HP – Rewind
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hackthis_archiveI am so fucking cranky that it's like a soundtrack in my brain. This came to me last night when I was running, and it was probably a lot better then. For my most beloved ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kattiya who provided the photo.
Harry Potter
Theodore/Neville, Theodore/Blaise, Theodore/Draco, Theodore/Theodore
Rewind
It wasn't the crinkle and crackle of parchment unwrapping that sealed Theodore's fate -- it was the resulting explosion and smoke that told him something had just gone very wrong.
Owls from his clients didn't tend to go BOOM! In fact, Theodore had become a solicitor simply to avoid spells and potions and things that went BOOM! upon their arrival.
He had survived Hogwarts, war, losing an eye, and Neville's appalling excuse for associates just to get away from loud noises. Ergo, his casework should not have gone BOOM! –- but apparently this case did. And then the chartreuse smoke began to clear, and Theodore blinked once. Twice.
And from across his desk he blinked back.
"Fuck," Theodore said blandly.
His double unbuttoned the top button of his Oxford and slouched elegantly in his chair. "Tempting, but I think I'll have to pass, you're a bit thin for my tastes."
*
*
Neville took it rather well all things considered. He looked from Theodore… to Theodore and only spilled most of his tea down his jumper. "I thought you said you weren't working on anything dangerous?" Neville remarked, rising from Theodore's favourite chair and taking in their appearance.
The other Theodore snickered. "I lied. I thought you realised that I do that from time-to-time -– I am a Slytherin after all; it comes naturally. Like breathing."
Neville's lips thinned into an unhappy line, and he narrowed his eyes. "Well, I never expected you to change overnight."
The Other Theodore crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame of the sitting room. "And to think that Potter thought you were thick. Tsk-tsk to him."
Theodore discarded his suit jacket on the sofa and hissed at his twin. "You do realise, don't you, that I would Crucio you if I didn’t think it would screw me up?"
"Promises, promises."
"Oh, do shut up," Neville snapped. "Both of you."
Neville looked from one Theodore to the other with a raised eyebrow. He looked disturbingly like Draco when he did that, and Theodore glanced at the other Theodore -– they were clearly having the exact same thought. Thank Mordred Theodore didn't fancy Draco -- his twin, however, just smirked.
A random image of Draco, naked and spread-eagled on the kitchen floor, flittered across Theodore's mind, and his knees weakened slightly.
"We don't fancy Draco!" Theodore said rather abruptly, fixing his twin with a glare.
Across the room, Theodore's twin batted his fringe out of his eyes. "Are you so sure of that?"
Theodore wrinkled his nose. "Yes."
The other Theodore just snorted. "Speak for yourself. Circe knows you're the embarrassment to our people. Slytherin households around the country curse our –- your name."
Neville made a noise in his throat, and Theodore and Theodore turned back in his direction. Neville's knuckles were white around the tea mug. "You fancy Malfoy?" he asked, his voice pitching an octave too high.
Theodore took a step forward when his twin didn't twitch. "No, no, of course we don't," he said.
The other Theodore snorted louder. "Draco's amusing, but only mad hatters and Gryffindors fancy him. What we want is Blaise." Theodore froze and turned back to his doppleganger.
The other Theodore just smirked, and then, with a crack, was gone.
Theodore looked from where he had been back to where Neville stood, he took a step forward, and Neville just shook his head. "Go."
The helpless look that Theodore felt flitter across his face made him slightly nauseous. He'd put himself in hospital just to get away from feeling helpless; he'd lost an eye to war just to make sure he didn't have to feel this way again, and apparently it was all for naught.
"Blaise," was all Theodore could offer by way of explanation, hoping that Neville would understand by his tone. And then he appparated with a crack of his own.
*
He was already with Blaise when Theodore arrived at Blaise's flat. The thought that he was in fact in two places at once didn't fill Theodore with the great scientific excitement that it once might've created –- in fact, it worried Theodore tremendously. Curiosity only got you killed or blinded. If you were lucky you had Blaise, who could grow you a new eye of a different color. If you were tremendously lucky Blaise would still welcome you after you had chosen a Gryffindor instead.
Clearly when Theodore had replicated all of his characteristics hadn't split down the middle, and he paused for a moment to watch himself with Blaise.
