I need help. Been away for a long time... and I see there are reviews and stuff now. I had one story that got taken down, i think. saying: needs content label? I don't get it.
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Steo | Prison | Idea | Prompt -if you will | tag me if you pick it up.
"We have this program, where inmates gets to talk to people outside. Kinda like a pen pal but with options for chat and video calls..." - Stiles heard his dad drone on and on. He doesn't know why his dad is telling him this.
It's a very risky program. Who would, in their right minds, talk to prisoners?!? Certainly not him. He's too smart for that. He told himself.
But being curious as he is, he searched on the web about this program.
'Stiles! Don't do it!' - Stiles' brain told him as he clicked the sign up button.
So there he was, scrolling through the prisoner files. There are hundreds on the list. Thumbnails of inmates with an introduction video. Then their names below. If you wanted to know more about them, particularly, their cases; you are free to search on the database their name and inmate number.
Stiles scrolled and scrolled past the usual looking ones, guys that are stereotyped to look a certain way. And then he saw this one guy.
Stiles took a deep breath and sighed.
His curiosity is really gonna kill him one day.
Or
Show him the hottest (and most -probably- dangerous) guy he's ever seen.
Name: Theo Raeken (5-394a3-39)
Stiles clicked the video file and watched. Theo did not say anything. He just looked up at the camera and smiled a little bit.
'Oh he knows. He definitely knows what he's doing.' - Stiles caught himself. And he hated how well it's working on him.
And worked well it did. He just clicked on "talk" button which sends a notification to Theo.
Stiles regretted it but it's too late now. He was about to close his laptop when a message notification popped up.
Beacon Hills Prison: You received a video call request from your inmate pal.
One of the many "do-not-do" items on Stiles' list. Because it's stupid to do so. And dangerous. The stranger could be a serial killer.
But here he is, "in a stranger's car" because he's late for his first day at work.
But it was kinda hard to say no because the stranger looks good. Too good.
Stiles struggled with his tie and almost stumbled putting on his leather shoes. He grabbed a sandwich and bolted out his apartment. He ate on his way to the bus stop.
And he watched the bus just leave without him.
"Fuck!!! Fucker! Shit!" -Stiles dropped his sandwich, looked at his watch and the bus that just left.
He debated if he'd chase the bus to the next stop or just wait for the next bus... either way he's late.
But he decided to chase after the bus. And half way in, it proved it wasn't a good idea to do wearing leather shoes.
Stiles was catching his breath and feeling the oncoming blisters on his feet.
"Need a lift?"
A stranger, with muscular arms, a top a cool big bike, asked him.
"W-What?" -Stiles got distracted by the "guns".
"Do you need a ride?"
"Oh."
Me? Getting in a stranger's car? In this case, getting on a stranger's motorbike? Because I'm late? A hot stranger's motorbike? No-
"Y-Yeah." -Stiles just agreed.
"Well, hop on."
Stiles' brain said no no no, but his feet are already walking him towards the helmet, black pants, tank top clad stranger.
Stiles sat behind the stranger and held onto his shoulders.
"Uh-uh. That won't do. My waist is better."
"W-What?" -Stiles got distracted, again, by the stranger's scent this time. He smells so good.
"I said, if you don't want to fall off, hold onto my waist."
"Oh, okay then." -Stiles did. He wrapped his arms around the stranger's waist. And they started to drive off.
"Theo."
"What?"
"My name's Theo."
"Oh, alright. Theo-!!!"
Stiles' screamed as Theo sped off. Leaning down the big bike, making Stiles lean down onto his back too.
They were zipping through lanes and cars and Stiles was starting to regret getting on the bike. No matter how good what his hands were feeling.
Theo's waist is narrow. And he could feel Theo's toned sides and abs through the cottony soft tank top.
They're nearing a traffic stop and Stiles believed Theo would run it, but he didn't. They stopped and Stiles just noticed that he was holding his breath all this time. He came up to catch a breath.
"You okay, back there?" -Theo checked up on him.
"Y-Yeah. I'm good."
Stiles couldn't tell if Theo was laughing or something. The helmet tint is so dark.
"Care to tell me your name?"
"Stiles. I'm Stiles."
"Stiles... cute."
The traffic light is about to change and Stiles felt Theo revving up the big bike.
"Hold on tight, Stiles."
