremy's conversation in Autopsy, but they arrived, not knowing you were the supply closet. The door was slightly opened, you could hear everything they were saying and it was obviously too late to let them know you were there.

"It was my bullet that hit your spin, Jer! And that guilt is eating me alive." His voice broke and you felt shivers in your entire body. You wanted to get out and hugged him forever.

They kept arguing back and forth. Jeremy telling his best friend it's not easy to live with Alden's guilt on top of everything, and Alden saying that his hobbies are just a way to fill the void. That man was broken, the guilt had been slowly killing him for years.

"Since we're spilling the beans, are we going to talk about her?" Your ears tickled.

"Not a chance." Alden was stern.

"She's as pretty as you told me, more even." You could hear Jeremy's smile. "Don't tell Josie I said that though."

Alden's small laugh was a bit covered by the body drawer being closed. "I will if you don't shut up."

"I may have made a mistake -- I guessed her name before she told me." Oh yeah, they were clearly talking about you. You smiled despite yourself.

"What the fuck? Jer! She's not stupid, she's gonna question that!"

"Well you could tell her you've been pining over her since you joined."

"I haven't --"

Jeremy laughed. "'Jer, she was so pretty today.' 'Jer, she figured out the case all of her own, she's so smart.' 'Jer, she has a boyfriend. Of course she has one, how could a woman like her stay single?' 'Jer, I can't stop thinking about her, I need a lobotomy.' Should I go on?"

"I think I need a new best friend." You heard the automatic doors opening and closing and then silence.

So... It was all true? Alden has had a thing for you for over a year? He's been pining over you? While you had a thing for him too? You wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Cry for the lost time and the pain of the past months, and also for Alden's pain and guilt. Smile because the man you loved had feelings for you. Your stomach was jumping inside of you. You had to sit for a moment to process and figure out what you were going to do.

Obviously, having the conversation during this case wasn't an option, so the goal was to get it closed as fast as possible. Which the team did once you found out evidence against Wills. But of course, Alden was sent home by Vance instead of joining on the op to catch him.

However, Alden refused to let it go. After calling Tim to 'check', he went rogue; left Jeremy in his apartment, grabbed his gun and went to get Wills himself.

~

Seeing Alden holding Wills at gun point, his pretty face bleeding, and the pain and the guilt written all over his face, was your breaking point. You put your gun away, and slowly walked over to him, not caring about the team being there. You stared at his face, saw the tears in his eyes. But he wouldn't look at you, he kept staring at Wills who was on his knees. You let your hand run over his arm, until it reached his hands. "Let it go, Alden." You whispered, pressing on his hands so he would stop aiming at the scumbag. "Look at me." He shook his head no, but dropped his aim. The team proceeded on handcuffing Wills, but you didn't pay any attention to that. You grabbed the gun from his hands and handed it to Nick, slightly nodded at him. A silent understanding that they could go.

It was just you and Alden, in that dark forest. Thanks to some spotlights several feet away, you could see his face clearly as you stood in front of him. He looked down, still avoiding your eyes. You put your hands on each side of his face, softly stroked his beard for a moment before forcing him to look up. "We got him. You are okay and most importantly, Jeremy is okay. He seems to be a very happy man." At this moment, he locked eyes with him, slowly figuring out that you knew the entire truth. "It wasn't your fault."

How, he wanted to ask. It got caught up in his throat when you wrapped his arms around his neck, and held him tight. His shaky arms wrapped around your middle, and his face buried itself in your neck. "Not your fault." You repeated, playing with the small hair in the back of his head. He cried in your arms.

You drive him home with his car, holding his hand the entire ride. The music filled the silence, you didn't want to pressure him to talk. Once at his house, Jeremy was still there and immediately asked what happened. Alden just apologized, grabbed a beer and disappeared into his greenhouse. "Do you know a ride home?" You offered to his friend. "I'll come back here and stay if he lets me."

"He will, he needs you. He's--"

"I'm in love with him, Jeremy." You spurred out, not realizing the words leaving your mouth before it was too late.

Jeremy smiled. "I figured, but I'm glad to hear it. He's been self sabotaging his life and relationships since the accident, and he probably won't be easy 24/7, but please, stick with him. He's worth it."

"I've been told I'm pretty stubborn ever since I was born."

"Hopefully, you're more stubborn than he is."

"Are you done talking about me?" You heard from the greenhouse. You should've been embarrassed by the fact Alden probably heard your confession to Jeremy, but you were planning on telling him at some point, so you didn't. Plus, you were confident by the fact that he had feelings for you too.

"I'm leaving, pal. Looks like you're in good hands. I better see you at Eli's game this weekend."

With Jeremy gone, you joined Alden. He was drinking his beer while checking on his plants and flowers. "How do you know?" He asked, without looking at you.

"I heard you and Jeremy talking. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy or anything, I was there and you didn't see me--"

"I ruin everything I touch. Don't listen to Jer, you should leave before it's too late."

You knew that no words would convince him at this moment, so instead of talking, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his. It was the most meaningful first kiss you ever had. You tried to tell him how much you loved him with that kiss, and Alden returned with the same intensity. He held you by the back of your neck, trying to get you as close as possible to him.

You only separated when the need to breathe was too important. "Let's get this wound clean up."

As well as all of his other wounds.

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker fanfic #alden parker imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis imagine #alden parker x reader #nick torres #gibbs #tim mcgee #jess knight

[ejzah]

This little story was requested by @mashmaiden, who wanted twin shenanigans.

***

Human Playground

“Dada, mo!”

“Ok, 1, 2, 3…liftoff!” Swinging Sophia in his arms, Deeks spun her arid in a series of fast circles. He came to a sudden stop after about 10 seconds, briefly tossing her up in the air before he settled her in the crook of one arm.

“Caya pin!” Caleb demanded, bouncing on his tiptoes as he reached up. Deeks put his free hand on his hip and looked down at the 15 month old. He started getting worn out about five turns ago, but who was he deny his children? Especially when they gave him pleading little smiles.

“Ok. One more spin, but then that’s it,” Deeks told Caleb, turning to include Sophia in the statement. She stuffed half her fist in her mouth, letting out a mischievous giggle. “Oh, you two are trouble.”

***

Kensi found Deeks 25 minutes later, laid out on the floor with Sophia and Caleb crawling over his legs and torso. It was a fairly adorable sight.

“Babe, are you ok?”

“Merry-go-round,” he responded, lifting his head just enough to eye her. “For half an hour.”

“They wore you out, huh?” Kensi asked, sympathetically. She squatted and brushed her fingers through his hair.

“They could give some of our former suspects a run for their money.” At that moment, Caleb crawled up his stomach, smacking a hand in the center of his chest. “Thanks.”

“Hi mommy,” Caleb said, grinning up at Kensi as he continued to play a surprisingly rhythmic beat on Deeks’ chest. Not to be outdone Sophia scrambled over to his side.

“Hi sweetie.” Kensi grabbed the patting hand and kissed it. Caleb brought his palm to his mouth in his best attempt at blowing a kiss back.

“Dada seep,” Caleb informed her in a loud whisper.

“Yeah, he’s very tired,” Kensi agreed.

“Dada up. Up, up, up!” Sophia shouted, tangling her fingers in Deeks’ hair, and tugging with each repetition of the word.

“Ok, how about we give daddy a break? I think he’s been a playground for long enough,” Kensi suggested, grabbing first Sophia and then Caleb under the armpits and depositing them on the floor next to Deeks.

“Thanks,” Deeks sighed, tucking one arm under his head. “I don’t know how humans so tiny can cause so much pain. One of these days they’re going to be the death of me.”

“And you’ll love every single moment,” Kensi predicted, and Deeks smiled.

“Mm, you may be right.”

She leaned down to kiss him, just a soft brush of her lips. “Our baby ninja assassins are lucky to have you.”

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi twins #fluff #ejzah fanfiction

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi. This is an ask for Vostanik Sabatino ❤️ again. The prompt is: 65. You taught me some lessons, those are my blessings. Thank you so much.

References to future series: The 3 Times Sabatino Tried to Propose and the 1 Time He Did

Nik had never realised how closed off he’d been. Not until he met you. He’d put on a good front, the Sabatino persona you’d call it, but he hadn’t let anyone get to know him on any in-depth level.

Not until the evening he found himself sitting in a car with you during a stakeout shooting the shit. He’d never told anyone about his fascination with true crime podcasts, the fact he got hooked after Serial and then tumbled down a rabbit hole. He liked investigating along with the narrator, hearing the story unfold.

That’s the night he remembers how to laugh again, how to share a part of himself with someone else. His job has made him guarded, mistrustful. He has no family left; his friends fell away because he was barely in the country and his colleagues…

The less they know about him the better.

It isn’t until he’s in his hotel room in Washington after Synder’s death that he realises just how disappointed he is to miss that second date with you. When he reflects on the past few years, and he realises just how lonely his existence has become.

It’s in Afghanistan that he learns to love again. You teach him that he’s worthy of affection, that he deserves to be looked after, cared for. With you he becomes Nik again, the man that enjoys singing rock music when he cooks and books that challenge his thinking. It’s during those months that he learns that there’s room for more than just Sabatino, there’s space for Nik too.

Now as he sits in Deek’s bar, sipping a beer and watching your fingers play along the buttons of the jukebox he can’t believe just how far he’s come. These days he has a job he loves on US soil, friends that he trusts with his life. He’s singing again, playing gigs in Hollywood, recording with his band. He’s built a life that he never would have dreamed of and he knows that it’s because of you.

@kmc1989 @thiashazzywriting @words-and-seeds

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[densi-mber]

Rushing Home with their Treasures

“Ooh, what about this?” Deeks asked, holding up a tiny green and red elf costume.

“I don’t know,” Kensi said, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “It’s cute, but also kind of ugly.” She rested her hand over her stomach, absentmindedly rubbing a few times. “Those dresses are really cute, though,” she added.

Deeks followed her gaze to the smallest imaginable velvet dress with a poofy skirt.

“That is adorable,” he agreed. “We could get it.”

“But then we’re going to end up with three possible sets of everything to cover all the possible girl/boy scenarios. Besides, we’re supposed to be getting gifts for family and friends, not the twins.”

They’d taken advantage of a afternoon when neither of them had any appointments or work to knock out some of their holiday shopping. The giant display of baby paraphernalia had sent them on a half hour detour.

“Ok, where do you want to head first?”

“Well, I thought since Rosa’s gift is probably going to be at least partially custom-made, we should probably get that taken care of before it gets too busy,” Kensi suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” He saw Kensi give the baby clothes another look before finally turning in the direction of the jewelry department.

“How can I help you today?” the assistant at the jewelry counter asked as they approached. “We have some lovely pieces on sale today and all earrings in this display are 50% off.”

“Thank you, but we’re actually looking for a pendant for our daughter,” Deeks explained. “This is what we had in mind.”

An hour later, they walked away from the counter with pamphlets, paperwork, and the promise of their personally designed necklace in a week’s time. In the end, they’d settled on a design a series of interlocking hearts that incorporated each of their birthstones, with space to include the twins’ once they were born.

