#sorry for the long post I just have endless thoughts about Theo

[kwillow]

what kinds of gestures would theo appreciate the most? it seems like he's generally uncomfortable by expressions of affection (physically especially) and it would be neat to know what would actually make him feel happy. perhaps little gifts and such? would he keep said gifts? so many thoughts about this Strange man

I thought of some other common ways people demonstrate affection and make friends besides physical touch: kind words, gift-giving, acts of service… all to try to show that Theo is a dire prick.

Theo is an intractable misanthrope - miserable, spiteful and prone to seemingly random acts of aggression. He is deeply uncomfortable with other people, and if he can't keep them at arm's length, he goes for the throat (or, at least, snaps at their ankles with petty jabs and demeaning remarks).

I think I have erred in mostly drawing his Amaranthine self with his mother or Hyden, two people he greatly admires and devotes himself to. Frankly, Theo does not appreciate affectionate gestures (or any interaction) from anyone besides his chosen person(s). He doesn't trust such gestures, he doesn't really want them, and he feels a certain bitter satisfaction in throwing kindness back in people's faces.

Being kind to him might keep him from being as hostile as he would be to someone unkind, but that's not a guarantee. He often sees kindness as manipulative, condescending, self-righteous or just plain stupid. He may be increasingly cruel to someone of a gentle disposition just to see how much they can take before they snap back and show their "true colors", vindicating his initial dislike of them. Trying to bond with him is almost as likely to earn his ire as antagonizing him. All that to say... I wouldn't waste gifts on him if I were you.

(Now, obviously, he is capable of bonding with people, but it takes some very rare and particular qualities and circumstances. If someone is one of his chosen few, he does appreciate gifts - and keeps them forever - and he may be grateful for flattering words, and maybe he will even tolerate being touched, but he doesn't demand or expect much in the way of affection. Being trusted and relied upon is often enough for him to feel fulfilled in companionship. BUT I've prattled on enough for now, don't you think?)

#theo #my draws #amaranthine #asks #sorry for the long post I just have endless thoughts about Theo #I have almost as many thoughts about him as he has insults for other people #truly; he is an insufferable jerk 99% of the time #the kind of guy who would wear an 'allergic to stupid people' shirt if he didn't think wearing t-shirts was a sign of low-class barbarism #the kind of guy who would argue with you on a forum for 12 hours straight #the kind of guy who kills and eats people in at least one AU - and that's the version of him with the MOST friends #anyway... sorry if this is not what you wanted I just cannot stop making characters who are unlikeable asshats

[m4r13l3y]

Hi I've been reading your posts and honestly they're just *chef's kiss*

If requests are open can you do one where you're married to Sirius you both have a kid and Sirius loses him at the park while you were talking to someone or something and he comes to you panicking and scared because he couldn't find him anywhere. And you both panic at the thought of something happening to your kid or being kidnapped. He's feeling so guilty because he thinks it's he's fault for losing him and you're crying and after some time of searching you find him (idk where, ue choice here) and then there is alot of fluff and stuff :))

Absolutely okay if you ignore this request, sorry for the details, and it doesn't have to be long or anything, anything is okay. Thanks!❤️

Omg thank you!! And of course, hopefully I did your idea justice :)

Warnings: fluff, angst, not proof read

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The rays of light shun down on the three figures that walked the London streets.

You and your husband who had your son in his arms, were headed down to the park in your neighborhood, just as you did every Saturday.

“‘Kay Theo,” You grabbed the young boy and set him down to zip-up his jacket. “Be careful to not fall alright?”

His head bobbed up and down with a smile.

“And stay with your dad always Theo” you gave him a stern but playful glare and then kissed his cheek.

“I’ll meet with you guys in a bit.” You stood up to kiss your husband goodbye for the time being.

“Bye mommy!” Theo shouted, looking back as he held onto Sirius’ hand.

“Bye!” You waved back, blowing the two a kiss and heading towards the coffee shops, where you’d set to meet with a friend.

—

You didn’t know, too busy catching up with your old best friend, but theo was having the time of his life; Racing with his little feet through the woodchips under him, repeating an up and down patter through the slides, sometimes even going down them with his dad, so it seemed odd when Sirius had taken his eyes off him for no more than five minutes and he wasn’t in sight. 

“Theo” He called, looking in and under the slides, walking up and down the nearby streets of the area. 

“Theo!” He called much louder this time, hopeful that his young son would hear him. His feet sped up as he walked through the endless streets filled with homes, sometimes knocking on them and asking if they’d seen a little boy near. 

Sirius wasn’t getting anywhere, and if he walked further down there’d be a chance that you wouldn’t find him or your son. So,  albeit scared of your reaction and scaring you, he made his way towards the shops. 