"What are you gonna do?!? Wait! wai-"
As the light turned green, Theo revved up and lifted the front tire. Making Stiles hold onto his chest just to not fall off.
Theo smiled to himself, he got Stiles' hands where he wants them.
He got the front tire down and continued driving. And he was pleased when Stiles didn't move his hands away from his chest.
Stiles felt Theo's pecs. And it was glorious. Stiles love pecs. He dare gave them a little squeeze. Just a teenie tiny very subtle squeeze which he hoped Theo didn't feel.
Theo stopped right in front Stiles work building.
"Here we are."
Stiles hopped off the bike then realized he didn't tell Theo where he's headed.
"How'd you know?"
Theo pointed at Stiles' ID.
"Oh... well, thanks." Stiles looked at his watch and he's just in time. "Gotta go!"
Theo just nodded and waved.
As Stiles boarded the elevator, he kept thinking of Theo.
He's curious what's under the shirt. And the helmet. He's thinking if the face matches the fit body.
The elevator dings and off he goes to his first day at work.
And being distracted is always not good especially in your first day.
"Thinking about that biker guy?"
"W-What?!?" Stiles was pulled out from daydreaming.
He looked up and saw an office mate. A very good-looking office mate.
"You are!" the guy laughed.
"Excuse me, who are you?!?" Stiles blushed.
The guy scoffed and leaned closer to Stiles.
"I felt that... your little squeeze of my chest."
"T-Theo?!?!?"
Theo just smiled. "Do you mind, hold onto this for me." Theo then sat his helmet on Stiles' desk.
Stiles has his mouth gaping. That is Theo.
And the face matches the body.
Stiles took the helmet and set it at the corner of his desk. Then a piece of paper fell out.
His name, a number, and then Theo's name.
Stiles smiled to himself...
He took out his phone, opened notes and crossed off:
-Do not get in/on a stranger's car/motorbike-
And then he scrolled a little more down the list...
-Do not have sex within the first day of meeting-
Stiles grinned at it because he's pretty sure he's gonna cross it off later.
It's been 3 months after and they've all went on their own ways. Astarion stayed a while and stalked the city at night. Met some more people but there is that one particular bear shifting druid he can never forget.
He could only hope Halsin feels the same. So, he decided to visit him...
Only to see something in the druid's chamber that broke his heart...
Their merry band of weirdos took their own paths after the battle of Baldur's Gate.
They keep in touch every once in a while through letters. It's only been just 3 months after.
Halsin already knew what he was gonna do: help rebuild the once was Shadow-Cursed Lands.
Astarion, on the other hand, wasn't really sure. He hasn't been free for 200 years. He stalked the city for a few nights. It got old real quick and decided to come see his brothers and sisters, and the 7000 spawns he directed towards the Underdark.
Astarion met them, fewer than he remembered. The Underdark wasn't kind and doesn't have much wildlife to feed on, so a few thousands of them died off of hunger, insanity, and them putting each other out.
It saddened him. That those who did not survive never got the chance that he got.
He remembered the friends he made on the way. The ones that helped him. The ones that fed him. Tav, who was very generous. And Halsin who offered, out of pity for Tav being bloodless all the time.
He remembered the first time he met the druid. He didn't really like him much. He's too... kind and gentle for his taste. Almost too unreal. Almost fake.
Astarion couldn't believe that there are kind and gentle people like Halsin out there, where as he only experienced and met unkind, cruel, and hurtful people all those 200 years.
So, he never really interacted with the druid. But one night, he overheard Tav and Halsin's conversations. From Halsin liking whittling. And ducks. And honey. And to that dark story he couldn't believe happened.
The one where Halsin was kept by a drow house, tied on a bed and used for 3 years. Halsin was a sex slave for 3 years. And yet, here he is, a kind, gentle, and pure soul.
Astarion's perception of Halsin changed then. He could relate. After all, he was a slave too. Cazador making him do heinous things, also like a sex slave to get and lure people back to Cazador.
He was more open to talking to Halsin since then. Until that one night, Tav was so beat up and exhausted, Astarion didn't dare ask to feed.
Halsin came and found him stalking in the forest for a squirrel, or a boar, or a kobold, whatever he can find to feed on.
"You can drink from me." Halsin offered.
"What? Why would you do that?" Astarion took a step back. He had just finished drinking a squirrel.