To some, it might sound slightly cheesy, but Rosa valued anything that linked her to her found family. From the pictures spaced throughout the house, to Deeks and Kensi’s names on her school forms. The necklace just happened to be a very purposeful and more extravagant addition.

“I think she’s going to love it,” Kensi said, examining the example pictures they’d been given. They strolled past a couple food vendors on their way out and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “Mm, cinnamon rolls.”

She gave Deeks a sly look, and he chuckled, veering off towards the Cinnabon. “C’mon, we can’t let you and the Pastry Babies starve. Especially when there’s literal pastry to be had.”

Kensi looped her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“So, where to next?” Deeks asked once they both had cinnamon rolls the size of his head in hand.

Peeling off a strip of glaze-covered dough, Kensi slowly at it while she considered his question. “That boutique Anna likes is across the mall, we’re getting Rountree and Fatima’s gifts at the Christmas market, so maybe your mom’s?”

“Sure. Though we are definitely not getting items 2, 3, or 7 from her wish list.”

“Oh, you mean the lingerie, dirty truth or dare game, and aphrodisiac gift basket?” Kensi said, licking icing off her finger. “Yeah, I’m thinking we need to pass those on to Arkady.”

“Ew,” Deeks commented, giving a full-body shudder. “Ok, you want to meet up in the accessories? I’m gonna grab some coffee to wash down the sugar and hopefully burn the thought of aphrodisiacs, my mom, and Arkady from my mind.”

Snorting, Kensi leaned in for a kiss. “See you in a few.”

Deeks joined the line for one of the many coffee shops sprinkled around the mall’s main floor. When Kensi was out of sight, he ducked out of line, making a beeline for the baby department. It only took a few minutes to locate the racks of Christmas outfits they’d looked at earlier.

He grabbed the tiny green dress, smiling as he headed for the register.

***

A/N: So much fluff this densimber! And yes, I’m still manifesting twins all day, every day.

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[writing-intheundercroft]

When We're Older || Mine

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Word Count: 9,640

Chapter Rating: Explicit (warning: smut, PIV sex, NSFW, MDNI)

A/N: Thank you as always to my beta, @happyaccidentsonly :) chapter updates may be a little slower with the holidays fast approaching, but still loving this story and Seb <3

November 1892

“What are you doing on Saturday?”

Theo looked up at Sebastian; her hair was in a long plait, and he couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the end.  She was used to the gesture, knowing he wanted her attention.

“I was planning on staying in,” Theo shivered.  It was November, and the winter chill had arrived early. “We’ve got exams coming up, and my brain is still buzzing from the Halloween masquerade last weekend.” she groaned.  

Sebastian smiled at the memory; the masquerade had been a highlight of his fall term, the night spent dancing around the Three Broomsticks with Theo, dressed in matching serpentine masks.  He’d tugged her upstairs to the room Sirona rented to long term boarders, hastily casting silencio and a locking charm on the door.  They had been the last ones to leave the pub, Sirona commanding them out the door at midnight.  When Sebastian had returned for his shift the following morning, she’d made him scrub the room from top to bottom.

Worth it, he thought.

“I was thinking we could have a quick dinner together,” Sebastian lazily threw his arm around her. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a night just the two of us.”

“Are you sure about that?” Theo raised her eyebrows, fighting back a salacious smile.

Sebastian rolled his eyes; bribing Deek to stay out of their business in the Room of Requirement would soon bankrupt him. “I meant a proper date.  You and I, sitting down to dinner with one another, in a public establishment.” he shrugged. “Saturday, early evening?  We can get back in time to quiz each other on the potions exam.”

Theo kissed the back of his hand. “Saturday it is.” she said happily.

The pair walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom; Sebastian settled into the desk he shared with Ominis, while Theo sat across the room with Natty. 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Ominis chirped. 

“A bit,” Sebastian mumbled. “Spent most of it studying for the Runes exam.  Don’t tell her, please.”

“I won’t, but you know she’ll figure out you failed the last quiz eventually.” Ominis cautioned him.

Sebastian was exhausted.  Terribly, unbelievably happy for the first time in what felt like eons, but absolutely exhausted.  Between working for Sirona, researching solutions for Theo, and keeping up on his classes, Sebastian was averaging no more than five hours of sleep a night.  His regimen, which he’d artfully crafted the year prior to keep him on task, had become a burden. Sebastian was up for the day by five o’clock, and usually collapsing into a deep sleep at midnight.  Theo was constantly chastising him for staying up, but he couldn’t help it–his grades were slipping in all his subjects, and he kept falling behind on his assignments for Ancient Runes.  Even Amit, one of the most agreeable students at Hogwarts, had moved to his own desk after enduring two months of Sebastian’s constant questions.

The only nights Sebastian ever got a decent sleep were the ones spent sharing a bed with Theo. Deek had become quite the clever businessman, suddenly increasing the requested rate to leave the two of them alone.  He was happy to pay the fee, often collapsing face down into the Room of Requirement’s plush bed.  The room was now more often being used for them to snuggle and catch up on sleep, the stack of contraceptive potions Professor Sharp had left in the dorm rooms being left untouched.

That fact itself drove Sebastian to the brink of insanity, but pleasure would have to take a back seat to his sleep needs.

“Everyone up, out of your seats!” Professor Hecat called out.  As all the students stood, she whisked their desks to the side of the room with her wand. “Today we will be practicing with an exceptionally foul boggart.  Mr. Moon uncovered it over the summer, and it will soon be transported to the Department of Mysteries for further study.”

The room devolved into whispers; Sebastian looked over at Theo, eagerly craning her head. Any mention of the department of mysteries nowadays had her complete attention.  Professor Weasley and Professor Hecat maintained that she was the top candidate for their recommendation, and she’d already been introduced to the head of the department.

“Professor, is it safe?” Amit asked anxiously.

Professor Hecat gave a sly grin. “Of course it is, Mr. Thakkar. All of you have been well trained in the riddikulus spell, but this will be a test of your adaptivity and swiftness in dealing with the dark arts.  Now, if the class can line up, we’ll get started.”

Sebastian wove through the other students to the front of the class. “Professor, might I have a moment?” he asked.

Hecat looked up at him; Sebastian hadn’t realized how much he’d grown over the summer until he towered over his favorite professor. “Yes, Sallow?”

Sebastian scratched the back of his neck. “I wondered if I might sit this one out.” he said sheepishly. “My boggart…well, it’s Anne, usually.  And I think it would be quite traumatizing for everyone to see her…uh, incapacitated.” the sentence tumbled out of his mouth. 

Hecat gave him a sympathetic look. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Sebastian.  I understand–you may sit on the sidelines for this activity.”

Sebastian sat on the edge of a desk while the rest of the group lined up.  Theo and Ominis were towards the back, chattering with the other students.  

“For today’s exercise, one must remember casting the spell is far more complex than one would originally believe–you must maintain composure, otherwise you’ll fall victim to your fears.” Hecat announced. She summoned a rumbling chest out of her office; it flew to the center of the classroom. 

Banishing a boggart at their skill level should be fairly easy, Sebastian thought.  It would be an easy outstanding grade for anyone in their class. Despite Hecat claiming the boggart was particularly nasty, almost everyone had tamed the boggart in one try, laughter erupting amongst the group.  Hecat leaned against the wall, grinning at her students.  One might even argue the exercise was fun, a moment of levity for the seventh years as they prepared for their term exams. If Sebastian didn’t already know what his boggart was, he would’ve eagerly joined in. 

Amit’s boggart was a werewolf; Everett’s was the giant squid.  Poppy and Natty both faced poachers, while Garreth put up with his aunt Matilda screaming at him. Imelda’s greatest fear appeared to be not making a professional quidditch squad, which had the entire class laughing and the boggart quaking to return to its shelter.  

Ominis nonchalantly walked into the boggart’s range, wand at the ready. His boggart manifested as a black cloud, emitting the voice of his older brother Marvolo. However, he seemed unphased, swishing his wand to transform it into a giant puffskein. Sebastian laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye; had Hobhouse been in their class, he likely would have wet himself.

Last up, Theo swaggered up to the boggart, cheekily flicking her wand in preparation.  She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face as she braced herself. Sebastian was curious to see what hers was–for all that they’d discussed, she’d never spoken about her fears before. It often felt like Theo wasn’t afraid of anything; how could she be, when she’d bravely charged against a troll on her first day of school?

The puffskein disappeared, swirling into gray matter.  Theo’s arrogant smile faltered when it reached its final form. Sebastian had expected the boggart to take the form of Victor Rookwood or Ranrok, the two menaces who’d terrorized her during fifth year.

Instead, the class silently stared at the boggart, which had taken the form of Professor Fig. Although it didn’t look quite right; he looked quite unnatural. His eyes were glowing red, similar to Theo when she had her power surges. The real Fig always had a bright, jovial expression on his face in life; Boggart Fig looked weary and tired.

“ I’m so disappointed in you,” Boggart Fig scolded. “How could you? ”

Theo’s mouth dropped, her wand slightly faltering. “R-r-riddikulus,” she stuttered.

The boggart swirled into gray matter again, shifting forms.  Her boggart changed from Fig to a strange looking woman with dark brown hair, gathered into a neat bun at her neck.  She held a hand out to Theo, her smile eerie and unsettling. Sebastian had only seen her in the memories from the triptyque, but now Isidora Morganach was standing before the entire class.  

Theo gasped, dropping her wand.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what possessed him. He charged off the desk towards the center of the room, pushing Theo out of the boggart’s way.  He knew exactly what his boggart would be–Anne, cold and gray on the floor.  There would be no surprises; Solomon had taught him how to banish it without a second thought.

The matter swirled in the thick classroom air, and the form of a girl manifested on the ground.  However, it wasn’t Anne.  It was Theo, writhing in pain, sparks of red emitting from her body.  Unlike Theo’s fictional Professor Fig or Isidora, the boggart didn’t need to imagine what she’d look like twisted on the floor.  It fed directly off Sebastian’s memories, perfectly recreating what Theo looked like in front of the Scriptorium door, down to the exact cameo pin she’d been wearing in her ponytail that day. 

“ Riddikulus !” Sebastian panted. 

The boggart relented.  Boggart Theo stood up from the floor, a twisted smile on her face, not too different from Isidora's expression.  She looked entirely unaffected from the cruciatus curse; instead, her eyes were glimmering red as she held her wand up to Sebastian’s neck. 

Sebastian felt himself being tugged away, falling onto the ground.  Professor Hecat was waving her wand, banishing the boggart back to its chest.  Heaving, he looked up to see Theo splayed out on the floor across from him, covering her eyes with her hands.  Ominis was kneeling at her side, whispering to her.

Sebastian turned to look at the rest of the class. Everyone had somber looks on their faces, pushed back to the perimeter of the classroom. Everett was already whispering into Eric Northcott’s ear, and Natty had her hand pressed against her mouth in shock.  Sebastian felt a trickle of worry–Natty was the only person he knew who’d also faced the cruciatus curse, and she likely recognized the spell.