His doppelganger had Blaise against the wall, thigh between Blaise's legs, hands on Blaise's hips and tongue down Blaise's throat. The noises that he was making were obscene –- he hadn't made noises like that since before the war. Probably since before Neville –- but that wasn't his life, now.
That wasn't this life.
Theodore was across the room in three strides, grabbing himself by the hair and pulling his twin away from Blaise.
"Blaise doesn't belong to you," Theodore said in a voice that was deeper, harder, and much more possessive than his own. "Get your hands off of him."
Blaise's eyes snapped open, and he seemed to absorb and accept the tableau much faster than Theodore had, even as Theodore's twin broke free and moved back into Blaise's personal space.
Blaise didn't even flinch when the doppelganger ran his hand along Blaise's arm. Instead, he shook his head ruefully. "I should've known you wouldn't come to your senses after all his time, Teddy."
Theodore opened his mouth, but his twin spoke over him. "I was detained for a little while, that's all. You had to know I'd come back eventually."
Blaise sighed, glanced from one Theodore to the other, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should've realised something was amiss when it occurred to me that both of your eyes were green -– I still don't know why I couldn't make the replacement blue to match."
*
"Mordred preserve us," Draco said upon his arrival for tea. "As though one solicitor in the family weren't bad enough -- what shame and ignominy have you brought to Slytherin now, Theodore?" a pause "and Theodore?"
Teddy -– the twin now answered to Teddy -– slunk down further into the sofa next to Blaise and spread his legs open a bit; Blaise rolled his eyes. "Very droll, Draco."
Theodore had another uncomfortable image of Draco naked, this time on his knees before Blaise as he –- or Teddy –- had a wank and watched. It was uncomfortably hot. Thankfully, Draco managed to kill the image by just being himself.
In fact, Draco killed the image so effectively that Theodore thought it was an excellent time to tell him that his divorce from Potter was being held up in the courts indefinitely.
"If you had just married Pansy like I advised, none of this would've happened," Teddy said after Theodore made his announcement.
Draco scowled from Theodore to Teddy and back again. "I thought I liked dick when I married Potter, clearly I was mistaken, or he's turned me straight -- why am I being punished for it now?"
Teddy and Theodore traded a look. "Do you want to take this one," Theodore asked, "or should I?"
*
In the end, Theodore left Teddy with Blaise, because clearly he couldn't bring Teddy home to Neville without bloodshed. If he were going to be truthful, he would admit that he didn't want to be alone with Teddy either – but who needed the truth when they worked in the law.
There was something about the way that Teddy meshed with Draco and embraced his Slytherin heritage that made Theodore's hair stand on end. Teddy was everything that Theodore could've been, or might've been, but wasn't now. That life had died in the war, and it shouldn't have been curled around Blaise on the damask sofa in Blaise's sitting room.
Whomever had sent Theodore the cursed parchment must've known that. Or perhaps they had just wanted Theodore to see what might've been.
That didn't make it any easier for Theodore to watch Teddy doting on Blaise or the dismissive way that Blaise promised to look into fixing this, but didn't actually seem terribly concerned about the issue. In fact, Blaise sent Theodore home with the express advice not to worry about it.
"It can't possibly be permanent," Blaise said after walking Theodore to the door, "or I would've tasted the Arithmancy when he kissed me. Magic like that needs a solid foundation. At most, it's a charm that will run its course in a day or two."
Theodore looked over Blaise's shoulder at his twin sprawled out happily on Blaise's furniture and then he looked back at Blaise. "So it could be permanent, but it's probably not."
Blaise's smirk hurt something in Theodore's chest. "Probably."
"Would you make it permanent if you could?" Theodore asked.
Blaise looked at some spot very close to Theodore's right ear. "Would you take a half if you couldn't have the whole?"
Theodore opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Go home, Theodore," Blaise said quietly before shutting the door.
*
Neville wasn't waiting up when Theodore got home. He wasn't asleep when Theodore went to their room either, so Theodore went back down the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The first time he forgot to put water in the kettle. The second time he forgot to put the tea in the mug. Eventually, he gave up the ghost and went upstairs to have a bath.