“Sirius!” Your voice stopped him from moving. “Where were you, I was just at the park and it was empty” 

He turned around to meet your smiling face, one that slighly had faltered once your eyes searched for Theo and he was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s...” 

Your face faltered once more and your heartbeat picked up once you saw his face fall. “I- I was looking at him an- and-” He stammered. “I looked away for a minute and I don’t know where he’s gone.” 

You wanted to be mad- you wanted to scream and shout at him for being irresponsible, but the anxious look on his face and the tears that laid on his waterline told you that he really didn’t mean for this to happen. 

“Okay,” You sighed, trying to be strong not only for yourself, but for Sirius aswell. “Let’s go look for him” 

— 

The two of you headed back towards more people. Stopping and asking if they’d seen a young, four year old, boy near. Unkowingly holding your breath in whilst they thought and nodding with a false smile when they shook their head pityfully. 

You were able to get more people to help, giving them a description of what he was wearing and how he looked for refrence. 

Any thoughts that you had tried to not let surface where slowly making their way through your mind as you walked and walked in hopes of finding your boy. Had he been kidnapped? Was he safe? Was he crying? 

You wiped the tear of your cheek quickly, toying with your wedding band, a habit you picked up on while stressed. 

You and Sirius where no older than 26, you were grown adults but still had so much to learn. So much to find out about your son-

“THEO!”

Sirius’ shriek pierced through the silent street. Your head snapped towards the noise and you saw his raven hair racing towards an old woman.

Your feet seemed to start moving on auto drive as they sped through the people towards your son and husband.

“Found him by the rail road, he seemed to have followed a cat.” The elder lady handed Sirius the boy whose eyes watered.

Your arms flew around her neck, muttering thank you’s over and over until you felt familiar small hands tug on your arm.

Shifting from the woman’s embrace, you were met with two pairs of grey eyes staring back at you, with a relieved smile you kissed both their cheeks “My boys.”

—

After getting home and lecturing your son on how important it is for him to stay near his parents, Sirius was adamant on giving Theo a bath and he seemed tense since the whole ‘incident’ you allowed it, so whilst he did that, you cooked a good dinner for the two.

You set the table quickly, pulling plates and cups out of the drawers when you heard steps coming down.

You turned to see your husband walk towards the kitchen and give you a small smile, one you didn’t return once you had gotten a good look and saw the sadness in his features.

“Where’s theo?”

“Fell asleep, suppose he had a grand day.” He replied, pulling the chair from his usual seat and sitting with a sigh.

“I’ll put this away then.” you picked up his plate from the table and in return set Sirius’s down with food.

And once you had gotten your food served, you pulled the chair next to him and kissed his cheek. “Are you alright?”

“Just tired.”

“Don’t lie to me Sirius Black,” you turned to face him. “I see the sadness all over your face.”

“I just-“ he sighed, dropping his head onto his palms. “-I feel so guilty.”

“I lost our son y/n, what if something had happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself!” Sirius shook his head. “I feel like such a bad fathe-“

“Don’t you finish that sentence.” You cut him off sharply, quickly softening your voice once you spoke again. “You aren’t a bad father, it’s a mistake Sirius. Mistakes happen! It doesn’t make you a bad person at all.”

“I’ve known you since our first year in hogwarts, and I’ve known since I had our son that you were and have been an amazing parent.” Your hands cupped his cheeks while you held his face up to yours. “Nothing happened today alright?”

He stared back into your determined, loving, eyes and nodded. “Good” you kissed him, “I love you”

He smiled for the first time since he’d gotten home, “I love you too.”

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[ikevamp-shrine]

Hello! I really liked your headcannon of the guys seeing their baby for the first time. I didn't see Jean or Theo tho, so can you do them, please? Its really ok if you don't want to, but thank you if you do. Have a nice day 😊

Sorry it’s taken me so long to post again. I’ve been extremely busy on top of fifty other things that I really don’t want to get into. lol. I’m back though so if anyone has any requests please feel free to ask.

Characters: Jean, Theo

Warnings: Birth

Jean

When he found out he was going to be a father he literally about died for a second time in his life

He honestly didn’t know what to say and just stared at his s/o with a blank expression, internally screaming, and walked away because of all the overwhelming emotions flowing through his veins

The pregnancy was hard on both parents, physically, for his s/o and mentally for Jean because, after all, he was still a teen when he died so he had no experience when it came to children  

He was terrified about being a father, mainly because he didn’t believe that he would be a good enough one to raise a child that would be able to survive

He didn’t think he was stable enough to be a father, cause how could someone that could barely take care of themselves take care of a tiny human?

The birth progressed rather quickly, it felt like one moment his s/o was having contractions then the next they were on a bed gushing out water, screaming their head off. 