“Alright, class is dismissed.” Hecat called out. “And do know that if I hear any unseemly gossip about our exercise around the castle, perpetrators will be punished.” she snarled. “Sallow, in my office. Mr. Gaunt, please stay with Miss Caulfield for a moment.”

Sebastian scrambled to his feet, knowing that no matter how much Hecat threatened, the rumors would be floating around the castle in minutes.  First, that the hero of Hogwarts had been unable to banish a boggart; secondly, that her greatest fear was Professor Fig.  Astoria Crickett would have a field day rehashing that rumor, and he mentally prepared himself for the backlash that would follow.

Sebastian trailed behind Professor Hecat to her office; he looked back at Theo, who was sitting dejectedly on a desktop while Ominis held her hand. Sebastian knew it was unreasonable, unfathomable–but he couldn’t help feeling a pang of jealousy that he wasn’t the one reassuring Theo. 

The door shut behind him, and Sebastian settled uncomfortably into the seat across Hecat’s desk. 

“I expected better of you, Mr. Sallow.” Hecat tutted, sitting at her desk. “While I admire your heroism, you must allow Miss Caulfield to fail .”

Sebastian’s jaw dropped. “Professor, she was mortified–”

“And she will learn from her mistakes,” Hecat said sternly. “That is the point of being a student, is it not?”

Sebastian opened his mouth to argue, but he knew he wouldn’t win.

“I see your fears have changed as well, Mr. Sallow.” Hecat cleared her throat. “You believed your boggart would be your sister, but it seems to be Miss Caulfield. And you appear to be fearful of her being in pain.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly, wondering where Professor Hecat was going. “Y-yes.” he stuttered.

Hecat folded her hands on the desk. “Sallow, has Theodora told you she’s been a target of the cruciatus curse?” she asked softly. “As your professor, you can tell me. I know she suffered quite a bit at the hands of the ashwinders during your fifth year.”

Sebastian’s heart fell into his stomach, his organs twisting with guilt. “She hasn’t,” he gulped. “Only I worry about it, with her constantly putting herself in danger.” he hated how easily the lie came out of him.

Hecat eased into her chair. “I understand the two of you are close–love always does seem to grow between good friends.  But I must urge you, if you are still planning on my recommendation for the curse breaker program, you need to wisen up.” she warned. “Your blossoming relationship may be interfering with your future career prospects.” 

Sebastian felt sick to his stomach. “I really am trying, Professor,” he said weakly.

“Sallow, I fear you’re stretching yourself too thin.” Hecat sighed. “Professor Twiney has informed me that you’ve barely passed the last two Ancient Runes exams, and you know a mastery of the subject is required for the cursebreaker program.  You also failed the latest potions practical exam.” 

Sebastian shamefully hung his head. “I know, Professor, it’s just been a lot–”

“This is the most important year of your studies, Sebastian.  You’ve always been a bright boy, and you’ve persevered through more than most students could ever imagine–you must push through.” Hecat said determinedly.  She stood, walking around from the desk to put a hand on his shoulder. While Sebastian knew it was meant to be reassuring, it only made him feel worse.

“I understand, Professor.” Sebastian said, looking up at the woman. 

Hecat smiled, eyes wrinkling at the corners, and she patted his shoulder. “You may leave, but send Miss Caulfield in after you.”

Sebastian walked out of her office on unsteady feet; Ominis was sitting on top of the desk with Theo, still holding her hand. Sebastian fought back his frown as he walked up to his two best friends, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Hecat wants to see you now,” he muttered.  

Theo’s eyes had returned to their natural brown, and she slipped off the desk without another word.  Sebastian’s eyes followed her as she walked up the stairs, the door slipping shut behind her.

“Well, that was enough drama for one day,” Ominis huffed.  He elegantly hopped off the desk, brushing his hands against his robes. “Should we head to lunch?”

Sebastian followed him wordlessly through the hallways, Ominis chattering about their classmates and their fears.  He was trying to fill the silence, Sebastian realized; Ominis never spoke that much. It was the first signal that something was wrong, that Theo had said something to their blind companion that had clearly shook him.

Ominis had his hand against the Great Hall’s doors, pausing when he heard Sebastian clear his throat.

“What is it?” Ominis hesitated.

“What did she say to you?” Sebastian asked, gritting his teeth.  “She must have said something.”

“Sebastian, now is hardly the time,” Ominis began, but he was swiftly cut off.

“What did Theo say, Om?” Sebastian asked quietly this time. “I need to know.”

Ominis inhaled sharply, turning to face him.  Sebastian knew Ominis couldn’t see him; his wand was down at his side.  But after years of living with one another, the boys knew each other and their mannerisms too well.  

“She thinks you’re afraid of her.” Ominis said plainly. 

Theo had been excused from her classes for the rest of the day; Sebastian had impatiently tapped his foot all through his last class in anticipation of finding her. The second the final bell had rung, Sebastian took off running from his arithmancy classroom, bolting through the hallways to get back to the common room before Theo could slink up to her room.  He didn’t care about the prefects yelling at him; he clung onto his book bag as he tore through the hallways down to the dungeons. He nearly tumbled down the spiral stairs to the common room, his eyes raking the room for a familiar head of black hair.

“Have you seen Theo?” He gasped, turning to Grace and Imelda, who were sitting on the couch.

Imelda shook her head. “Haven’t seen her since this morning. She’s not in our room either."

“Imelda told us what happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts—Astoria Crickett and her crew were back stirring up nonsense about her and Professor Fig.” Grace advised. “I would leave her be, Sebastian.”

Like hell , Sebastian thought.  He immediately turned, running back up the stairs, two steps at a time.  He was sure he looked like a complete idiot, but nothing could stop him from his search. The Room of Requirement was the only place he could think of, and the trek from the dungeons to the top of the Astronomy Tower was an excruciating run.  Sebastian felt his stomach churning as he turned the top of the stairs, heaving as he pushed open the door.

“Mister Sallow,” Deek squeaked. “Deek wasn’t expecting you this evening,” he said hesitantly.

“Have you seen Theo?” Sebastian choked out. “I’ve been looking for her.”

Deek shook his head. “Miss Theo hasn’t been here all day, not since she picked up her potions this morning.” he gestured over to her potions station, which for once, wasn’t bubbling. 

Sebastian groaned; if she wasn’t in the Room of Requirement, it meant she was likely in Undercroft.  At least the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower was a quick walk away. He quickly bid the house elf goodbye, trying his best not to fall down the stairs as he made his way to the other wing of the castle.  Dodging all of the other students, on their way to dinner in the Great Hall, Sebastian began jogging through the hall.  He passed Professor Ronen’s classroom, going down the mahogany stairs.  He stopped to catch his breath on the third floor, looking up at the rich tapestries on the wall.  He’d always see Theo sitting on the benches against them, waiting for her private tutoring sessions with Professor Fig.

Professor Fig, whose office was just down the hall.

It all became obvious to him then, thinking back to the nights Theo would disappear from the common room towards the end of fifth year.  Things had still been awkward between them, but he always made sure to check on her usual hiding spots. On one particular night, he’d decided to check Professor Fig’s office, finding her curled up on the chair. He’d held her while she cried, wetting his shirt; the moment had rekindled their friendship.

Sebastian changed his course, his brisk pace slowing as he approached the room. The room had been locked for the majority of sixth year while the ministry carried out their inquiry on his death.  Ever since they’d returned for seventh year, the classroom had been open, now just a storage space. Mr. Moon had just cast a basic locking charm on the door, easy for any student to bypass.  Sebastian slipped through the door, shutting it softly behind him.  The classroom was empty, but he could hear a gramophone playing in the distance, up in the office.

“Theo?” Sebastian murmured, pushing the door in wider. 

Theo was sitting on a dusty chair, the one in the corner of the room.  Her feet were tucked underneath her as she waved her wand, little paper birds flying in the air.  The gramophone was playing the same song it always played–one of Professor Fig’s favorites, Sebastian presumed.

“They took all of his belongings when the ministry finished their inquiry,” Theo mused. “Black claimed most of the artifacts belonged to the school, so they’re somewhere around the castle.  Most of his personal effects were put away in a Gringotts vault, for when I turned seventeen.”

“He named you his heir?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

She nodded. “Professor Weasley told me when she gave me Miriam’s watch for my birthday. Honestly, it made me feel worse–like I’ve let him down.” she uttered.

Sebastian knelt down on the floor in front of her. “Theo, he would’ve been so proud of you.” he whispered. “He would’ve never been disappointed in you.”

“We were talking about what I’d do with the repository,” Theo was fighting back tears. “He said I was being wise, leaving the power in the repository. He promised we’d research over the summer, figure out what to do with Isidora’s magic.  We were brainstorming a solution together when Ranrok attacked.”

Sebastian pulled her hand into his. “You did the right thing. You went back for the power to keep the school safe, you said so yourself.  Fig would’ve agreed, Theo.”

Her eyes were shut tightly, her fingers laced through his. “That’s not what you were telling me over the summer,” she said cautiously. “Are you afraid of me?”

Sebastian froze. “That’s what you’re so upset about?” he panted. “That I would be afraid of you?”

“I overheard you talking to Ominis while I was in bed, about my eyes.” she claimed. Sebastian felt a flicker of shame; he hadn’t realized she’d been awake to hear them.  “That you’re not sure you trust me.  And you…you want to fix me, when I’m not sure there’s anything to fix.”

“Theo, that’s not how I meant it.” Sebastian assured her.

“Then why am I your boggart?” Theo asked, sniffling. “Boggarts show your true fears, and yours showed me, my eyes.” she accused him. “You’re lying to me.”

“I might have been scared at first,” Sebastian admitted, “but I know you, Theo.  I know you could never hurt me. I only worry about losing you.” He grasped their hands together, squeezing them tight. “Theo, I’ve already lost so much.  My parents, Anne…we don’t know what this power will do to you.  We don’t even know how it’s possible for you to hold it within.”

“I do know,” Theo echoed softly. “I’ve known for a while. Or at least I think I do.”

“Tell me,” Sebastian pleaded. "Explain it to me, I'm begging you."

Theo pursed her lips together, letting out a low sigh. “I told you I took the power because I thought it wasn’t safe under the school.  That was only partly true.” she fumbled with his fingers. “I lied to you.  That’s not the only reason.”

“What is it, Theo?” Sebastian asked, fearful of her answer.

She looked up at him, brown eyes wet with tears. “I did it because I love you, Sebastian.” she confessed. “Before I even had romantic feelings for you, I loved you.  I think I was yours before I even knew I wanted you.”

“Why would you do it? For me, of all people?” Sebastian strained. 

Theo chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. “I’ve been keeping a secret from you all this time, one that would hurt you.” she admitted.

Sebastian was silent, unsure of what to say next.

“I’ve been healing Anne for the past year,” Theo wiped at her eyes. “I meet with her once a month, maybe two.  I never know when I’ll see her next; she sends me an owl when the pain starts to flare up again.”

Sebastian felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Anne?” he croaked. “She’s okay?”

Theo nodded, wisps of her black hair sticking to her tear stained cheeks. “She’s doing really well, Seb.  And I knew I’d be hurting you, keeping this secret from you, but I couldn’t let her waste away.  She’s half of you–you’re half of her.  You wouldn’t be the same if she died.”