Neville wasn't home by the time Theodore climbed into bed, and Theodore didn't sleep for quite some time. All he could think about was Teddy and Blaise and Draco and the life he might've led. Eventually, Neville came home, and Theodore lay still in the bed until the door creaked open, and Neville padded inside holding his beat-up trainers in one hand.
Neville busied himself removing his clothes and various accoutrement; all the movement sent an indolent wave of cigarette smoke and lager in Theodore's direction. Neville must've been at the pub. He only went to the pub with Potter or Weasley, and Theodore tamped down on the inner voice asking what the fuck was going on.
"Where did you go?" Theodore asked quietly.
Neville's back stiffened in the filtered moonlight. "Just out."
"With Potter?"
"It was better than sitting around and waiting for you. Either of you."
Theodore exhaled unevenly when Neville turned around. He looked tired, but he didn't look like someone who was in love with someone else. Of course Theodore didn't think he looked like that either, but if Teddy were to be believed, he was just in denial. "I don’t want someone else," he said trying to stave off the inevitable.
"That's not what you said earlier."
Theodore propped himself up on his elbows. "That's wasn't me."
Neville stood at the foot of the bed. "It certainly looked like you."
"But it wasn't me."
"Are you so sure of that?"
In the fraction of time that Theodore took to think of Blaise, Neville just sighed. "That's what I thought."
"But I chose you," Theodore protested.
Neville pulled the duvet off the bed and turned towards the door. "Sometimes that doesn't really matter, you know? -- I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
Theodore had his wand out and pointing at Neville without a second thought. "That makes all the difference in the world, and you really are an idiot if you think I'm letting you leave me just because you doubt that I want to be with you."
Neville's eyes were hard when he turned back to Theodore, and they floated dismissively over Theodore's wand. "I don't doubt that you want to be with me -– I just think you want someone else more."
Theodore climbed out of bed. "What you think I want doesn't matter."
Neville just shook his head sadly. "This isn't about what I think; it's about what you think."
-end-
Read through and hollering byethrosdemon. Written for kattiya.
All casting can be seen here.
kattiya who provided the photo.Harry Potter
Theodore/Neville, Theodore/Blaise, Theodore/Draco, Theodore/Theodore
It wasn't the crinkle and crackle of parchment unwrapping that sealed Theodore's fate -- it was the resulting explosion and smoke that told him something had just gone very wrong.
Owls from his clients didn't tend to go BOOM! In fact, Theodore had become a solicitor simply to avoid spells and potions and things that went BOOM! upon their arrival.
He had survived Hogwarts, war, losing an eye, and Neville's appalling excuse for associates just to get away from loud noises. Ergo, his casework should not have gone BOOM! –- but apparently this case did. And then the chartreuse smoke began to clear, and Theodore blinked once. Twice.
And from across his desk he blinked back.
"Fuck," Theodore said blandly.
His double unbuttoned the top button of his Oxford and slouched elegantly in his chair. "Tempting, but I think I'll have to pass, you're a bit thin for my tastes."
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Neville took it rather well all things considered. He looked from Theodore… to Theodore and only spilled most of his tea down his jumper. "I thought you said you weren't working on anything dangerous?" Neville remarked, rising from Theodore's favourite chair and taking in their appearance.
The other Theodore snickered. "I lied. I thought you realised that I do that from time-to-time -– I am a Slytherin after all; it comes naturally. Like breathing."
Neville's lips thinned into an unhappy line, and he narrowed his eyes. "Well, I never expected you to change overnight."
The Other Theodore crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame of the sitting room. "And to think that Potter thought you were thick. Tsk-tsk to him."
Theodore discarded his suit jacket on the sofa and hissed at his twin. "You do realise, don't you, that I would Crucio you if I didn’t think it would screw me up?"
"Promises, promises."
"Oh, do shut up," Neville snapped. "Both of you."
Neville looked from one Theodore to the other with a raised eyebrow. He looked disturbingly like Draco when he did that, and Theodore glanced at the other Theodore -– they were clearly having the exact same thought. Thank Mordred Theodore didn't fancy Draco -- his twin, however, just smirked.
A random image of Draco, naked and spread-eagled on the kitchen floor, flittered across Theodore's mind, and his knees weakened slightly.