"You need it. I want to help you."
"Well, since you offered... I will indulge." -Astarion dramatically stalked towards Halsin, dropping the dead squirrel along the way.
Astarion knew Halsin was big, but standing this close made the hunk of a druid feel even bigger.
Astarion gulped. "Last chance, druid. Is this really what you want?"
"Yes."
"Then, let's get comfortable, shall we?"
Halsin obliged and laid down on the ground, Astarion following soon after.
Astarion admired how big Halsin is, how muscular Halsin is. And yet, how kind and gentle still.
He sat beside Halsin, slowly lowering himself to a lie down and eyed Halsin's neck. He approached and bit down.
He heard Halsin's sharp intake of air. He sank his fangs deeper and started lapping up the blood that seeped out. And then sipping and drinking for more.
As he was feeding, he felt... aroused. It has always been like that when he's drinking from a thinking creature. He now understands why vampires that drink from humans always seemed so... satisfied... so high...
And now, there he was, fiddling with the druid's shirt and loving the feeling of a hand drawing circles on his hips... wait, what?
Not long after, he felt himself being hoisted up onto the druid's lap.
"O-Oh!" -Astarion looked down on Halsin, blood trickling down the corner of his lips.
Halsin has this dark expression in his eyes -lust.
"Ah-ha! Can't get enough?" he teased as he felt that huge bulge poke his butt. "Oh, dear!"
"Astarion... you are... beautiful. Nature outdid itself with you." -Halsin said as he trailed his hands up and down Astarion's sides and thighs.
"What are we to do about it?" -Astarion wants it. But he wants to hear Halsin say it.
"If... If you would have me... I would very much like to take you."
"Is it... sex? Don't be coy. Say it as what it is." -Astarion was breathy now.
"Yes... sex. I want to have sex with you."
"I want it too... I hope you like kisses with teeth. Oh!" -Astarion was spun around.
"I hope you like caresses with claws."
Halsin had changed their positions. He is now on top of Astarion -barely holding it together. Half shifting in and out of bear form. Shredding the whole of his clothing off.
"Forgive me, I just... I got too excited."
Now now, any day, Astarion is adventurous but they just had a long day. He couldn't take a bear tonight.
"It's alright. I wouldn't mind, but tonight I prefer you in human form."
"Alright..." -Halsin then proceeded to undo Astarion's clothes.
Pulling the strings apart, pulling the shirt over and off of Astarion. Unfastening the pants and gently pushing it down the legs and away. Discarded, forgotten.
Halsin was gentle. Kissing and sucking on Astarion's neck. But Astarion wanted more. "Come on, pookie bear! I'm not fragile."
"Then..." -Halsin switched it up. He lowered himself down onto Astarion's nether regions, taking Astarion's hard dick into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh! Fuckin- Mmnn!!!" -Astarion gripped on Halsin's hair.
He bobbed his head up and down the shaft and as he was building a steady pace, he placed Astarion's legs over his shoulders, and his hand under Astarion's back -and then he sat up, lifting Astarion with him.
The pale elf whimpered in surprise. "What the-"
And then Halsin stood up, walking them back up against a tree.
"What in the sweet hells- Mmnn!!!" -Astarion threw his head back.
There he was, being carried, sat on Halsin's shoulders, against a tree, getting an earth shattering blowjob.
It wasn't long before he came.
He moaned, and whimpered, and thrashed about as he came into Halsin's mouth. Halsin didn't stop suckling him. Astarion could only whimper, curl his toes, and weakly pull on the druid's hair. He could literally feel Halsin swallowing everything he's shooting down his throat.
"H-Halsin!"
When he stopped cumming, Halsin also stopped sucking. He gently let Astarion out of his mouth and slowly let him slid down.
He held Astarion onto his hips with one hand as he let the last drops of Astarion's cum drip from his mouth and onto his fingers on his other hand. Slicking them up.
Astarion knew what's coming. Halsin stared at him.
"Hold on to me, my heart."
Astarion did. Wrapped his arms around Halsin's neck and his legs around Halsin's hips. And then he felt those fingers prodding his hole. One finger, two fingers, and then three. In and out. Over and again. Preparing him.
For this much bigger, and thicker member slamming into him now. Halsin had entered him. Getting rocked up and down Halsin's dick. Being carried that way. Lifted and lowered onto it as if he weighed nothing.