(Was 100% against letting Arthur between his s/o’s legs but knew that he was acting as a doctor and not the usual shameless flirt, so Jean didn’t say anything)

He didn’t know what to do while the baby was being... um... evacuated so he just stood off to the side with a pained expression on his face until Arthur motioned him over and scolded him for not supporting the birthing women

Jean hesitantly grabbed one of his s/o’s hands until they squeezed his hand hard and practically shocked him out of his haze, so he squeezed back to let them know he was there and was supporting them

When he heard the baby cry for the first time he was confused 

Why was the child crying? Was it sick? Hurt? Would his lover be okay? 

Question after question was flying through his head

Later is s/o was holding the child when they suddenly looked at Jean and told him to hold the baby. His heart dropped at the idea of him, something so impure, touching a baby that hasn’t seen, felt, or heard any evil

But once he did hold the child Jean felt as if the warmth from the baby’s body soaked into him, chasing all his impurities away, he relaxed and wouldn’t stop staring at the baby in his arm

He started crying once the baby opened their tiny eyes and smiled a wide, toothless, grin at him, grabbing for his eye patch and babbling away

“I will forever be in your debt, my love, you have given me too much I’m afraid, you have took my hands and held my digits between yours. You have gifted me a child, you have created a family and let my impure self in, and I swear my endless loyalty to you and our little gift from God.”

Theo

He happened to come back drunk with Arthur when he noticed two heartbeats emitting from his lover and a conflicted expression plastered on the face he fell so hopelessly for 

He was confused and asked if his Hondjie had anything they wanted to tell him... only to receive a huff and the sight of his s/o walking away in response

He was shocked once his s/o told him they were pregnant, he already knew because of the double heart beats, but to hear it from their lips was like a slap in the face

It took a second for the information to completely sink in but once it did Theo jumped and twirled his lover around all while smiling like a little kid

When they ate together Theo would always give some of his food to his pregnant s/o (yes even some of his pancakes drowned in syrup) not wanting them to go hungry and it possibly effect the baby

He was already really protective over his lover, but now that they were pregnant no one, and I mean no one, came in a ten foot radius of his lover besides himself and his brother without Theo growling at them

He would never admit it but he, just like Jean would be terrified at the thought of not being a good father, after all he didn’t have good roll model parents so how would he know what a father is supposed to act like

He would not be able to deal with his s/o’s mood swings

He would try to tell himself that it the shifts in mood were just because of the pregnancy but that didn’t always work and he would catch himself snapping back at his s/o or arguing with them or insulting them like he does everyone causing his s/o to cry and Theo to freaking out while practically drowning in his regret for not having better control over his mouth

He was away from the mansion closing up an art show when his s/o went into labor

When he returned he was greeted by a frantic, gagging Isaac shouting that a head was coming out of Theo’s s/o.

A head? Theo was confused but once he heard his s/o scream his name he connected two and two together causing him to dash to his lover like a mad man, destroying everything in his path

The baby was in Arthur’s arms when Theo rushed through the door

Quickly walking over to his s/o he planted a kiss on their sweaty forehead and told them how amazing they did and how beautiful they looked at that moment 

When he held his baby for the first time he couldn’t get over the fact at how much the baby resembled him and his brother, Vincent, and honestly felt overwhelmed at how much pride and happiness was coursing through him

Theo would promise the child that he would protect them and love them unconditionally and be proud of them no matter what they did

He about died when he saw the eyes of his s/o looking at him and baby with so much adoration and love 

Theo would smile gently when he sees the smile on his brothers face as Vincent holds the tiny baby in his arms, cooing and making funny faces at the infant

He would lay down with his tired lover in the bed and rest their head on his shoulder while holding the baby and say, “rest now Hondjie, I will make sure nothing happens to you and our little pup.”

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[robin-the-enby]

Chaotic shenanigans

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x MC

Warnings: c h a o s

A/N: What’s this? A Dazai fic that’s NOT angst?? A miracle! I had this idea after this abomination happened on my side blog: post  So enjoy!

* * * * *

It all started innocently, really

Dazai and Arthur were terrorizing poor apple boy™ in the game room

When a shy knock sounded through the room, followed by your head peeping in

“Ah, hello MC! What brings you here?” Arthur immediately exclaimed

“Uh, well, I’ve just been wondering... If strippers are exotic dancers, are drug dealers exotic pharmacists?”

silence

You looked around the room, not really getting why was everyone so quiet all of a sudden

Arthur looked like he was seriously pondering on the question, while Isaac looked more shocked than anything and Dazai... Were his eyes sparkling??

yes, they were

And can you blame him? That was such a beautiful question! And one look at a confused Arthur and Isaac, whose mind loked like it just broke down, it made him infatuated with you more than ever!