"We don't fancy Draco!" Theodore said rather abruptly, fixing his twin with a glare.
Across the room, Theodore's twin batted his fringe out of his eyes. "Are you so sure of that?"
Theodore wrinkled his nose. "Yes."
The other Theodore just snorted. "Speak for yourself. Circe knows you're the embarrassment to our people. Slytherin households around the country curse our –- your name."
Neville made a noise in his throat, and Theodore and Theodore turned back in his direction. Neville's knuckles were white around the tea mug. "You fancy Malfoy?" he asked, his voice pitching an octave too high.
Theodore took a step forward when his twin didn't twitch. "No, no, of course we don't," he said.
The other Theodore snorted louder. "Draco's amusing, but only mad hatters and Gryffindors fancy him. What we want is Blaise." Theodore froze and turned back to his doppleganger.
The other Theodore just smirked, and then, with a crack, was gone.
Theodore looked from where he had been back to where Neville stood, he took a step forward, and Neville just shook his head. "Go."
The helpless look that Theodore felt flitter across his face made him slightly nauseous. He'd put himself in hospital just to get away from feeling helpless; he'd lost an eye to war just to make sure he didn't have to feel this way again, and apparently it was all for naught.
"Blaise," was all Theodore could offer by way of explanation, hoping that Neville would understand by his tone. And then he appparated with a crack of his own.
He was already with Blaise when Theodore arrived at Blaise's flat. The thought that he was in fact in two places at once didn't fill Theodore with the great scientific excitement that it once might've created –- in fact, it worried Theodore tremendously. Curiosity only got you killed or blinded. If you were lucky you had Blaise, who could grow you a new eye of a different color. If you were tremendously lucky Blaise would still welcome you after you had chosen a Gryffindor instead.
Clearly when Theodore had replicated all of his characteristics hadn't split down the middle, and he paused for a moment to watch himself with Blaise.
His doppelganger had Blaise against the wall, thigh between Blaise's legs, hands on Blaise's hips and tongue down Blaise's throat. The noises that he was making were obscene –- he hadn't made noises like that since before the war. Probably since before Neville –- but that wasn't his life, now.
That wasn't this life.
Theodore was across the room in three strides, grabbing himself by the hair and pulling his twin away from Blaise.
"Blaise doesn't belong to you," Theodore said in a voice that was deeper, harder, and much more possessive than his own. "Get your hands off of him."
Blaise's eyes snapped open, and he seemed to absorb and accept the tableau much faster than Theodore had, even as Theodore's twin broke free and moved back into Blaise's personal space.
Blaise didn't even flinch when the doppelganger ran his hand along Blaise's arm. Instead, he shook his head ruefully. "I should've known you wouldn't come to your senses after all his time, Teddy."
Theodore opened his mouth, but his twin spoke over him. "I was detained for a little while, that's all. You had to know I'd come back eventually."
Blaise sighed, glanced from one Theodore to the other, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should've realised something was amiss when it occurred to me that both of your eyes were green -– I still don't know why I couldn't make the replacement blue to match."
"Mordred preserve us," Draco said upon his arrival for tea. "As though one solicitor in the family weren't bad enough -- what shame and ignominy have you brought to Slytherin now, Theodore?" a pause "and Theodore?"
Teddy -– the twin now answered to Teddy -– slunk down further into the sofa next to Blaise and spread his legs open a bit; Blaise rolled his eyes. "Very droll, Draco."
Theodore had another uncomfortable image of Draco naked, this time on his knees before Blaise as he –- or Teddy –- had a wank and watched. It was uncomfortably hot. Thankfully, Draco managed to kill the image by just being himself.
In fact, Draco killed the image so effectively that Theodore thought it was an excellent time to tell him that his divorce from Potter was being held up in the courts indefinitely.
"If you had just married Pansy like I advised, none of this would've happened," Teddy said after Theodore made his announcement.
Draco scowled from Theodore to Teddy and back again. "I thought I liked dick when I married Potter, clearly I was mistaken, or he's turned me straight -- why am I being punished for it now?"
Teddy and Theodore traded a look. "Do you want to take this one," Theodore asked, "or should I?"