Astarion dug his fingernails on Halsin's back. The pace sped up, Halsin's breathing became irregular. Thrusts in and out. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. And deeper. Astarion tensed up as he felt Halsin cum.
The druid let out a guttural moan as he shot his load into Astarion. The grinding slowed gradually into a halt. Until they are laid down on the ground, he found himself atop Halsin, his head resting on the druid's broad chest.
He felt... happy. Satisfied. Hunger and sexual desires satisfied. But more importantly, he felt safe.
"One thing though, Halsin." -Astarion piped up.
"Yes? My heart?"
"That. I'm not -your heart-... I'm -your undead heart-"
"Oh... alright. My undead heart."
Astarion giggled and fell into a deep and very peaceful sleep that night.
"Ugh! Enough thinking, time to visit."
Astarion shook his head and decided to stop remembering the memories of that night. And other more nights after that. In the forest. Against a wide rock. By the river banks. In Halsin's tent. In his tent. In this room in Sharess Caress one night they snuck away from camp...
They sent letters to each other regularly. But now, Halsin hasn't sent him anything. He was starting to overthink.
---
And so he did. He traversed through this underground path back to the Shadow Cursed Lands. Waiting for the sun to set. He made his way to Last Light Inn. Noting how different it looked out of that damned darkness curse.
He couldn't fathom, but he snuck around instead of greeting everyone. There were many people there, some he recognized and more he doesn't. He doesn't have the time and energy to talk to them right now. He only wanted to see Halsin.
He made his way through the shadows, noting how useless the guards are. He saw a bottle of wine on his way, he swiped that one up. He crept in room to room, looking for his druid.
He's exhausting the rooms now, but this one room he is sure, belongs to Halsin. It smells of honey and it has some ducks whittled and scattered about. He giggled to himself. The room is quite big. He made his way farther into it.
He was honestly nervous. He knows how Halsin goes about 'nature's gifts' on and on. So he was nervous he could be walking in on him fucking someone. Or two. Or three.
Until he heard some noises. Carving noises.
"Hello, there. Pookie bear." -Astarion let himself be known.
"A-Astarion?!?" -Halsin was surprised.
"Missed me?" -Astarion did his pose, standing proud, nose held up...
Until he saw what Halsin was doing. He was whittling again. But not a duck this time. Something more detailed, bigger.
"Oh... I guess... I guess not, huh?" -Astarion looked at the object even more... and finally recognizes what it was.
He laughed. Laughed at himself. For thinking that a druid -who loves nature's gifts and fucks around- ever care for him.
Ever miss him. Ever love him back the way he does.
"What are you saying, my heart? I do! I miss you. You would never know how much." -Halsin approached him.
"Then, what is that?!?" -Astarion angrily pointed at the thing Halsin was carving.
"Astarion? That is-"
"Or rather, the more fitting question should be: who is that?!?"
Astarion eyed the thing. It is a bust. A bust of a male. A handsome male elf, Halsin was oh-so delicately carving. So focused that he didn't hear Astarion approach.
Halsin stared at him for a while. And then realized... he then started smiling. And laughing a little.
"What is funny?!? Nothing is funny!!!" -Astarion threw a fit.
"My heart, my undead heart." -Halsin approached him and hugged him.
Astarion wanted to break free from the hug but Halsin was far bigger and stronger.
Astarion wanted to cry. There he was, missing his pookie bear so much, and said pookie bear was carving someone else's likeness and laughing about him being hurt by it.
"Halsin!!!"
"Shhh, Astarion, my undead heart. That is you."
"M-Me?"
Halsin brought them closer the almost finished bust. Halsin knew that Astarion couldn't see himself in mirrors. And had forgotten what he looks like. It pained him that someone so beautiful doesn't know how beautiful they actually are. That is why he carved this. He wanted to come find him and give him this.
Astarion looked at the carving... "This is what I look like?"
"Yes, I've tried multiple times and finally got it right." -Halsin pointing at all the other failed carvings he did. None of them gave justice to how beautiful Astarion is until this one.
Astarion took a deep breath and smiled. He cleared his throat and...
"Now, I understand why people can't get enough of me." -Astarion said, combing his hair with his fingers.
Halsin smiled too and swept Astarion off of his feet and onto his bed.