“Oh Theo,” Sebastian groaned, pulling her down from the chair to hug her. “I don’t know how you’d ever thought I’d be angry at you.”

“You’re not mad?” her voice was muffled against his cloak. “That I’ve been lying to you?”

“Mad?” Sebastian pulled away, his hands flying to her cheeks. “How could I ever be mad at you?  You’re…you’ve kept Anne alive .” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her lips. “How does it work?  Are you absorbing her pain, like Isidora?  Is it affecting her soul, the way Isidora’s magic did?” he asked eagerly, wanting nothing more than to understand.

Theo shook her head. “Professor Fig and I did quite a lot of research into it, actually.  There’s so much we know about magic now, more than Isidora ever would’ve known.  You really do have to be so specific with your intention, so you don’t take what you’re not meant to.” Theo explained. 

“Are you in pain?” Sebastian asked, pressing his forehead to hers.

“No, I’m not.” Theo promised. “There’s a more potent magic that protects me…at least, I think it does.”

“What is it?” Sebastian asked eagerly.

She bit down on her lip. “It sounds ridiculous, but it’s love.” she cooed. “Professor Fig gave me the idea a long time ago.  He said love was the most powerful magic, and with the right intent, could protect, cure, even possibly revive.  To love deeply, unselfishly, without fear…it can do the most amazing things.” she admitted. “There’s a book, you should read it–”

Sebastian didn’t want to hear more.  Instead, he pressed her to the ground, his lips locking against hers. “I love you so much.” Sebastian groaned into her mouth. “You’re the most amazing woman. Merlin, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

She laughed, tears still streaming down her face as she kissed him back. “I love you too, an awful lot.” she sniffed as Sebastian placed kisses on her salty cheeks. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“I could never,” Sebastian said fiercely. “I swear it now, I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshiping you.” he declared, peppering kisses against her jaw.

“Don’t get carried away, we still have to go down for dinner.” Theo chuckled and sniffed at the same time.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love you more,” Sebastian nuzzled her neck. “But somehow, I do.”  

The couple stayed on the floor for a little while longer, listening to the song play on repeat. Sebastian had questions, of course, but he figured he now had the rest of his life to ask them.  And Anne–Anne, of all people–was alive and thriving.  The worry he had over his sister was always bubbling within him, pushed to the bottom as he tried to improve himself, but now he could relax.

Theo had been keeping her healthy. His heart felt like it was doing flips as he digested what she’d said–she’d absorbed the power long before they’d started dating, before they’d even kissed.  Way before Sebastian had felt the burning jealousy he had whenever another boy spoke to her.  They’d only been friends then, and yet she’d loved him.

Mine , he thought.  And he was hers. Before they'd even known that they'd wanted each other, they'd belonged to one another.

It was only when Theo’s stomach growled that they got to their feet; dinner would start in five minutes, and if they hurried, they could get to the Great Hall in time. Hopefully Ominis would have saved them seats–if not, Sebastian would be more than happy to run to the kitchens to fetch her food.  He’d never complain about carrying her or running through the castle for her ever again.

“Do you think Anne would be open to seeing me?” Sebastian asked eagerly, swinging Theo’s arm back and forth as they walked through Central Hall.

“I’ll ask her the next time I see her.” Theo promised. “She and I…well, it’s an interesting relationship.  I can never tell if she hates me, or thinks we’re friends.”

Sebastian snorted. “She’s like that with girls she doesn’t know well. I’m sure with time she’ll love you just as much as I do.” he assured her.

They passed the Ancient Runes classroom; Professor Twiney gave them a curious look as they walked by. Once they were past earshot, Theo cleared her throat.

“I meant to ask,” Theo interjected, “how your Runes exam went.”

Sebastian held back the wince on his face. “It was fine,” he lied. 

“Really?” Theo asked, eyebrows raised. “Amit said he had to switch desks, you were asking for too many answers.”

Sebastian cursed the Ravenclaw under his breath. “It wasn’t my best work, but you don’t have to worry.” It felt wrong to lie, but he knew he couldn’t let Theo down, not after everything she’d done for him.

“That’s fine,” Theo shrugged. “I’ll help you study over the weekend. Perhaps we can work on your translations over our dinner.” she suggested.

“I was thinking about that,” Sebastian mused, tightening his grip on her hand. “And as much as I’d love to have you out in public...perhaps we should do something just the two of us. Alone .”

“Bet Deek’s pocketing half your salary these days,” Theo snorted. “Room of Requirement, then?”

Sebastian gave her a devilish grin. “Room of Requirement.  It’s about time we put that bed to good use,” he winked.

Theo chuckled, letting out a big sigh as she slumped against him. “It’s good to not have secrets anymore.” she admitted.

Sebastian pushed open the door to the Great Hall; the food had just been summoned, and he could see Ominis at the Slytherin table, two empty seats by his side.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his teetering grades from Theo for much longer, but for now, Sebastian wanted to enjoy the relative peace that had been granted to them. 

Theo let go of his hand, jogging over to the table.  Sebastian’s steps faltered, a thought stopping him in his tracks as he watched Theo slide into the bench next to Ominis, chattering animatedly. The power of the repository was somehow living inside of her–consequence unknown.  While she’d assured him that her love was keeping the power at bay, Sebastian only became further dedicated to understanding and researching a solution for her.

The tricky part now, he thought, was how to preserve the power–preserve it, so that Anne might live.

“Seb,” Theo called out.  It broke him out of his thoughts, shaking his head as he looked over at his two best friends. “Are you coming?”

“Coming,” Sebastian echoed, walking towards them. 

Anne was healthy, and Theo loved him.  Those two facts alone could give Sebastian the power to push through.

September 1898

“Everyone is staring at us,” Sebastian muttered.  

“Don’t mind them,” Ominis huffed.

Sebastian grumbled to himself, walking a few paces behind Ominis and Theo.  Garreth Weasley’s supper club had been a humble watering hole when he left London three years prior, but it had somehow become the most popular dining establishment in Diagon Alley in his absence.  Everyone watched as the trio entered, whispering to one another as they climbed the stairs.  Sebastian nodded curtly at Cyrus Lestrange, his former dormmate, who was standing amongst the patrons. Once they were out of sight, Sebastian could hear the music and chattering pick up again.

Theo guided the boys to one of the private dining rooms; Sebastian’s face flushed as she pulled back the curtain, revealing Natty, Poppy, and Imelda.

“Welcome home, Sebastian!” Poppy exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.  The petite brunette hadn’t changed much at all; if anything, she looked a little more grizzled after her time away as a magizoologist.  Her bob was bluntly cut at her chin, but her cherub-like cheeks betrayed her age.

“Sallow,” Imelda gave him a heavy slap on the back. Now one of the world’s most distinguished chasers, Imelda’s embrace felt more like a beater’s club against his spine. Sebastian had often seen her picture in the paper, wearing her Holyhead Harpies kit.  It almost seemed strange to see her wearing a formal dress, bright gold and green to match her team’s colors.

Sebastian approached Natty next; he’d already seen her before at the Ministry of Magic, but it was still a treat to have her around.  “I was not surprised when Ominis sent an owl canceling dinner,” she winked, giving him and Theo a haughty grin.

“Sit, sit,” Ominis commanded, letting everyone take their place around the table. “Figured we’d have a quick dinner with the six of us, and then join the rest of the club for the festivities,” he announced.  Despite hating society events, Ominis was the most picturesque host.  He was seated at the head of the table, smiling broadly at the group assembled. 

“Garreth has a string quartet playing most nights,” Theo leaned over to whisper in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. “After the boys smoke their cigars.”

Sebastian bit his lower lip. “I’d much rather spend the night with you,” he murmured.

“Enough of your whispers,” Imelda complained. “Haven’t you two had enough time together?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, chuckling as he looked back at the group. “Never enough time with her, I’m afraid.” He slipped his hand under the table, resting it on Theo’s thigh.

Poppy gave them a beaming smile, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand. “Oh, I’m just so happy to see the two of you next to each other again.  And with Ominis too–the trio, back in action.”

“No action from me,” Ominis waved his arms. “I’ve had a lifetime of trouble already with those two, I’d very much like to enjoy my peace and quiet.”

Natty poured more wine into her glass. “I doubt you’ll have a moment of peace with Sebastian home.” 

“Quite right, Natty.” Ominis chuckled. “You know, Sebastian did tackle me in front of Prewett and Hobhouse…it was quite a sight.”

The velvet curtain was pushed open; Sebastian frowned as Theo brushed his hand off of her leg. His eyes went to the doorway, seeing a cheerful Garreth Weasley step into the room.  His red hair was slicked back, wearing a fine burgundy velvet suit. 

“Sebastian Sallow, my good man,” Garreth announced, making a quick stride over to the table to shake his hand. “Welcome home.”

Sebastian stood, shaking the redhead’s hand eagerly. “Weasley, good to see you.  You’ve done well, I see.”

Garreth grinned broadly, his hands on his hips. “Hottest spot in town; Aunt Matilda was quite shocked at how badly the wizarding community needed a dinner club.”  He turned his head as a parade of little house elves puttered into the room, conjuring their meal. “Took in some retired house elves,” he murmured. “They drive a hard bargain, but nothing beats their cooking skills.”

Sebastian snorted. “Well, glad to see the place is still standing.”

“You’ll be at Prewett’s wedding, won’t you?” Garreth asked. “With Sebastian Sallow back on the market, I’m sure it’ll be a splash.” he winked.

“Gar,” Natty chided. “Theo’s right here.”

Garreth blushed. “Sorry, Theo.”

Theo merely rolled her eyes, waving him off as she grabbed Ominis’s hand. Sebastian knew she was only playing the part, but something in his chest burned at the idea of her dismissing Garreth’s quip about Sebastian’s status.  He never wanted to picture a reality where they weren’t together, but he would’ve hoped she would pine after him a little harder.

This is ridiculous, Sebastian reminded himself. He’d only spent the last twenty four hours wrapped up in her bed, yet he was jealous of a fake relationship.

“Well, it’s good to see you regardless–we’ll catch up in the cigar lounge.” Garreth promised, disappearing behind the curtain once the food had been settled.

Sebastian took his seat again, placing his hand back on Theo’s leg, its rightful place.  

“Well, with that out of the way, shall we enjoy our meal?” Imelda cut the silence. “I’ve heard the lamb is quite spectacular–stole the recipe right from the Hogwarts kitchens.”

The dinner went on, but everyone felt the slight tension in the room.  Sebastian poked at his dinner plate glumly.  Even Theo’s hand over his didn’t ease his discomfort, and the rest of the guests knew it.  It wasn’t long before Imelda, Natty, and Poppy were excusing themselves to join the other ladies in the parlor. 

“Are you two alright?” Ominis asked hesitantly, holding his wand out.  “Shall we head to the lounge, Sebastian?”

“Just a moment, Om.” Theo said gently. “Sebastian will find you.”

Ominis disappeared behind the curtain, and Theo backed Sebastian against the table.  She held him by the lapels of his dinner jacket, pouting up at him. 