In the end, Theodore left Teddy with Blaise, because clearly he couldn't bring Teddy home to Neville without bloodshed. If he were going to be truthful, he would admit that he didn't want to be alone with Teddy either – but who needed the truth when they worked in the law.
There was something about the way that Teddy meshed with Draco and embraced his Slytherin heritage that made Theodore's hair stand on end. Teddy was everything that Theodore could've been, or might've been, but wasn't now. That life had died in the war, and it shouldn't have been curled around Blaise on the damask sofa in Blaise's sitting room.
Whomever had sent Theodore the cursed parchment must've known that. Or perhaps they had just wanted Theodore to see what might've been.
That didn't make it any easier for Theodore to watch Teddy doting on Blaise or the dismissive way that Blaise promised to look into fixing this, but didn't actually seem terribly concerned about the issue. In fact, Blaise sent Theodore home with the express advice not to worry about it.
"It can't possibly be permanent," Blaise said after walking Theodore to the door, "or I would've tasted the Arithmancy when he kissed me. Magic like that needs a solid foundation. At most, it's a charm that will run its course in a day or two."
Theodore looked over Blaise's shoulder at his twin sprawled out happily on Blaise's furniture and then he looked back at Blaise. "So it could be permanent, but it's probably not."
Blaise's smirk hurt something in Theodore's chest. "Probably."
"Would you make it permanent if you could?" Theodore asked.
Blaise looked at some spot very close to Theodore's right ear. "Would you take a half if you couldn't have the whole?"
Theodore opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Go home, Theodore," Blaise said quietly before shutting the door.
Neville wasn't waiting up when Theodore got home. He wasn't asleep when Theodore went to their room either, so Theodore went back down the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The first time he forgot to put water in the kettle. The second time he forgot to put the tea in the mug. Eventually, he gave up the ghost and went upstairs to have a bath.
Neville wasn't home by the time Theodore climbed into bed, and Theodore didn't sleep for quite some time. All he could think about was Teddy and Blaise and Draco and the life he might've led. Eventually, Neville came home, and Theodore lay still in the bed until the door creaked open, and Neville padded inside holding his beat-up trainers in one hand.
Neville busied himself removing his clothes and various accoutrement; all the movement sent an indolent wave of cigarette smoke and lager in Theodore's direction. Neville must've been at the pub. He only went to the pub with Potter or Weasley, and Theodore tamped down on the inner voice asking what the fuck was going on.
"Where did you go?" Theodore asked quietly.
Neville's back stiffened in the filtered moonlight. "Just out."
"With Potter?"
"It was better than sitting around and waiting for you. Either of you."
Theodore exhaled unevenly when Neville turned around. He looked tired, but he didn't look like someone who was in love with someone else. Of course Theodore didn't think he looked like that either, but if Teddy were to be believed, he was just in denial. "I don’t want someone else," he said trying to stave off the inevitable.
"That's not what you said earlier."
Theodore propped himself up on his elbows. "That's wasn't me."
Neville stood at the foot of the bed. "It certainly looked like you."
"But it wasn't me."
"Are you so sure of that?"
In the fraction of time that Theodore took to think of Blaise, Neville just sighed. "That's what I thought."
"But I chose you," Theodore protested.
Neville pulled the duvet off the bed and turned towards the door. "Sometimes that doesn't really matter, you know? -- I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
Theodore had his wand out and pointing at Neville without a second thought. "That makes all the difference in the world, and you really are an idiot if you think I'm letting you leave me just because you doubt that I want to be with you."
Neville's eyes were hard when he turned back to Theodore, and they floated dismissively over Theodore's wand. "I don't doubt that you want to be with me -– I just think you want someone else more."
Theodore climbed out of bed. "What you think I want doesn't matter."
Neville just shook his head sadly. "This isn't about what I think; it's about what you think."
-end-
Read through and hollering by
ethrosdemon. Written for kattiya.All casting can be seen here.
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Date: 2006-03-23 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-23 10:02 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-03-24 01:56 am (UTC)I know I always knew he had that Thing for Blaise, and it didn't just disappear because of Neville.
Ouch, though. Ouch.