"Pookie bear, before anything else, I just, ahem, wanted to apologize for earlier. That was very, unlike me." -Astarion blushed, talking about his little tantrums, angry, jealous fit earlier.
"It's alright. It was cute."
"Ah-ha! Well... shall we?"
"We shall."
They started kissing. Slowly at first, but grew hungrier and hungrier. It's been a long while since they saw each other.
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"Oh! H-Hello." -Astarion greeted their new camp member, nervously... too suspiciously nervous for Tav's perception.
Halsin looked at him, nodded, and smiled.
"N-Now that we're acquainted, do excuse me. I have a book to read."
Astarion started to walk away when Tav stopped him.
"You seem... nervous? What's the matter, Astarion?"
"Oh, nothing. My dear friend. I really have to read this book."
"By the way, you can feed on me again tonight." -Tav offered.
"Then I'll see you tonight..."
or maybe not.
Astarion thought the last part as he looked at the druid in their camp, who looked back at him with a deep, dark, and hungry stare.
Astarion snuck away from camp, again. To satiate his hunger. No one knows about it yet. That he hungers for blood. He had newly met this person named Tav, and the other ones.
He isn't sure of how they'd react to him being a vampire spawn. So he settled to sneaking away and feeding on wildlife.
Astarion stalked the night, swiftly hiding behind trees and bushes, snatching up a squirrel or two along the way.
He reached the farther and deeper part of the land, dangerously close to some kind of dilapidated town. Occupied by goblins. Good thing they were celebrating, he can come a little closer without being noticed for more and bigger wildlife animals to feed on.
He found a boar. Although it's still quite small, Astarion snatched it up and drank. He couldn't afford to be picky. Beggars. Choosers. All that.
He looked back at the goblins in the town. He was sure they'd come here anytime soon.
And they did, the next day. Tav was so curious about the dead boar near the entrance.
Tav examined the boar and realized it's dried of blood. He asked Astarion that he might know something about it. To which the vampire spawn said that he does. That he knows it is a vampire and didn't tell them so they wouldn't panic about it.
Tav let it go then and proceeded to go on their day towards finding the goblin camp and this druid from the grove.
That night, they long rested and that was when Astarion couldn't take it anymore. All the walking and fighting are taking a heavy toll. He needs sustenance. He needed blood. Much more than what the wildlife offered.
And that was the first time Tav learned the truth about him. And that was the first time he drank the blood of a thinking creature, as he puts it.
Tav tapped him out and he had to let go before he drank all of him. He was relieved. Full. Sated. Happy.
As he was right now, drinking, again from Tav.
"Thank you." -Astarion wiped the trickles of blood from the corner of his lips.
"It's okay... but Astarion, you seem... weird around Halsin." -Tav inquired once more.
"O-Oh! You might be seeing things. We've had a long day and you've been..." -Astarion gestured up and down Tav's body "... you've been bloodless for quite a while."
"Well... fine. Goodnight, then."
"Yes. Goodnight." -Astarion said as walked back to his tent.
He could feel Halsin's eyes on him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Tav wasn't wrong. He was quite nervous. And surprised to see Halsin.
Because this wasn't the first time he met the druid.
He remembered that night he first drank from Tav. He was happy.
But it's still wasn't enough. He wondered off near the goblin camp and saw...
A bear...
Astarion grinned widely. This bear would help him feel even better. Fuller.
He took his dagger out and snuck up on the bear. It looked preoccupied staring into the goblin camp so he didn't have a hard time tackling it down.
During the scuffle, Astarion's shirt slid down one of his shoulders. But he couldn't care less. He wants to feed. More.
He bit down on the bear's neck and started drinking. He was already blood drunk from Tav and feeding again like this felt so... arousing.
And then he felt the bear grew a tad bit smaller and less hairy.
"Hmmnn?!?" -Astarion stopped drinking to see what was happening.
And there, he saw, a man. A big, naked man beneath him...
Halsin.
Astarion couldn't process it quite yet, he was still so blood drunk at the moment. Laying on Halsin, straddling his waist.
"Hello to you too." -Halsin looked up at Astarion, curiously. Especially on the exposed flesh, thanks to the askewed shirt. "You are quite... hungry, I see."
"Just call me beautiful and we'd call it a day." -Astarion flipped his hair, still couldn't process that this is not a blood drunk hallucination.