When Arthur finally admitted defeat (Isaac had escaped the room without saying anything, but neither of you really paid attention) and said he didn’t know, but would think about it, you shrugged and went on with your day.

And that’s how Dazai started crushing on you, congrats!

Another time, Arthur had invited you along with Theo for some drinks

You didn’t actually gone out, but rather stole borrowed some alcohol from Comte’s stash and took it to the game room.

Let’s just say, it was a bit strong and incredibly old

So when Dazai popped by to see what’s going on, he saw Arthur and Theo arguing over a game of chess, while you were laying on the sofa in the room.

Noticing the nearly empty bottle of the ancient booze, he smiled to himself and decided to stay.

None of you really minded

When Arthur and Theo finally stopped their bickering, Theo noticed your expression, deep in thought you were

“Oi, hondje, what’s on your mind?” he asked trying to hide his curiosity

At first, you tried to wave him off, saying he wouldn’t want to hear it, but that only made everyone more curious, so when Arthur pressed on with his “Come on, a penny for your thoughts?”, you gave in, while Dazai watched in anticipation

“Okay, so..” you started, trying to gather your thoughts “You can’t tell me- There’s no way there has never gone anything between Comte and Leonardo. No way. Like, have you seen them interact with eachother? I’m sorry, but those two look like they fuck at least once a few months.” you ended your speach.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked by your boldness

After giving it some thought, Theo took a good swig from the bottle, Arthur muttering a quiet “Oh god...” before nearly shouting “What have you done?! Now I’m never gonna be able to get that out of my mind!”

Dazai could just hug you right on the spot

If he wasn’t in love with you before, he sure as hell was now

He’d spent much more time with you, pulling every random thought he could from your brain, more often than not inviting you for a drink or two to help you

The endless possibilities, the long conversations... It truly made him happy, YOU truly made him happy

Yep, he’s not letting you go ;)

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[biles-bilinski-24]

Never Be Alone

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 2,378

Warnings: death, blood, mentions of injuries, a lot of angst, also fluff

Summary: When reader goes through a traumatic event, Stiles is there to help reader feel better. 

Notes: So, I wrote this one a while ago. It’s a lot sadder than most of my other posts. It’s not all bad, though. If you’re sensitive to blood, the maybe don’t read this but most of you have probably watched Teen Wolf so in comparison this isn’t that bad. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

My phone rings in my pocket and I glance at the clock: 9:33 p.m. I pull out my phone and see my brother’s name on the caller ID. He’s only two years younger than me, so we’re really close, pretty much best friends. Now that I’m a junior, he’s a freshman so we’re both at Beacon Hills High. Since he and I are so close, he joined my friend group when he got to high school. Everyone loves him. He even plays on the lacrosse team with Scott and Stiles. The three of them are at the school for practice.

“Hey, Adam, what’s up?” I ask when I answer his call.

“I-I don’t think I’m coming home,” he tries to whisper into the phone.

I hear his heavy, labored breathing and instantly become worried.

“What? What’s going on?” I ask quickly.

“If I don’t make it back from this, I just want you to know, I love you. You’ve been the best big sister I could ever ask for. I’ll miss you,” he tells me.

“No, Adam, shut up. Where are you?” I ask, running down the stairs and grabbing the

keys to my car.

“At school. I’m in the hall near the locker room,” he tells me.

“Okay, I’m coming. Just stay where you are,” I say as I turn the car on and pull out of the driveway, speeding down the street toward the school.

“Adam! Adam, it’s me!” I yell once I get to the hall by the locker room.

“Over here,” he says, his voice a hoarse croak.

I spin in a circle trying to find where his words came from. When I spot him laying against the lockers in a pool of blood, I lose all the hope I had a second ago. I run to him, eyes wide with fear. When I kneel down next to him, he looks up at me, smiling weakly. He can barely keep his eyes open, and his breathing is erratic. I look down to where his hand is covering a wound that has soaked his shirt with warm blood. I slowly lift up his hand, afraid of seeing how bad the injury is. I see a hole in his stomach that could only be from a bullet.

“Wha-what happened? Who did this to you?” I ask him.

He tries to talk but no sound leaves his lips. He shuts his eyes but I know what that means.

“Adam, keep your eyes open. Talk to me. Who did this to you?” I ask again.

His eyes open slowly and he tries to focus on me.

“Theo...help,” he whispers.

The sound of his name causes so much anger to bubble up inside of me, but I push it down. I know I have to be strong for Adam, keep him alive.

“Help is coming. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I called an ambulance on my way here, it’s coming. Just hold on for a little longer,” I try to assure him, my voice shaking now.

He shakes his head so slightly that I can barely see it.

“No, Adam, you’re not giving up. You’re my only brother, you can’t die. You can’t. I need you,” I say, and I feel a tear slide down my cheek.