“Are you cross with me?” she asked quietly.

Sebastian groaned. “Never, I could never be cross with you.” he muttered. “It’s just Weasley–reminding me how we have to pretend .” Sebastian’s voice was strained. 

“Seb, it’s only a little while longer.” Theo reminded him. “Ominis and I are trying to come up with a plan, it’s only been a few days.” 

He rolled his eyes, slumping against her. “I know, I know. My fault for not telling you I was coming home, anyways.” he grumbled. “Promise me a dance tonight, will you?”

“I’ll give you as many dances as possible,” Theo promised, pressing her lips to his jaw. “And quite a few more when we’re home, I might add.”

Sebastian felt his face heat up as she backed away, smiling proudly at him.  “You enjoy cigars with Ominis, and I’ll find you in the ballroom.” she promised.  Sebastian’s eyes lingered on her form as she sashayed away; the dark green taffeta gown she’d chosen for the night reminded him of the inky waters of the Black Lake.

Garreth’s club had been retrofitted into an old townhouse in Diagon Alley, the rooms magically charmed to expand, adding nooks and crannies in the house for private parties.  Sebastian found himself wandering through the hallways, nodding at familiar faces as he passed.  Arthur Plummly and Leonora Everleigh gave him polite smiles; Lucan Brattleby stopped him for nearly five minutes, the young auror wanting all the details of Sebastian’s adventures abroad.  He could’ve sworn he saw Andrew Larson on the next floor up, ducking out from behind a curtain with a very paranoid looking Philippa Bulstrode.  

Sebastian passed another room, pausing as he heard a familiar voice.

“Did you hear Sallow is back in town?” 

Sebastian pressed himself against the wall, listening from the doorway. Clearly whoever was in the room had decided to forego silencing charms.

“I did–saw him come into the club with Ominis Gaunt and Theodora Caulfield.” Sebastian recognized the voice-it was Cyrus Lestrange, who'd seen them earlier than evening.

“How strange,” the man tutted. The other voice was Peter Parkinson, his former roommate from Hogwarts. “Can you imagine how awkward that must be?”

“I feel for him–left for his job, only to come home and find out his best mate stole his woman.” Lestrange let out a low whistle. “Honestly, I’m shocked the Gaunts are letting him keep up with Theo.  She’s a half-blood, after all.”

“Yes, but she has that peculiar magic,” Parkinson pointed out. 

“You know the Gaunts,” Lestrange reminded him. “Blood purists, complete fanatics.  No matter how powerful Theo is, they’ll kill Ominis if he marries her.  Merlin forbid he get her pregnant.”

Parkinson laughed. “That reminds me, Violet wrote this morning–she ran into the two of them buying contraceptive potions at the apothecary.”

Sebastian swore under his breath; damn Violet McDowell and her incessant need to gossip.

“Ominis and Theo?”

“No, Theo with Sallow,” Parkinson took a second to puff on his cigar. “Just like old times, eh?”

“I’m not surprised,” Lestrange chuckled darkly. “Imagine the next slew of Gaunts come out freckled and brunette…not like Ominis will be able to tell the difference anyways. It’ll be like Larson and Philippa all over again.”

Sebastian backed away from the door as they laughed, red in the face with anger.  His hands balled up into fists as he stalked down the hallway, back to the staircase. He couldn’t care less what people said about him, but he’d be damned if he let rumors spread about Theo.  It felt like their school years all over again; while she seemed immune to any rumors spread about her, Sebastian couldn’t stand hearing her name come from other’s mouths. 

“Sebastian!” Garreth roared, waving his hands at him. “You’ve completely missed the lounge.”

Sebastian shook out of his anger, turning to the redhead. “It’s been a while.” he lied. “Forgot where it was.”

“Well, you’re just in time–music just started up, the ballroom is buzzing.” Garreth grinned. “Come on, get your wits about you; there are plenty of single women in there to dance with.” As Garreth pushed him into the large ballroom, Sebastian had to remind himself that he did in fact quite like him, and that punching him without reason would be a bad look indeed.

Garreth directed him to a group of their classmates; he quite eagerly took a glass of champagne from the table, downing it in three large gulps.

“Sebastian!” Amit greeted him. “It’s good to see you, my friend.”

“Amit,” Sebastian acknowledged him, craning his head over the crowd to see who was on the dance floor. 

“You’ve just missed everyone, taking off for the first dance.” Everett said, sliding his glasses up his nose. “Prewett and his bride, Northcott and Poppy.”

Andrew Larson appeared out of seemingly nowhere, also sipping on his champagne. “Jenkins has asked Natty to dance, poor man has two left feet. Hope she comes out unscathed.”  He gave Sebastian a rather pointed look before gazing back out at the dance floor.

“Oh, Ominis and Theo are dancing.” Amit pointed out.  “They are rather graceful together, aren’t they–oof!”

Sebastian pretended he didn’t see Everett elbow Amit in the side, and Amit’s apologetic look that followed.  He stared out at the dance floor, where Theo was twirling around with Ominis.  The two were laughing together as Theo danced with Ominis, the pair swaying elegantly.  Again, her taffeta gown shimmered under the candle light, the beading on her scandalously low neckline sparkling from across the room.

“Excuse us,” Everett said, tugging Amit away.  Sebastian could hear him scolding the poor man–it seemed like everyone was walking on eggshells around him, expecting him to lash out in anger at any moment.

“They make a handsome couple,” Larson observed, lifting his glass to his lips again.

“They do,” Sebastian echoed through gritted teeth.

Larson sighed loudly. “I guess that’s our lot in life, isn’t it?  Watching the girl who got away.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows at him.  

Larson looked back out at the dance floor. Not far from Ominis and Theo, Philippa Greengrass, now Bulstrode, was dancing with her husband.  The couple looked mismatched; Philippa was tall and willowy, her brutish husband quite stout besides to her.  Nonetheless, she danced on his arm with a placid smile, eyes flitting back to Larson every now and then.

“That’s not what it’s like.” Sebastian insisted.  While he knew the truth, he couldn’t suppress the bubbling resentment that was rising in his throat.  

“That’s what I told myself six years ago,” Larson muttered, gulping down the rest of his champagne and setting the coupe on a table behind them. “Take my advice, Sallow–move on, before it’s too late.”

The song ended as Larson walked away, and Sebastian felt like there was a cinder block pinned to his chest. His heart pattered as Theo walked towards him, clapping for the musicians with Ominis’s hand on the small of her back. Ominis had never been touchy in their youth, complaining about hugs and nudges during their school years.  Sebastian had taken note of how comfortable he’d become around Theo in his absence; it had started with Ominis hanging her blouses, and now it was glaringly obvious as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Mine, Sebastian’s heart roared. Not his.

“I’ve had my fill of dancing,” Ominis announced loudly. “I think I’ll retire for the night–Sebastian, would you mind terribly accompanying Theo?”

Inquiring minds were staring at them, so Sebastian swallowed his pride and smiled politely. “Of course,” he nodded his head, quickly shaking Ominis’s hand. 

“Behave, you two.” Ominis snickered.

“Can’t make any promises,” Theo patted his cheek, pressing a quick kiss to the opposite one.  

Ominis made a show of his exit, which left Theo and Sebastian standing next to each other.  The musicians picked back up on their instruments, starting the next song.

“I believe I promised you a dance, Mr. Sallow.” Theo said sweetly. “Do me the honor?”

“It would be mine, entirely.” Sebastian murmured, taking her hand.  He led her out onto the dance floor, knowing the entire room’s eyes were on them.  With that in mind, he placed his hand quite low on her waist, gripping her through the fabric of her gown. It had been too long since he’d done a proper dance, so he glanced down at Theo quite shyly.

“I fear I’ve forgotten the steps,” he admitted sheepishly.

Theo gave him a sparkling smile. “I’ll guide you, don’t worry.” she reassured him.

The music picked up speed and Sebastian locked his eyes on Theo’s.  She had always been beautiful, with shiny hair and a pretty complexion. Despite all the time they’d spent together since his return, Sebastian wasn’t sure they’d ever have enough time for him to properly digest how she’d changed in his absence.  Her posture was different, even cockier than she’d been when they were teenagers.  Cheekbones slightly sharper, lips a bit poutier (perhaps still swollen from the kisses he’d lavished her with that afternoon). 

“What are you staring at?” Theo asked teasingly.

“Just how ravishing you look,” Sebastian hummed, pulling her tighter.

Theo rolled her eyes. “There are people watching, Seb.”

“I don’t care,” Sebastian declared. “We’re the talk of the town, if you haven’t heard.”

More people joined the dance floor, crowding around the pair.  Sebastian spun Theo around, grabbing her by the waist again to lift her in the air.  The dance steps came back to him quite easily, reminding him of their youth.  Back then, before the Crimson Lion was an elegant establishment, Sebastian and Theo had spent many evenings dining and dancing with their friends, up until the wee hours of the morning.

“What have you overheard?” Theo asked, clasping her hand on his shoulder as he lifted her.

“Well, for starters, everyone thinks I’m about to combust.” Sebastian chuffed. “They all think I’m about to murder Ominis for stealing you away.”

Theo grinned at him. “Is that not every girl’s dream, to have the two most eligible bachelors chasing her?”

“My nightmare,” Sebastian growled, tugging her body flush against his. “I can’t wait to prove you’re mine, only mine.”  He rather scandalously tipped her chin up towards him, his fingers trailing down her neck. “Where’s your necklace?” he observed, noticing the silver chain was gone.

“Left it at home,” Theo licked her berry stained lips. “I took it off while you were in the bath. Left it somewhere for you to find.”

Sebastian blinked at her,  picturing Theo slipping the engagement ring off her neck, hiding it in the house. He knew Theo wasn’t a legilimens, but somehow she’d read his mind that morning, knowing he was brainstorming the perfect way to steal the bauble back from her. They’d torn her dressing room apart already the night before–Sebastian was ready to do it again, eager to find the ring and fall to his knees in front of her. 

The song ended, and Theo stepped away from him. He fussed at the loss of her as the music stopped and she stepped away, clapping for the musicians. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Theo asked, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Come with me,” Sebastian growled, tugging her hand away from the ballroom.  He could feel everyone’s eyes raking over them, watching as he stalked out of the ballroom dragging Theo behind him.

“Sebastian!” Theo chided him. “Everyone’s watching.”

“I don’t care,” He strained. “I want to be alone with you.”

Theo pretended to protest, but her feet willingly followed him out of the room. Her little heeled slippers clacked on the stairs as he tugged her up to one of the private floors.  

“Quick, in here.” Theo insisted, pushing him into one of the powder rooms.  She pulled her wand from the folds of her skirt, wordlessly locking the door behind them.

“Non-verbal, nice work,” Sebastian started to say, soon cut off by the feeling of her lips on his.

“You’re maddening,” Theo snapped between kisses. “You knew everyone was watching—”

“And I had to prove yet again that you are mine.” Sebastian slid his tongue easily into her mouth, his hands roving up her waist and to the bodice of her dress. “Tell me, do you always wear pretty dresses with this low of a neckline?” he whispered, pressing her back against the sink.