Halsin laughed a little bit. "You are beautiful."
Astarion smiled to himself. "Look at me, flirting with a bear I was drinking."
He bit down on Halsin's neck again. The druid allowed him. Astarion still think he's hallucinating.
Until he felt himself being thrusted upwards a little bit. The "bear's" hips grinding up to him.
"Hmmnn?!?"
The grinding picked up. Astarion felt an erection poke him.
Astarion looked up and saw the lust-filled man beneath him. Definitely not a bear
Definitely not a hallucination.
"What the-"
"I am sorry. It's been so long. And you are very beautiful. And you feel so... soft and smooth. I couldn't fight nature." -Halsin said. His erection twitching at the possibilities right now.
And that was when Astarion noticed Halsin has his hand up and down his exposed chest and then to his shoulder. And the other hand inside, and up his shirt -caressing his lower back.
Astarion let out a whimper. Halsin's hands felt... big and warm. And the druid's caresses on his body felt good.
It's been a while. Yes.
Astarion surrendered and bent down to kiss Halsin. Which, the druid welcomed, so eagerly and passionately.
Halsin snaked a hand between him and Astarion, grabbing and stroking the vampire spawn through his pants until he was fully erect.
Halsin switched them around, now it's him on top. Astarion watched as Halsin stalked him, closer and closer. Halsin looked and felt even bigger now that he is on top.
"Grrr!" -Halsin's eyes glowed. And he shifted into a bear for a few seconds before shifting back. "I'm sorry... I got too excited."
Astarion laughed a bit. The druid is big. Huge. Such an alpha too. But he is kind and gentle.
"Well, I supposed I'm feeling adventurous tonight..."
"You would... take me? As a..."
Astarion grinned at him.
"...As you wish, then." -Halsin shifted into a bear again.
... and it could be confirmed that there was a squirrel that saw things that night...
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Astarion opened his eyes as he remembered he had quite a difficulty walking the next day, even though the druid did heal him afterwards. He had a spicy escapade with a man he didn't even know the name. The man that made him full.
Of blood. And something else, that night.
Now he knows his name: Halsin.
The one who turned out to be a druid that they would be looking for as they progressed with the people from the grove.
His breath hitched as he saw Halsin walking towards him.
'Oh gods...'
"Astarion, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes. Hello, again." -Astarion blushed.
Blushed.
He couldn't believe it.
"It is such a pleasure to see you again. I've been thinking of you."
Astarion let out a nervous giggle. Halsin noticed.
"I'm sorry. If you're uncomfortable, I will go back to my tent."
"Well, yes. Please. It's been a long day. We could talk about, you know, some other time."
"Alright. Goodnight, Astarion."
Astarion watched as Halsin walk back to his own tent.
He doesn't hate the man. He's not scared of the man. He just doesn't know what to do.
For him, it was just a night of adventure. He didn't think he'd see Halsin again.
He doesn't know what to do about seeing the people he slept with again.
Because when he did that, he brought them to Cazador after, and doesn't see them again.
So the first few days, they were awkward, but grew closer as they get to know each other.
Halsin's story. Astarion's story. Made them know each other more. Trusts each other more. Even more so after he dealt with Cazador.
"Halsin?" -Astarion approached the druid.
"Yes, my heart?"
Astarion smiled at the pet name. Yes, they've been "romancing" for a time now. They've shared another night at the tiefling party. But nothing more after that.
Just talks. And cuddles. And comfort. No sex. No forced, unwelcomed touches.
To which Astarion was grateful for. He knows, as a man of nature, that is very hard to do for Halsin. But the man was able to do it. For him.
"Come with me. I want to show you something. It's not far from the city."
That night, he brought Halsin to his grave. Told him everything he was thinking. Everything he was feeling.
He carved new dates on his tombstone. And started his new life. Pushing Halsin down to the ground and making love.
He was ready. For everything. For everything real. He felt safe with the druid.
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"Hmn, so that's how it is." -Tav was rubbing his chin and nodding, over and over again.
Halsin had told Tav of their first meeting. Because it has gotten harder to hide their affairs from their companions. Tav demanded an explanation.
"Uh, yes, well... how much detail did you tell Tav?" -Astarion whispered to Halsin.
"Everything." -Halsin answered innocently.
"E-Everything?!?" -Astarion's voice hitched. "Even the, you know?"