He takes my hand and gives it a tight squeeze.

“I love you, never forget that,” he whispers.

He sends me one last smile before his eyes shut, never to open again. I stare down at my brother in shock.

“No! Adam, no!” I scream, tears streaming down my face.

I grab his lifeless body and pull it to me, hugging him tight. I hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance but nothing else matters right now. Theo killed my little brother and now he’s gonna pay.

I stand outside the school and watch as the paramedics lift his covered body into the ambulance and shut the doors, taking my beloved brother from me. Not long after the ambulance, a sheriff’s car shows up at the school. When Sheriff Stilinski jumps out, I can’t do anything except let him hug me, a hollow feeling slowly growing inside of me.

I don’t say anything for the rest of the night, just lay on Adam’s empty bed, crying. My parents aren’t home, they’re on vacation. I think about Adam and I, and how we did almost everything together. We’d been best friends for as long as I can remember. Most girls my age don’t like their younger brothers but I loved Adam. Not loved, love, I tell myself. I still love him. I think about tonight, trying to figure out how it happened. It wasn’t that long after practice ended, so where was everyone else? Where were Scott and Stiles? Why weren’t they with him? I start feel angry at them. Angry that they left my brother all alone at night in a school that has a horrible history of deaths in it.

When the doorbell rings, I barely register that it’s real and not a part of my thoughts. I slowly trudge down the stairs, not caring that my hands still have blood on them and my cheeks are still wet from my endless tears. I pull the door open and shiver as the cold night air hits my skin. I’m surprised to see Scott and Stiles standing on the other side of the door, looking at me with the saddest expressions I’ve ever seen them wear. I let my friends in and close the door behind them, following them to the living room. I’m not really sure how to react to Scott and Stiles showing up. I feel numb to any emotion except sadness and anger. Unfortunately for them, my anger is the only thing that comes out.

“Where were you?” I yell.

Scott flinches back, not expecting me to get mad at him. Stiles stares at me in shock, lips parted.

“Where were you? Did you two seriously leave my brother alone in that school? The school where multiple people have been killed? He’s not a werewolf, he can’t heal. He can’t even defend himself!” I yell, tears starting to come back.

“We-” Stiles starts before I cut him off.

“And congratulations! Stiles’s theory about Theo was right, but it took my brother dying for you to finally see that,” I say to them, crying heavily.

Stiles slowly approaches me without saying a word. When he wraps his arms around me, I give up on being mad and melt into his arms.

“He can’t be gone. He can’t. He’s my best friend. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him,” I sob into his shoulder.

“I know, I know. It’ll be okay,” Stiles tells me as he gently strokes my hair.

“How do you know?” I ask.

“Because I’ve done this before,” he says as he pulls away and sets his hands on my cheeks, wiping away my tears. “I promise you’ll be alright.”

I nod.

“Scott,” I say, turning to him, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it,” Scott replies before he gives me a hug.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Stiles asks.

I shake my head and sit down on the couch, motioning for Scott and Stiles to sit next to me.

“Can you guys stay home from school tomorrow? I’m definitely not going and I don’t really wanna be alone all day,” I ask the boys.

“Of course,” Scott says.

“Definitely,” says Stiles.

“Thanks guys,” I say, putting an arm around each of them. “And can you tell the rest of the pack that no one is allowed to say a single word to Theo until further notice?”

“What are you planning?” Stiles questions.

“Nothing much,” I say innocently.

Scott and Stiles give me looks telling me they don’t believe me.

“Okay, so I’m gonna rough him up a bit? Got a problem with it? If you’ve forgotten, he just killed my brother. I think he deserves a beating or two,” I explain.

“I suddenly feel very bad for Theo,” Scott says.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because you’re scary when you’re mad,” says Scott.

“Good,” I smile.

“You can do this. You’re strong. You have to be strong. You can’t be the sad girl whose brother died. You have to be strong, for Adam,” I whisper to myself as I get out of my car and start toward the school.

I head up to my locker and get my books for my first few classes. After that, I meet up with Stiles and Scott at Scott’s locker. When I’m talking to Scott, I glance around the hall, and one person catches my eye. I immediately feel myself shift from feeling okay to feeling a seething hatred for this boy. I spin around to face him, eyes narrowed on my target. Scott and Stiles notice my movements and call my name, but I ignore them. I head for the boy’s locker, glaring at him. I stop next to him as he shoves something into his locker and closes it.

“Theo,” I spit.

“Oh, hey. I heard about your-”

I cut him off by punching him hard in the jaw. He quickly turns back to look at me, confusion and pain washing over his features. I hear Scott say, “Oh, she’s gonna do something really bad.”