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Date: 2006-03-23 09:42 pm (UTC)Neville wasn't waiting up when Theodore got home. He wasn't asleep when Theodore went to their room either, so Theodore went back down the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The first time he forgot to put water in the kettle. The second time he forgot to put the tea in the mug. Eventually, he gave up the ghost and went upstairs to have a bath.
and this. Yes yes yes. This is today.
look, my shriveled black heart likes this: ♥
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Date: 2006-03-23 09:51 pm (UTC)Theodore opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Go home, Theodore," Blaise said quietly before shutting the door.
Whimper.
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Date: 2006-03-25 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-23 10:07 pm (UTC)Neville breaks my heart everytime. Damnit.
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Date: 2006-03-23 11:09 pm (UTC)Blaise looked at some spot very close to Theodore's right ear. "Would you take a half if you couldn't have the whole?" Ouch. Good, but ouch.
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Date: 2006-03-24 02:28 am (UTC)*hugs Neville close* My poor w00bie!
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Date: 2006-03-24 04:34 am (UTC)It hurt something in mine, too. Seriously. Nngh.
Beautiful, all of it.
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Date: 2006-03-24 06:17 am (UTC)I think you broke me.
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Date: 2006-03-24 07:02 pm (UTC)He had survived Hogwarts, war, losing an eye, and Neville's appalling excuse for associates just to get away from loud noises. - This casual snarky slytherin superiority thing will never ever get old. You know those ads that were all classy and had timeless for their tagline? I don't even remotely remember what they were selling but yeah slytherin snark is like that - Timeless - with pompous voice and everything. Ahahahaha if I knew how to do anything useful with photoshop I would totally make you adds like that with Blaise and Theodore smirking.
Theodore blinked once. Twice.
And from across his desk he blinked back.
"Fuck," Theodore said blandly.
His double unbuttoned the top button of his Oxford and slouched elegantly in his chair. "Tempting, but I think I'll have to pass, you're a bit thin for my tastes." - There. Are. Two. Of. Them. *siiiiiiiiiiiiigh* Make him go boom again and give me one of them pretty pretty please?
Neville took it rather well all things considered. He looked from Theodore… to Theodore and only spilled most of his tea down his jumper. - Oh Neville you make me feel so damn squishy happy inside
The other Theodore snickered. "I lied. I thought you realized that I do that from time-to-time -– I am a Slytherin after all; it comes naturally. Like breathing." - He's so so so beautiful and odd and HOT, Zahra. *steam seeping from my ears*
"You do realise, don't you, that I would Crucio you if I didn’t think it would screw me up?"
"Promises, promises." - Ahahahahahahaha and *swoons*
By the way, I'm giving in 100% to my urges to just say oh I love him and him and him over and over again. I've been told that it's good to run with your instincts once in a while LOL
"Oh, do shut up," Neville snapped. "Both of you." - NEVILLE!!
Neville looked from one Theodore to the other with a raised eyebrow. He looked disturbingly like Draco when he did that - OH MY GOD. I have major issues with your Draco. He's like my sickness. I'm out of control at a mention! He's my catnip. Or that cuckoo for cocoa puffs yell? That's me for your Draco LOL
A random image of Draco, naked and spread-eagled on the kitchen floor, flittered across Theodore's mind, and his knees weakened slightly. - Um. You can guess LOL
"We don't fancy Draco!" Theodore said rather abruptly, fixing his twin with a glare. - Shut up and don't wreck my daydream, Theodore.
Theodore wrinkled his nose. "Yes." - *cracking up*
"Draco's amusing, but only mad hatters and Gryffindors fancy him. What we want is Blaise." - I never know who the hell I want Theodore to be with the most. It caused me much angst back in 1000th man too. I mean DRACO!! But then again BLAAAAISE!!
But Neville .
Damn it, Theodore, quit making it hard for me.
If you were lucky you had Blaise, who could grow you a new eye of a different color. If you were tremendously lucky Blaise would still welcome you after you had chosen a Gryffindor instead. - Kassie's a genius with the eye thing. Can Theodore just be with all three of them?! Cause Blaise still welcomes anyways and WAH go ahead and keep ripping my heart in different directions why don't you.