Halsin smiled. "Don't be shy. It's nature. Nothing to be ashamed of."
Astarion sighed. He took a peek at their companions. And Tav was grinning at him.
"Poor squirrel, though." -Tav teased.
Astarion grabbed Halsin and buried his face between his man's ample chest.
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Theo came back to the pack house, bloodied and wounded. He just came back from an undercover op for the pack. He was able to capture a rogue omega.
He was stabbed to his stomach, slashed on his arm and cut on his palm. He took the omega back to Scott for interrogation. Afterwards, Scott gave him an order to patrol the tunnels.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles had enough.
Theo is hurt and Stiles goes off on it.
Theo snarled, he struggled to get on his feet. He just got slammed to a wall by their enemy. He was in pain but he was still able to distract the enemy enough for Stiles to lay the mountain ash prison around it.
"Good job, guys."
Scott and them went back to the pack house. Stiles watched Theo bend over a bit, holding his tummy and has a pained expression on his bloody face. Dried up blood from his forehead. Busted lips and a sprained ankle.
Stiles thought back at the bad things Theo did to him and the pack. That is why Stiles thought Theo deserves all the beatings he's taking.
Scott decided to take in Theo despite everything he did. Scott being the kind and giving person he is. Stiles was against it. He doesn't want Theo in. But Scott insisted they could use Theo's skills.
What skills? The manipulative skills? The cunning, the smarts, deceptive skills? Well, yeah, those are useful. Stiles begrudgingly admitted.
So here is Theo in their pack. Being used as a scout, a spy, and first liner. Scott always sends him in first, first to whatever danger they're facing.
It's strange to Stiles because Theo wouldn't put up with those, but seeing as Theo was indeed putting up with all of it, maybe, Theo is doing everything to be better now, to be good, to make up to them, to make up for everything he's done.
Stiles heard all about it from Liam. Theo's redemption arc. Stiles wasn't buying it at first but later on, he started to believe too.
Or maybe the courting of Theo is affecting his judgement.
Oh, yeah, Theo is courting Stiles.
For about 2 months now. At first, Stiles is just playing Theo, but things got shitty for him and he genuinely needed Theo's help.
Like when he's jeep broke down. Theo drove him to and from his FBI internship. Every weekend, when he comes home and goes back to the FBI classes.
The long drives gave them a lot of time with each other. And Stiles found himself enjoying those times.
Stiles found himself chatting and calling Theo at nights after classes too. Sometimes while Theo was in tunnel patrol. To discuss and bounce off ideas from his homeworks of cases; murder mysteries and investigations. And Theo gave him very good insights every time.
Maybe because Theo is one little psycho himself that is why he understands how those criminals think. Stiles laughed on the idea. He is like those FBI agents having a serial killer to talk to and consult cases about.
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Theo calls him, all wounds and injuries healed up. He is driving Stiles home. Stiles jogs to Theo's truck and they go and get drive thru food. Stiles ask if Theo's okay. He looked hurt really bad.
He's got bandage on his hand. Again.
"What happened there?"
"Oh, I got cut. And I keep getting cut there so it's getting harder and harder to heal." -Theo explaining, trying not to put pressure on it too much while driving.
"I'm fine, Stiles."
Stiles have an idea of what happened. Having seen how hard Scott is using Theo out there. Then he received a chat from Scott to remind Theo about his underground tunnel rounds later tonight. Stiles felt irritated. Theo just recovered and now Scott is on him again with the errands.
-Isn't Liam on tunnel patrol tonight?- Stiles replied to Scott.
-I'm taking Liam with us in the talks. Where are you guys now? Will you be here in an hour?-
-Yeah, we're close. Keep Liam on patrol, let's bring Theo in the meeting-
-Why Theo?-
-It's decided. Just wait for us.-
They are to meet with the new group in town. Invite them to join forces or discuss terms on co-existing in Beacon Hills.
Scott met up with Theo and Stiles on the way to meet the werejaguars. They learned they're all female, a small group of 5. The talks start. Stiles let Scott do his thing while he observed.
"... We don't wanna join forces, we do not wanna stay near the Nemeton, which is basically a signal light to all hunters. Just let us be for a few days, I promise we won't cause trouble."
Their leader explained. Scott huddled with Stiles and Theo.