Realizing that I’m in the hallway and multiple people are staring at Theo and I, I grab Theo’s wrist with a bruising grip and drag him into an empty classroom, shoving him onto the floor.

“You killed Adam!” I say harshly.

“What? No, I didn’t!” Theo defends.

“I see right through you now, Raeken. You shot my brother and now, well now you’re gonna pay,” I tell him as I kneel down next to him.

I hit him in the same place, then watch as he turns his face back toward me.

“If you’d listen to me, then you’d know that I didn’t kill, Adam, is it?” he says, and I can hear the pain that laces his words.

“Listen to you?” I ask, punching him in the jaw again. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I could kill you right now, I could. But I’m not going to, for two reasons. One: my friends would think less of me, and I can’t have that. Now that my brother’s gone, my friends are the only people whose opinions matter to me. Two: killing you would be merciful, and right now I’m not feeling too merciful. I want you to live the rest of your life with the guilt of knowing that you killed an innocent fourteen-year-old boy. If I killed you now, you wouldn’t have to deal with that. No, no. That’s why I’m letting you live. So that every day, when you wake up, you get to tell yourself, ‘I killed an innocent kid for no good reason’. That sound like fun to you? I hope not.”

“If you would just shut up for two minutes, I could tell you that I was actually trying to save your brother, not

kill him. I found him lying in the locker room with a bullet in his stomach. Whoever shot him was still in there, so I dragged the shooter out and fought him outside. That’s why Adam was able to call you so you could be with him before he died. So maybe you could stop punching me, and thank me instead.”

I stand there and stare at Theo’s bloody lip. I suddenly feel really guilty for what I did to him. I’m not really sure what to say except, “Oh. Sorry. And thanks.” I help Theo up off the ground and give him a nod before turning and leaving the classroom. Stiles is waiting outside the door for me. I walk past him without saying anything. He follows behind me as I walk silently to class.

“Hey, wait,” Stiles calls. “What happened?”

I don’t register his words. I don’t snap out of my daze until Stiles places his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I turn to face him, eyes wide.

“Theo...it wasn’t Theo. Someone else killed Adam,” I tell him.

I feel a tear run down my cheek and I suddenly feel so alone. I sink to the ground, not caring that I’m in the middle of the hallway. I put my head in my hands and cry, wishing I hadn’t come to school today.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles says as he sits down beside me.

I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

“You said I’d be okay, Stiles. You promised,” I cry.

“You will be, just not yet. Your brother died three days ago. You’ve gotta give it some time,” Stiles tells me.

I pull back a bit and look up at him.

“But what if I’m never okay? I can’t live without him, everything just feels so wrong. I miss him. His smile, his laugh, the way he’d twist his pencil in his fingers. I miss it all. I miss it so much.”

“I can help you. I know it sucks. You feel alone, right? Like nothing in the world will ever be the same without him?”

“Yeah. I just feel hopeless. It feels like half of myself died with him. I don’t even know what to do anymore. It’s all I can think about and I’m so afraid that if I stop thinking about him that I’ll forget him. I can’t forget him, Stiles, I ca-”

I’m cut off by Stiles pressing his lips against mine. I feel his hand slowly come up and rest on my cheek. I don’t pull away from him, I do the opposite. I return the kiss with a smile. His soft lips move perfectly with mine and I forget about everything else except the two of us. I pull away and look up at Stiles with a small smile. I’m beginning to feel better, less alone.

“You’re not alone. I promise you’ll always have me,” Stiles whispers.

I lean my face into his hand and close my eyes, trying to remember this moment forever.

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you can’t take the sky from me - ch one: follow the plan

a/n: *shows up forty minutes late with starbucks & a ridiculous rare-pair au that literally no one asked for* anyways, hi hello I am sorry I have been terribly absent and mostly just a nothing person?? ANYWAYS. I had this idea for a smut scene - a short drabble, you know - and couldn’t figure out a good background setting for it. and then I had this idea to do a space pirates au, which seemed fun and silly and like, idk, 3k tops?? i am so terribly sorry to inform you all that I am currently flying past 13k with absolutely no plans of slowing down or stopping. the outline is nearly 2k and divided into four??? sections and growing. @nymphadoraholtzmann​ drew me the schematics for a warp drive that we designed. everything has gotten very very out of hand and i’m still not entirely? sure how or why??? BUT the tldr here is that I kind of want to make sure this isn’t absolutely nuts and that SOMEONE is going to read it, so I figured I’d post the first chapter and see what the reception is. I probably won’t post the next chapter until I’m closer to being done the fic, unless you’re all super super into this and then hey, maybe I will - but expect another month or so wait, I think, before the fic starts posting in earnest. (I’m also tagging @olivieblake​, @provocative-envy​, @flintwoodandco​, @newt-scxmander​, @kyonomiko​, @ff-sunset-oasis​ - if anyone else wants to be tagged for updates, let me know!!)

what’s inside: space pirates, firefly (etc) ripoffs, probably-bad science, a not-insignificant amount of smut, lots of tropes, a fuckton of swearing, a huge assortment of rare pairs, a small bit of kidnapping, and probably at least one sappy talk about feelings. pairing(s): pansy parkinson/percy weasley (+ marcus flint/oliver wood, ginny weasley/luna lovegood, draco malfoy/theo nott/hermione granger, & more)

“Motherfucker,” she hissed, as the engine in front of her came to a screeching, stuttering halt. “That is abso-fucking-lutely not a good sign.”