The noises that he was making were obscene –- he hadn't made noises like that since before the war. - PULLED IN OPPOSITE DIRECTIONS. You suck. Lots. LOL
"Blaise doesn't belong to you," Theodore said in a voice that was deeper, harder, and much more possessive than his own. "Get your hands off of him." - Yeah - hold up - he's really Draco's!
"Mordred preserve us," Draco said upon his arrival for tea. "As though one solicitor in the family weren't bad enough -- what shame and ignominy have you brought to Slytherin now, Theodore?" a pause "and Theodore?" - Again it's best if I just leave my reaction up to your imagination. Pretend it's some semblance of normal okay? LOL
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Date: 2006-03-24 07:04 pm (UTC)Theodore had another uncomfortable image of Draco naked, this time on his knees before Blaise as he –- or Teddy –- had a wank and watched. It was uncomfortably hot. Thankfully, Draco managed to kill the image by just being himself. - Is it possible to stroke out from smiling? :D :D :D :D :D
Also, whatever Theodore!! If Blaise and you are too lame to take Draco, Goyle will! You'll be sorry then.
"I thought I liked dick when I married Potter, clearly I was mistaken, or he's turned me straight -- why am I being punished for it now?" - Turned straight uh huh. Yeah right LOL That's not what you were thinking the last time you saw Goyle hulking in your doorway LOL
There was something about the way that Teddy meshed with Draco and embraced his Slytherin heritage that made Theodore's hair stand on end. Teddy was everything that Theodore could've been, or might've been, but wasn't now. - Oh I feel that bittersweet regret lump in my stomach. If I smoked, I would go outside and smoke while looking broodingly at the water. Right now. Yep.
Blaise looked at some spot very close to Theodore's right ear. "Would you take a half if you couldn't have the whole?" - *sniff* I'm still bleeding from that awful, awful thing you did in 1000th man and for all that angst that Kassie has put me through lately with Blaise and between the two of you I'm going to have freaking scars. *frowns and makes Blaise go off and have rough hot sex with Harry in my head to soothe the pain*
"That's what I thought."
"But I chose you," Theodore protested. - SCARS! Maybe I should sue LOL
I love how Neville isn't intimidated at all by Theodore pulling his wand out.
Neville just shook his head sadly. "This isn't about what I think; it's about what you think." - Damn, damn, damn.
Naturally, I think you should write more.
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Date: 2006-03-25 01:52 am (UTC)Your love for your OTP makes me smile. It's so cute!
There was something about the way that Teddy meshed with Draco and embraced his Slytherin heritage that made Theodore's hair stand on end. Teddy was everything that Theodore could've been, or might've been, but wasn't now. - Oh I feel that bittersweet regret lump in my stomach. If I smoked, I would go outside and smoke while looking broodingly at the water. Right now. Yep.
Don't you hate it when stories screw up your emotions that way? I hate that too.
Blaise looked at some spot very close to Theodore's right ear. "Would you take a half if you couldn't have the whole?" - *sniff* I'm still bleeding from that awful, awful thing you did in 1000th man and for all that angst that Kassie has put me through lately with Blaise and between the two of you I'm going to have freaking scars. *frowns and makes Blaise go off and have rough hot sex with Harry in my head to soothe the pain*
Blaise & Harry? Oh, you are so disowned. Maybe there will be more next week, the porn is still lost so who knows.
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Date: 2006-03-25 01:50 am (UTC)slytherin snark is like that - Timeless - with pompous voice and everything.
That's like the best ad campaign ever. They we ever decided to run for Slytherin office -- you'd so be in charge of PR.
The other Theodore snickered. "I lied. I thought you realized that I do that from time-to-time -– I am a Slytherin after all; it comes naturally. Like breathing." - He's so so so beautiful and odd and HOT, Zahra. *steam seeping from my ears*
Beautiful, odd and hot. That's SO Theodore.
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Date: 2006-03-26 12:53 pm (UTC)Beautiful.
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Date: 2006-03-26 01:06 pm (UTC)(bigger version if you click the picture)
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Date: 2006-03-27 08:08 pm (UTC)*pets the pretty*
Damn, when my porn comes back I'm going to have to write something now.
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Date: 2006-05-07 11:35 am (UTC)The slytherin mentality is so perfectly illustrated here.
they try and they try, but there IS nothing else.