“I was saving this one for an occasion where you wouldn’t rip it,” Theo laughed against his lips. “You’ve destroyed two of my dresses already.”

“Well, I shall endeavor to take good care of this one,” Sebastian said, his fingertips ghosting the top of her breasts. “We’ll keep it on, then.” He rucked off his dinner jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His vest quickly followed.

“Keep it on?” Theo asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Keep. It. On.” Sebastian murmured, his hands trailing underneath her skirt.  He smiled as she gasped, his fingers pushing her undergarments aside to slide against her core.

“Sebastian!” Theo smacked his shoulder. 

“You’re the one who cast a silencing charm on the door.” Sebastian waggled his eyebrows. “Besides, I can’t exactly remember, but we have shagged in this club quite a few times…” he reminded her.

Theo’s head fell back, pretty little gasps spilling from her lips as she tried to talk sense into him. “We…were…we were younger then.” 

“Oh my darling, that doesn’t mean we can’t keep having fun.” Sebastian plunged two fingers into her easily, pumping them in and out of her as he steadied her against the sink.

“You’re infuriating,” Theo muttered, fumbling with the clasp on his trousers.  “Don’t mess up my hair,” she warned, her hand sliding in against his arousal.

Sebastian choked back a groan as she gripped his cock, her thumb running over the slit. “We’re quite good at this, for not having done it in so long.” His forehead fell against her shoulder, savoring every second of her hands on him.

“Hmm.  Like riding a bike–or perhaps in this case, a broom.” Theo laughed breathily, turning to a gasp as he curled his fingers inside of her.

“Turn around,” Sebastian bit down on his lower lip. “Lean over the sink.”

“I want to look at you,” Theo whined.

“You will,” Sebastian grunted, pulling his hand out from beneath her skirts to turn her around.  Theo’s hands planted on the porcelain top, looking back at Sebastian in the mirror.  She blushed as he pulled her skirts up with one hand, the other pressing her back to arch perfectly for him.

“I want you to watch,” Sebastian growled, unclasping his suspenders. Once freed from their constraint, he shoved his trousers down to his knees, gripping his length as he stared at Theo in the mirror.  Her face was a mixture of interest and amusement, her eyes burning into him. Sebastian stroked himself, pressing his tip against her warm center. He cherished the stuttered moan that came out of her mouth as he prodded her. His own breath faltered as he sunk his length fully into her, watching her curiosity fade into pleasure as he grinded his hips against her body.

“Seems Violet McLaggen has spread the word we’re being intimate again,” Sebastian whispered against her ear, gritting his teeth as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “So, soon everyone will know.”

“Don’t lie,” Theo moaned, her head tilting back to hit his shoulder. “That gave you some pleasure, didn’t it?” Her mouth dropped open, eyes shutting as she reached his arm around, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Eyes open,” Sebastian instructed, withdrawing his length from her.  When she whined at the loss of him, eyes opening, he speared himself into her once more. Sebastian’s arm trailed down to her waist, tugging her even closer to his body.  He did always prefer to have her bare beneath him, but something about taking her in the bathroom, her pretty dress rucked over her waist, made him feral. He rocked his hips into her over and over again, rutting his cock in just the right angle. The sound of skin slapping, their shared moans, and the crinkling of taffeta filled the room.

Thank Merlin for silencing charms, he thought.

“Sebastian,” Theo let out a staggered moan. “Sebastian, you’re going to make me–”

“I said, eyes open.” Sebastian grunted, quickening his pace. He relished the way Theo’s eyes looked glazed over; for three years, he’d spent night over night, dreaming of fucking her into a hazy state. Every morning he woke up stiff and unsatisfied, desperately fucking his fist while wishing it was her. Now, having felt her flutter around him for just the last 24 hours, Sebastian wasn’t sure he could ever be convinced to leave rainy old London ever again. 

With one arm wrapped around her waist, the other against the sink edge to steady himself, Sebastian knew his orgasm wasn’t far away. Theo opened her mouth, a soft whine spilling from her lips as she found her climax. She cried out his name as her hands flew against the mirror, palms pressed flat against the foggy surface. Sebastian imagined her walking out of the powder room, pretending nothing untoward had happened, with his seed secretly dripping down her thighs the rest of the night. While he hated keeping up their ruse, the idea of her dancing prettily in the ballroom again after screaming his name was enough to make him snap.

“You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine,” Sebastian groaned, choking out curses against the crook of her neck as he buried his cock into her.  He pumped his seed into her quivering cunt, grateful that she’d remembered to take one of the contraceptive potions after that morning’s activities. 

Fully satiated, Sebastian gingerly pulled out of her, tugging her skirts down as he tucked himself back into his trousers.

“Are you finished now?” Theo panted, holding onto the sink with trembling hands to steady herself.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’d like to go again? I’ll have you wherever you want me, but perhaps you’d feel more comfortable if we found a bed.”

Theo whirled around, laughing breathily as she placed a hand on his chest. “Being jealous, I meant.”

Sebastian reddened, choking back his own laugh. “Er, maybe.”

“Let me guess,” Theo fastened the buttons at the front of his trousers. “You got all riled up hearing the rumors about us.” She clipped one of his suspenders on while he worked on the other, sliding the straps over his now sweaty shirt.

Sebastian gave her a guilty shrug, dipping down to the floor to pick up his discarded vest and jacket. “Perhaps I did. Could you blame me?  I had to walk into the ballroom and see the most beautiful woman in the world, dancing on my best friend’s arm.” he demurred, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He slid on the vest, shaking out any wrinkles from his jacket.

“Seb,” Theo sighed, lurching forward to button his vest. “You know I’m yours.  I’ve been yours since we were sixteen.  I don’t know why you’d be jealous of Ominis, of all people.” Once she’d finished with him, she turned back around to the mirror to appraise her appearance. “You’ve mucked up my hair.  Everyone will have known we were shagging.” 

Sebastian chewed on his lower lip, leaning against the door. “I overheard Lestrange, comparing us to the Bulstrodes.” he admitted, fingers curling into his dinner jacket. “That might have done me in.”

“Compare how?” Theo asked, patting down a curl.

Sebastian lolled his head to the side. “Said he wouldn’t be surprised if the next era of Gaunts had freckles and brown hair.” he muttered.

Theo turned around, placing a hand on his cheek. “Rest assured, I only ever plan on having your babies.  They may have rather large heads and be quite stubborn like their father, but nonetheless, my children will all be Sallows.” she assured him, pinching his cheek.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a big head.” he mumbled.

Theo snorted, turning back to the mirror.  She dabbed a piece of tissue against her forehead. “You had one as a child, Anne told me. Said your mum was quite worried about it.”

Sebastian flushed, realizing that not only had Theo been talking about his parents with his sister, but had also likely brought up the topic of having his children with her.  His heart ached–he missed Anne, but had not forgotten the cruel words she’d imparted on him during their last conversation. That had been five long years ago, but her words were burned onto his soul.

“Shall we retire for the night?” Sebastian asked. “We’ll have to make a quick getaway.”

Theo turned to him, smiling earnestly. “Let’s go home.  Perhaps you can start looking for your bounty.” she winked. “Let me leave first, and you wait a few moments after.  I’ll pretend we had a row, and you can meet me back at home.”

Home, Sebastian thought. Home, where they could share a bed, and not hide their relationship.  Home, where his mother’s engagement ring was hidden, waiting for him to find it.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you at home.” Sebastian repeated, a goofy smile on his lips.

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🦀👑 for deacon and “you always see the good in people. even me.”

Aww, yes, this is perfect 🥺 Love some nice fluff for Deeks <3 He really does deserve it 😊

(And slowly so slowly but surely, I'm chipping away at the last of these prompts, but I have some different stuff coming out here pretty soon that I'm excited to get back into, so plans for more are a'comin'!)

For now though, I hope you like this!

"That's horrible." You whispered, more to yourself than to Deacon, but the Railroad spy nodded in agreement, nonetheless.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. I... I wish I could've been here. Could've known you before, could've helped, somehow..."

Deacon's ginger brows raised high, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he fixed you with his surprised gaze.

"I, ah, I appreciate that Sole, but that... That little confession of mine was more of a warning than a ploy for your heartfelt sympathies."

"A warning?"

"Well..." Deacon shrugged, looking away with an expression akin to a grimace. "Yeah, you know. Like the infamous "trust no one" note I threw at you a while back... I wasn't, well, I wasn't always this perfect, this morally upright."

Deacon's hands were flying up with a dramatic gesture, back to their animated antics after his previous muted tone and body language.

Despite his words now, the way he tried to convince you, it was only too obvious how uncomfortable the big reveal of his past had been for him to voice.

"Before you settled for calling me 'friend,' I figured you should know that. Know the... the truth. You know, to better inform your decision, and all that."

A small smile tugged on your lips, but your eyes still murmured your sympathies.

"Well, it doesn't change my decision." You told Deacon firmly, as he looked down towards the ground ahead of him.

"No?"

"No. If anything... it only solidifies it, really."

He quirked a brow at that, his head snapping back to get a better look at the mouth that just uttered the unthinkable.

"You told me the truth, Deacon. For the first time-- well, the first time without me threatening to leave you or stab you, or something like that." You chuckled at that briefly, and Deacon's lips curled upwards in response.

"And you did it unprompted." You continued, your tone more serious this time. "You told me something deeply personal, you showed me a vulnerability that... That I honestly wasn't sure existed in you."

"Yeah..." A shadow of that smile still clung to his face as Deacon looked at you through his signature darkened shades. "Must be contagious or something."

Now you raised a brow at him, tilting your head in question.

"Well, I never did do anything like this. 'Till you came along, that is. Telling me the whole sob story of your traumatic past, waxing poetic about your personal ideals and ties with the history of the nation and the world, coming to me in tears with--"

"Okay, yeah, I got it, thanks." You smiled, almost tiredly at that, the lines on your face becoming more prominent at the simple mention of the grief you'd endured in the time you've known him.

You heard your partner sigh beside you.

"Look, Sole..." Deacon's voice was low now, strained as he spoke like he was trying to keep a secret. "What I'm trying, and so gloriously failing to express to you, is..."

He removed his glasses as he paused, folding them neatly as his fingers continued fiddling with the temple pieces. You felt your breath catch as his stark blue gaze locked to yours, and unconsciously stilled at the genuine emotion you found there.

If you moved too abruptly, if you loosed the breath you held in your lungs, it might drive this vulnerability away, might frighten it to the point of no return, might break his gaze from yours.

So, still you stayed, and held your breath as Deacon's voice retuned to him.

"Shit, Sole... I don't know how you do it, but... you always manage to see the good in people. Even when they don't deserve it. Even when they're like me. Just a life made up of various mistakes, driven by spite and the opportunity for revenge, by my own stubborn refusal to die at the hands of the same assholes responsible for making me what I was back then."

Your lungs were burning with the lack of use, but still he carried on, and you held firm in your unfaltering stillness.

"Even when I wasn't sure there was any good to see at all. It's just... It's a farce. All my goodness is driven by my own guilt, my hatred of who I once was, and yet, here you are, making excuses for me. Forgiving me."