It wasn’t. Pansy might not have a fancy school coding, or - really - even an instructional manual for the hunk of almost literal trash she called a ship, but she knew that under no circumstances was her engine ever, ever supposed to stop.

Huffing slightly and not taking her eyes off the unusually-still contraption in front of her, she reached out in the direction of her mod-com and punched at the buttons until a familiar tone buzzed to life.

“Cap?” she called out, pausing and waiting for the long-suffering sigh and the expected retort of, ‘how many gorram times have I told you not to call me Cap?’ and when it didn’t come after ten, then twenty seconds, Pansy started to panic.

“Draco?” she pressed, reaching out to hit a few buttons on her console in vain hopes that her ship would whirr to life again. “Theo?” Still silence.

Not good. Not good at all.

It only took another minute before Pansy decided that the engine was only one of her now rapidly piling up crises, and she turned back for the mod-com and started punching in individual numbers. Nothing from Draco or Theo’s room, nothing from the bridge deck, nothing from the kitchens. Finally, down in the hold, someone answered.

“Pansy?” came a gruff and slightly out of breath voice.

If she had been the type of person to cry, she might have.

“Flint?” Pansy responded, letting out a breath she hadn’t entirely realized she was holding. “Thank fuck. Flint, we’ve got a major effing problem down here. The engine has-”

“Pansy,” he spoke again, and this time his voice was slower, with a hint of warning coursing through it. The tone you only knew when you lived your life on the edge of legal, when you always had to worry - just a little bit - about the fact that at almost any moment you could potentially be arrested and imprisoned, or worse. Pansy knew that tone, and she heard it clearly, and her heart froze and sank in understanding.

The only reason her engine could ever stop spinning and her ship stay in the air.

“Is everyone okay?” she asked, thinking quickly of where her closest gun was, how many knives she had strapped to herself today, what they had in the cargo bay, if it would be better or worse to hit the Ministry or someone they owed.

Marcus swallowed audibly. “Dunno. Draco and Theo went with the first ship, fucking cocksuckers going on about legal operations and needing to find their papers and ‘probably just some big misunderstanding, Officers-’”

“Did they seriously think that’d work?” Pansy groaned, letting her forehead drop down onto the screen in front of her, tuning out the flashing red and the fact that her engine wasn’t actually still, but frozen - alive and hung in the midst of motion, buzzing like it was searching for a way out.

No way out, she thought, bitterly.

“Dunno,” Marcus hedged. “But, look. I’m trying to get rid of some of the worse shit we’ve got here. Pans, you’ve got to-” Marcus stopped and Pansy strained her ear, wincing as she realized she heard footsteps. Their hold was well hidden, but if it were a Ministry ship, they’d know where to go. “Look, they’re gonna be here any minute. Stay hidden, Pans. Try to stay with the ship, okay? You know the emergency plan, right? You know what to do?”

Pansy bit down on the inside of her cheek, running back through the endless lectures, Draco’s insistence on contingency and his stern reminders to ‘guard this ship with your fucking life, but don’t fucking die for it, am I clear?’. “Yeah,” Pansy managed to whisper back, trying to think if she could get them out of it. She couldn’t override Ministry engine blocks. It just wasn’t done. Maybe with enough time, but… not like this. Not when it could mean the lives of her men. Her crew.

Her heart lurched and she was reminded, again, that she hadn’t actually expected this. To be caught, maybe. Or to care if they were. The ship had been a way out, a way forward. Nothing more.

It shouldn’t hurt like this.

“Pansy!” Marcus was saying again, trying to get her attention.

“I got it, Flint. Follow the plan.”

The footsteps were louder now, and Pansy wasn’t sure if they were headed for her, or just nearly on top of Marcus.

Her heart clenched and she screwed her eyes shut as the only world she’d ever started to love began to crumble around her. “Marcus,” she mumbled, and she had to remind herself that she didn’t cry. Not over anything, especially not over shit like this. It was probably all going to be fine. “Don’t be an idiot, right? I expect to see you exactly when and where I’m s’posed to. You hear me?”

“I got it, Pans. Hey. Maybe when we see each other again, maybe we’ll… we’ll try this out again, eh? You and me?”

Pansy couldn’t help but huff out a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe we will. But if you want to fuck me again, you have to do me a little fucking favour and not try and be a fucking martyr and get yourself fucking killed, right?”

Before Marcus could answer, Pansy heard the hold door slam open. She tried not to listen to the gruff voices demanding Marcus back away from the cargo, to the way Marcus tried to laugh them off. Tried not to listen when she heard a gunshot, and she forced herself to reach up and shut off the channel before she heard anything else.

Her brain clicked sluggishly into action. Follow the plan. The engine room was far and away from nearly everything else on her ship thanks to the strange layout. She had time, and so she had a job to do. Delete contacts, clear location logs, erase things the ship shouldn’t be able to forget. Make them as unappealing as possible, empty, a skeleton crew. And then crawl into a space that maybe wouldn’t be noticed, and wait to be found. Or to be left, floating, abandoned for scavengers and thieves, for pirates.

For someone like her.

When Pansy opened her eyes, she was not alone.

It took her a moment to focus on the fact that, only a few inches away from her face, a pair of large steely bright blue eyes were peering down at her. Almost unblinkingly. It took her a moment to realize where she was - crammed into her safety spot, tucked down under a mess and tangle of metal. Frankly, she was shocked someone had even thought to look for her. And then she realized what had happened - the gravity of it all slammed down onto her and she gasped in a breath and reached for her closest kept knife.

And found that her hand was being held back - thin fingers wrapped around her wrist that she hadn’t even noticed. Presumably, she decided, connected to the blue eyes.

“Hmm. Alive after all, it seems,” the person - the man, she now knew - spoke. His voice was professional, clipped and serious. No joking lilt like Marcus, or the rich pompous drawl of Draco and Theo. It was plain, wholly unforgettable.

Pansy panicked. She couldn’t see much more than his face, wasn’t sure if he was Ministry or something worse. “What are you doing on my sh-” and then she paused, swallowed, licked her lips. That wasn’t the right play here. She was alone, had probably been drifting from the lights that flickered across the room on her control panel. This wasn’t the Ministry, or at least - not the main branch. She had to play it better than that. The blue eyes were still watching her and it was starting to become unnerving, and so she finally settled on what seemed like an easy enough question. “Who are you?”

Slowly, the eyes shrank as the man retreated, and then she felt herself being tugged rather unceremoniously out her her hiding space. She was thankful she hadn’t worn her typical work outfit that day, and although she missed the heavy weight of her toolbelt - she could see it glinting out from under where she’d stashed it - it was a good thing. The less culpable she was here, the better. Besides, her looser flowing trousers had more space for hidden knives, and she was thankful for all of those right now.

“None of your business,” the man continued, still holding firmly onto her wrist. He activated a com-device on his other arm and Pansy strained to listen.

“Ten-four, this is Wood, what’s your status?”

“Found a girl - alive, no crew signia. Ministry engine blockers, looks like, nothing of any value down here. No other signs of life that I can see.”

Pansy fought the anger that rose into her chest at his words. Nothing of value? Her ship - no value? She bit her tongue hard to fight from lashing out and worked instead at sliding her hand closer to her favourite knife, working it carefully loose from its sheath.

“Balls. Right, thanks Per-er, thanks, Weasley. Bring her up to the deck, nothing of use for us here, gents.”

Pansy noticed the way the man’s cheek twitched at the words from the other side of the comm, and she thought she caught the start of another voice - a frustrated female one from the sound of it - but the comm was off before she had a chance. Clearly, they weren’t usually scavengers, or at least, not very good ones. It was obvious the man, Wood, hadn’t been using code names, and he nearly let her current captor’s full name slip. A big mistake, in this business.

While this Weasley fiddled with his comm - pulling up a map, it seemed - Pansy seized her moment of distraction and shifted in his grip. Before her knife found skin, the taller (much taller, she noticed) man followed her actions and it was gone from her fingers before she had a chance.

“Good try,” he commented, his voice still almost flat. “Not quite good enough, unfortunately. No more of that, let’s go.” And then he had her hands locked together and she cursed under her breath at the use of the device pulsing around her wrists and restricting her movement. They were expensive, beyond the use of most scavengers. She was working with a different level now, and she needed to remember that.

Luckily, as they slipped through the door, she managed to reach out just an inch and hit the most important button on the ship. The one she had put there. If they were very, very lucky, the Ministry would fly out of range or the blocker would give up before the ship was stripped for all she was worth. If she was even luckier still, she’d make it away from whoever her current captors were, and this wouldn’t be the last time she inhaled the smoky air of her home.

Pansy didn’t cry, but today - she was closer than she had ever been.

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