He chuckled, but it was dry, humorless, and his eyes broke their connection to you, looking away as he clenched his jaw tightly.

"And you shouldn't. Deep down, I know you shouldn't forgive all my mistakes, but damn, it feels good to know that someone can."

Deacon tried to hide it, but the wetness of his eyes was unmistakable, even as he looked away.

"You're right." You said softly, scooting yourself towards him on the stone wall outside the Old North Church, trying in vain to catch his eye again.

"I do forgive you, and... I don't believe you."

"Well, that's not really new, is it?" He laughed through the strain of his throat as one hand came up to wipe at his cheek. "Guess I can't really say that I blame you on that account, I'm not really one for--"

"I don't believe that hate and guilt are the only things driving you to be a good person, to be who you are today. Maybe at one point, after everything that happened, everything that was taken from you... I couldn't blame you if that was the case... But now?" You shook your head as you spoke, and his gaze finally drifted back to your face.

"No, I don't buy it." You said firmly.

"You're good, Deacon. You're selfless and brave and resourceful. You put yourself on the front lines every day for complete strangers, you go through reconstructive surgery, change who you are every single year, and you've saved your whole entire faction at least once. How many people can say that? How many have gone to those lengths, have made that kind of a difference?"

Deacon only shrugged at that, and you could see the way his mind was struggling behind his eyes, at war with itself as one side fought with everything it had to believe you and the other countered it, grappling within to try and drag him back into his own insecurities, his own biased view of his self-worth.

"What you did back then... it was bad, and you know that. We both do. But what you're doing now? Today? With these people who are so in need of your help? That's what matters."

Your hand touched his, and though he stiffened, Deacon allowed your touch to comfort him, to quiet the cacophonous outbursts badgering each other in his head.

"I don't just see the good in you because I'm some special, kind, forgiving person. I see it because it's there, Deacon. Whether you believe it or not, it's there. And whether you let yourself believe it anytime soon, or you leave it to our friends in the Railroad or to the countless others that we've helped in towns and settlements, or you just leave it to me, I'll always believe it's there."

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #deacon fo4 #fallout deacon #deacon fallout 4 #mirelurk queen

[harkeepitreal]

Rookie is coming back!

Thank you to ABC and Lionsgate for giving us a season 7 renewal of the Rookie!

I just hope there is a away for the writers to fix Chenford. I am really hoping we don't have another Olicity or Meredith and Derek on our hands where they wait an entire season to get them back together. While they do that one of them is dating someone else. I hope we have Kensi and Deeks that they get back together, move in together and hopefully get engaged in season 7.

I also hope that Alexi doesn't screw it up and say well it is not going to happen. ABC execs had better be watching him to make sure this is done right.

This is one of those situations where if they get back together to early it will feel like it is forced and not worth the effort that Tim will be putting into himself and all the healing Lucy has to do. But if they wait to long people will lose interest.

I am one of those fans that I will come back to the show for the finale this season so I can see what will take us into season 7 and the Chenford stuff that Eric and Melissa have mentioned.

I have a feeling if they get back together next season it will not end right away so when or if they do back together I will come back and watch. Then go back to the episodes that I missed. This is what I did in Grey's Anatomy, When Calls the Heart and Arrow--although I still have not seen all of season 5.

As @northern-neighbor said the best way is a montage and jump ahead like 3 months. That way we can see them working on themselves. Before they get back together.

Lucy has better put her foot down and make sure he earn's her back. If Tim really wants her he will.

I am not interested in Nolan and Bailey and the baby nonsense. I would like to see other couples have challenges. Maybe Wade and Luna, or James and Nyla. They haven't had many troubles.

CHENFORD ROCKS!!!!

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #abc #season 6 finale #s7 #greys anatomy #arrow #olicity #meredith grey #derek shepherd #john nolan #bailey nune #the rookie abc #eric winter #melissa o'neil #nathan fillion #jenna dewan #nyla harper #wade grey #luna grey

[ask-deek]

Morning my small friend 😎 it’s Gonna be a hot weekend here. Hope you stay cool and have plenty to drink

-Julian 🍻

Thank you for your advice!

Deek may have forgotten to do this, which only exasperated things yesterday. 😅

Deek has a constantly full sippy cup now, and has made sure to keep his open windows.

Deek hopes you are taking your own advice too and making sure that you have plenty to drink! Deek hopes you're keeping cool in this heat and keeping healthy!

*Hands a rather large tray of ice cubes to Julian *

Deek hopes you have plenty of ice too! 😇

Remember to yell for Deek if you need anything else

🥰

#Deek speaks #Deek thinks #Deek appreciates your advice #Thank you <3

[killerandhealerqueen]

15 questions, 15 people

Thank you for the tag @eyesof-kkomi!

1. Are you named after anyone?

One of the last surviving major stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood cinema

2. When was the last time you cried?

I teared up last night watching Qianli's death from The Spirealm. My son...you will be missed

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Oh fuck yeah

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

If they’re pretty (boy or girl, doesn’t matter) or if they’re being obnoxious (like being absolutely loud for no reason in a place where you definitely shouldn’t be loud)

6. What's your eye colour?

Brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending (give me some angst/hurt & comfort beforehand tho, makes the ending sweeter)

8. Any special talents?

I can dance hula, play the handbells, and sing

9. Where were you born?

Hawaii (no, I’m not a military brat, I’m a local)

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, singing, embroidery, gardening

11. Do you have pets?

Nope

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Played basketball from 6th grade to 11th grade.  Did track and field (shotput and discus), and played golf

13. How tall are you?

5' 3"

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English/science

15. Dream job?

Death scene investigator or crime scene investigator

Tagging: @friendlynbhddevil @jianglouyue @noraigo @randomingoftherandomness @sunriseverse @nineninepetals @fred-deeks-ben @marulo @clawbehavior @ussporcupine @bestbuds55 @sebyth @monochrome-summer @aleopardssnowprints @fourth-quartet and anyone else who wants to play

#tag game #15 questions 15 friends

[ncisladaily]

The “million-dollar question” in NCIS: Hawai’i Season 3 is simple: What is Sam Hanna doing on the island? LL COOL J has reprised his NCIS: LA role as a special guest star, and while he came to Hawai’i to help clear Jane Tennant (Vanessa Lachey) for duty in the premiere, he’s obviously not just sticking around to help out as needed. But good luck getting any answers out of him! However, Jesse (Noah Mills) does get more than anyone else has yet in the latest episode.

But that only comes after Jesse makes it very clear he wants Sam gone. He’s not impressed when Sam talks about him and Callen (Chris O’Donnell) being trapped in a submarine, full of explosives (NCIS: LA Season 6 premiere “Deep Trouble, Part 2”). Then, “so Sam Hanna’s just around now, huh,” he remarks to Jane as they walk to a crime scene. He claims it’s not a problem (though she can tell it is), but he is wondering why he’s here. So is everyone else.

After asking Ernie (Jason Antoon) for his take on Jesse, Sam later tells the agent they need to clear the air. He knows the team relies on and trusts Jesse, but that the other man doesn’t trust him. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t know you. And I don’t know your intentions,” Jesse says. “Nothing but honorable,” Sam assures him. “Yeah, I appreciate that. Still doesn’t tell me why you’re here,” Jesse points out, and for once, Sam doesn’t pretend that he’s really just there to teach a seminar.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you why I’m here because I can’t,” he reveals. “But I promise you, I’m not here to look over anyone’s shoulder, not Tennant’s, not yours, and I’ll always have your six. I hope that works.” It does for Jesse.

Thanks to Ernie digging into Sam, we do get a bit more about his current time in Hawai’i—but it just leads to more questions. Ernie didn’t break any laws (just decorum), he assures Jane after sneaking into her kitchen while everyone’s gathered in the living room. “Sam Hanna was indeed TDYed to Pearl to teach his seminar, but not from OSP. All the paperwork, scheduling and pay are coming from something called Elite,” he says. It’s unclear what that is, but, he continues, “any further details are hidden behind triple encrypted firewalls that I’d be committing espionage if I broke.” Jane’s determined to find out what’s going on.

Is that connected to something related to an open case from NCIS: Los Angeles? There have been a lot over the years, and Sam did say he was talking to Kensi (Daniela Ruah) and Deeks (Eric Christian Olsen) about a past case in the previous episode; maybe he was only lying about it being a past case. Could it be related to the mission to rescue Hetty, which was how LA ended its series finale? We have yet to hear if Sam, Callen, and the team Nell (Renee Felice Smith) assembled were successful. Is it connected to anyone from Jane’s team, and that’s why he’s working alongside them?

#just say it's about Hetty already!!!! #ncis la #hetty lange #sam hanna #ncis hawaii

[chenfordspiral]

Ok one question that got me super curious I’m a huge fan of chenford and can’t wait to see what happens in season six with them but out of curiosity I have other tv show couples I love like Damon and Elena and Caroline and Klaus and a couple others what are your favorite tv show couples other then chenford

Oh, interesting question!

Well, let's start with the first ever ship that I fell in love with: Barney and Robin from How I Met Your Mother. HIMYM is the first English-speaking TV show that I ever watched, and I always loved those two together. And yes, I will forever be mad at how it all ended. Also, do they have an "official" ship name? I think I remember Swarkles? But idk...

Then there's the ship that I thought was my all-time favorite ship that no other ship could ever surpass: Castle and Beckett, also known as Caskett. I still love them to pieces, but Chenford has taken over the reign.

Then we have Kensi and Deeks, aka Densi, from NCIS: LA. I love them dearly, and am so glad they got what they've wanted for a while in the series finale last month. Yes, I cried.

I also have a soft spot for Tiva - Tony and Ziva from NCIS. I know it's been a while, and chances to see them back together on screen are slim, but I'm still hoping. Girl can dream, right?

I recently finished watching Brooklyn 99, and I immediately fell in love with Amy and Jake, also known as Peraltiago. They're so precious, and I love their dynamic so much.

Another ship I love is Jane and Lisbon from The Mentalist. I know they have a ship name, but I'm not sure how much I like it, so I won't mention it..

Okay, I think those are the ones that I like best. If I had to rank them, I don't think I'd get further than putting Chenford in first place. Nope, hold on.

Because OMG, how could I forget Chandler and Monica?! I literally have Friends on in the background right now, and almost forgot them.

Ok, so maybe I can add number two on the list, after all. But after Chenford and Mondler, I really don't know. I just love them all a lot. I think I'd have to put like three of them in the same no 3 spot, and then the other three together in 4. Once more, my indecisiveness shines through. Yay..

And once again, my answer is a little long. I just can't seem to keep these short. Oh well.

Thank you for asking! This was fun. Hope you have a great week! ❤︎

#anon ask #answered #favorite tv couples #chenford #caskett #densi #peraltiago #tiva #robin and barney #jane and lisbon #mondler #i think i have a little thing for ships that were never planned and just happened #because like half of these i'm pretty sure happened because of the fans and the actors' chemistry

[the-chaotic-scilla-aster]

HL Scilla Aster HC

Something fun I've been wanting to do.

This is a project of sorts that anyone and everyone of the Hogwarts Legacy Fandom can join in on with their own HC.

I wanna see everyone's HC and how they differ from mine. Mine ended up seeming more like a list in the end, though.

I'm tagging @kiwiplaetzchen @legacyshenanigans and @gwendolyn-foxworth to join in on the fun

Background

Pureblood. (would never know till you ask)

Father is a squib. Mother ran away after graduating from hogwarts to marry her father.

The town she grew up in is actually a mix of wizardkind and muggles. Her childhood best friends were muggles.

her family is from Italy but has been going to Hogwarts for generations.

Mother's side of the family were Hufflepuff, fathers side of the family were Slytherin, she's a Ravenclaw.

Has a talent for baking and growing just about anything.

Wants a career with Magical Beasts, loves animals just as much as Poppy, if not more.

Warning. Do Not Piss Off (Sebastian approves of this message)

Interactions with the HL crew

In a constant state of tiredness, has been found asleep in corners with Ominis

Has an old, worn leather satchel her Nona and Mother used while at Hogwarts

Recently admitted to carrying a blanket in the satchel for when she finds Ominis asleep in halls (her housemates have yet to let her live down how red she turned when caught)

Has been seen hitting Sebastian with a potions textbook after making crude jokes and suggestive comments to the girls

"I was ignorant enough to willingly help you with your sister." her response to Sebastian calling her ignorant instead of trusting her.

Poppy and Her are often found trying to sneak in random beasts when hanging out together

Her friends and Professor Fig have heard “Don't tell my dad” more times than they can count.

Enjoys watching Garreth brew his potions on the chance it'll explode or shoot sparks.

Natty has been teaching her how to use wandless magic. Professor Ronin is excited to see them bond, but suggests it's best done outside.

Samantha Dale and her quiz each other over plants, and try to guess flowers over smell and feel while blindfolded. (Typically Ravenclaws)

Finds Amit sweet and well-meaning but tries to avoid him at all costs outside of Astrology class.

Will call fellow students “hun”, friends “sunshine” or “dumbass” and “Darling” or “Lovely” when trying to kill one of the lads. (mostly to Ominis because she loves seeing him lose his cool every so often)

School related chaos

Has already seen Headmaster Black office 3 times since starting Hogwarts. None of which were related to the Keepers.

Absolutely hates Divination and Ancient Runes, one because of headaches and one is best for nap time.

Only rivaled by Samantha In Herbology and Poppy in Beasts class.

Her Room is mostly a kitchen and Garden, Deek has developed a green thumb thanks to her.

Professor Hecat has started giving her more refined lessons on how to control her anger after that 3rd visit to see Black.

Don't let her fool you. She cried like a baby on the day she would have been sorted into her house as a first year and got teary-eyed while sitting on the stool.

Stuff that makes her…..Unique.

Everyone wants to put a bell on her. Ominis has “gifted” her one, shortly after scaring him in the hallway once.

Will start twirling a curl around her fingers at any given moment.

“Do you wanna do this the easy way? Or the muggle way?”

Can sleep standing up. (she has no idea how she started doing, so don't bother asking)

Will start speaking Italian when pissed or if she forgets how to English.

When asked for her favorite flower, she'll smile and respond with “Japanese Cedar and Magnolias”.

#writeblr #headcanon #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts oc #hogwarts headcanon #scilla is a mess and a half #Spotify #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #natty onai #poppy sweeting #garreth weasley #asks open

[ejzah]

A/N: Here’s my little Whumptober offering for this year. As usual, I’ve gone with a light topic for this one. Takes place post series finale. For the purpose of this story, both Kensi and Deeks have retired from NCIS and fieldwork.

***

No Matter How Far You Run, We’ll Draw You Back Again

“Well, first we’re going to change your diapers, then mommy’s going to feed you, and then we’re going to go for a walk. And, if we’re lucky, sissy is going to come for dinner,” Deeks explained as he secured the sides of Caleb’s diaper. “What do you think we should have?” He directed this question at Sophia, who was kicking away in the little bassinet attached to the side of the changing table.

“Ha!” she exclaimed in response.

“I agree,” Deeks said conversationally. “Potatoes would be nice.”

“Ooh, what gourmet dishes are we planning?” Kensi asked, coming up behind him, and resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked down on the twins.

“Mmmmaaaa,” Caleb cooed, excitedly waving his hand in Kensi’s direction.

“Hi sweetie.” Kensi closed her fingers around his fist, shaking it hard enough to make him giggle. She turned to Sophia then, kissing her tones, and the little girl let out a truly impressive string of sounds.

“And there we go,” Deeks announced, hefting a baby under each arm, and spun them in half circles, resulting in another round of giggles. When they were done, he unlatched Caleb’s sharp little nails from his t-shirt, presenting him to Kensi with a flourish. “Two squeaky clean kiddos, which will last for approximately 1-3 hours.”

“Thanks, baby. “Next round is on me,” Kensi said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “So, what are we having for dinner?”

“Well, Caleb has some interesting ideas about coq au vin, but I’m not sure we have time for it.”

“You’re quite the chef,” Kensi told Caleb, going along with the joke.

“Baaaa,” Caleb replied, determinedly tugging at the front of Kensi’s shirt.

“And of course, you’re hungry again.” She sighed good-naturedly, adjusting her top so Caleb could nurse.

Balancing Sophia in one arm, rocking back and forth. Just the other day, she’d figured out how to clap, and had been entertaining herself with the new skill whenever it struck her fancy. Right now she kept an enthusiastic, if uneven beat to Deeks’ rhythm.

“You want me to watch this one, or start on dinner?” he asked Kensi.

“Dinner,” Kensi replied without a second thought. “I can handle these two.”

“All right.” He turned Sophia to face him, giving her a mock scowl. “No prison breaks, you hear me missy?” She giggled at his expression, tugging at his beard with her little fingers.

***

Deeks had just gotten started on cutting up some veggies, when his phone buzzed in his pocket with an incoming call. He checked the number, didn’t recognize it, and resumed his previous task, dumping a pile of diced potatoes, onions, and peppers into a pan.

His phone started ringing again less than a minute later with the same number. Frowning, he accepted the call.

“Hi, this is Marty,” he answered cautiously.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Deeks, this is the Director of the FBI along with NCIS Director Leon Vance,” a smooth male voice responded. “I was hoping you’d have some time to talk.”

“Um, honestly, I was just about to start dinner,” Deeks answered, falling on humor to cover his surprise. These days the number of calls he got from any federal agency aside from the IRS was minimal.

“We’ll try not to keep you too long. I know you have a family waiting for you,” Director Vance spoke up, clearing his throat pointedly.

“Of course,” the FBI director agreed, appeasing Vance, Deeks thought. “Well, to get straight to the point, our agency has been following a human trafficking ring for the last year. This particular ring has grown over the years, but it’s come to a head recently.”

Deeks felt his stomach clench unpleasantly at the mention of trafficking. In all his years in law enforcement, dealing with those cases had been some of the very worst.

“We’ve attempted to infiltrate this ring many times, with subpar results,” the director continued on, oblivious to Deeks’ inner turmoil. “Unfortunately, time is not on our side. We recently received a tip that several hundred children and women are being transported in the next few weeks. That’s when your name came up.”

“I’m going to need you to be a little more explicit, Sir,” Deeks said, even though he was certain where this conversation was heading.

“Former Deputy Director Ochoa mentioned you’re skilled in undercover work, and a review of your history with NCIS confirmed that to be true. I think you’d be perfect for this job.”

“You do recall the part where I have six month old twins at home, right?” Deeks asked facetiously. He didn’t think for a moment that the Director hadn’t completely vetted him and combed through his and Kensi’s lives meticulously. A bitter feeling settled heavily in his stomach at the thought. “Not to mention I retired from active fieldwork last year.”

“Yes, we’re aware,” Vance said, sounding strained and maybe a touch irritated. Deeks wondered how much say he’d had in this entire venture. If the FBI had gone over his head to ensure his cooperation.

Deeks had expected the topic of fieldwork to be officially shelved, not to be on the receiving end of a call from the directors of NCIS and the FBI asking him to return for what sounded like a highly dangerous mission.

“Yes, yes, my belated congratulations to you and Agent Blye,” the FBI director added on hastily. “Though I’m sure they could spare you for a few weeks for a good cause.”

“With all due respect, why not use another, active agent? There’s half a dozen that come to mind right now.” He didn’t envy anyone who was tasked with the job.

“Your persona, Max Gentry, would be a perfect fit for this role,” the Director explained, and Deeks’ lip curled at the mention of an alias he’d come to hate. “And, to be perfectly honest, you’re the best agent for the job. You fit the profile, you have the skills, and you know to speak to these kinds of people. After reading through your file, I don’t know that I’ve seen a better operator when it comes to undercover roles. It’s truly impressive.”

“You can cut down on the flattery, Director,” Deeks said, now without any politeness. “I know my talents. I was good at my job. When it was my job. Now I’m a father, husband, and lawyer and I’d like to think I’m pretty fantastic at those too. I’m not prepared to jeopardize any of that.”

There was a moment of silence over the phone, and Deeks wondered if he’d stunned the Director by not immediately capitulating.

“I’m not sure you understand the gravity of the situation. These are children, like your twins. Imagine someone taking them in a few years. Or your wife,” the Director pressed, his tone telling Deeks he knew exactly what he was doing. Deeks flinched at the mention of the twins and Kensi. “You’ve dealt with this before. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep knowing that these kids are out there, being sold and abused? That they may never see their families again?”

Deeks clenched his jaw, beyond angry at the blatant manipulation, and even more so that the Director was right. When there were kids involved, hell when there was anyone vulnerable being mistreated, he found it hard to stand idly by.

“I’m going to need more details before I commit to anything,” Deeks decided reluctantly. He hated himself for giving, almost as much as he was quickly growing to dislike the Director.

“Of course, Investigator.” He could almost hear the SECNAV’s satisfaction through the phone.

“Let me be perfectly clear; I still don’t like this. My priority is my family and if I don’t think that your operation is sound and capable of actually shutting down this trafficking ring as well as saving the victims, then I will not be a part of it,” Deeks said firmly. “I won’t be used as a pawn in some game or to gain you a gold star.”

“We understand,” Vance replied before the Director could. “I think that’s a perfectly reasonable request given the importance of the case. Rest assured that I will be involved every step of the way should you decide to assist us.”

“Yes, we appreciate that, Leon,” the Director replied, not sounding too pleased by at all. “We’ll expect your decision in two days, Deeks.”

“Right. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s getting late and I have a hungry family waiting.”

“Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule,” Vance said, and he actually sounded like he meant it. “Tell Ms. Blye hello for me.”

“Sure thing.” A moment later, the call was over, and Deeks carelessly set his phone to the side. Turning to face the counter, he braced his elbows on the surface, burying his face in his hands.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

***

A/N: I couldn’t confirm who the current NCIS director is, so I just went with Vance before I went crazy searching for answers. Part 2 to follow.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #whump fic #angst #Whumptober #no matter how far you run we’ll draw you back again #post series finale #ejzah fanfiction