"I don't know about you, but werejaguars are highly aggressive." -Theo muttered.
"I agree." -Stiles nodded, remembering a certain Kate Argent.
"Yeah, I think so too. I will ask them to leave by dawn. Liam and the others can stay here to watch them until then" -Scott relayed the decision to the group leader. There were some friction but Scott brandishing his alpha status made the leader back down.
"Okay... but... we will only leave if he comes with us."
"What?" -Scott didn't expect a request.
"Him."
"No way." -Stiles strongly disagreed.
The group leader was pointing at Theo. "At least give us some protection. A capable mate for me."
Theo just scoffed. "I'm not up for mating."
"That or we stay as long as we like."
"... How about this." -Stiles proposed. "The real reason you're here is because you're all sick. You plan to steal our herb reserve. Preferably tonight because you know our resident doctor wouldn't be home."
The gang leader took a defensive stance.
"Okay, I'll give you a generous amount of 9 herbs and then you leave tonight. No taking Theo with you."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Well... you have to deal with a true alpha." -Stiles turned his head to Scott, who was half shifted by now.
"It was said this place and your pack is sanctuary to all supernatural beings!"
"Not if you threaten to take anyone away." -Scott said with a growl.
The group leader knew there is no way they'd win. "Fine. Get me the herbs."
After Scott's new recruits arrived with the herbs, the werejaguars left. But their leader really likes Theo, and as she passed him by, she said:
"We'll be 2 towns over, if you change your mind." -plus a hand, slowly gliding down Theo's muscular arm.
"I have my eyes set on someone else." -Theo shrugged the leader's hand away from him.
Theo watched the group leave and looked at Stiles. Having a renewed faith on a chance.
A chance that Stiles actually likes him back. With the human getting all no-way-you're-taking-Theo upset a while ago.
After that, Scott still wanted to send Theo on tunnel patrol duty but Stiles said Theo's driving him home even before Scott got the chance to say it. And so Theo drove Stiles home.
"Hey, Theo. If you like, you can stay here. Liam could use the tunnel patrol experience." -Stiles invited him to stay there to avoid the patrol task.
And Theo did. They went up to Stiles' room and Theo acting all strange.
"Hey? What's the matter?" -Stiles just went about the room as normal.
"...This is the first time for me. Here, in your room."
"What?!? You've never been here?" -Stiles remembered all the pack members whose been in his room. And yeah, this is Theo's first time to be here. "Well, there's a first to everything. You never know, you might be coming here more often in the future."
"W-What?" -Theo didn't expect that.
"Nothing! Nothing." -Stiles blushed. He was just being playful, flirty if you will. Because it's true, if he decides to answer Theo, then definitely, Theo would be in his room more often.
Theo was smirking and shaking his head, thinking of a comeback, but that caught him so off guard that he couldn't come up with one.
"Uhm, I'm gonna head to bed. By the way, use this on your wounds." -Stiles threw him a poultice Deaton taught him to make. Something to make the wounds stay clean for a longer time.
Theo caught it and sat on the chair by the window. He took the gauze off his hand and tended to it. He lifted his shirt and applied the poultice to random cuts on his torso.
Stiles just watched him. He memorized all the spots Theo has wounds and scratches and bruises.
"Well, uhm, Theo, I'm tired, I'll go to sleep, stay as long as you like." -Stiles headed to bed.
As he laid down, he smiled to himself on how things turned. Before, he couldn't stand Theo, but now he can sleep in the same room with Theo present.
The next day, Stiles woke up and Theo was gone, left a message of thanks and that he headed to school.
Theo goes to school on weekends, in a special program to make up for the lost time when he was dragged to hell; and once made, he can go back to school to continue his last sem of senior year.
Stiles thought to give Theo a visit.
He finds him on the lacrosse field. Coach Finstock recruited him.
Theo sensed Stiles and looked at his direction. Stiles waved.
"Bilinski!" -Coach Finstock intercepted him. "What are you doing here?"
"I missed you, coach!" - Stiles attempted to give coach a kiss.
"Ugh!" -Coach Finstock stopped him with a hand to his face.
Stiles knew that way, coach would leave him alone. Theo jogged towards him.
"Hey." -Theo in lacrosse practice uniform.
"You joined?" -Stiles sat in the bleachers.
"Yeah." -Theo stood right in front of him.
"I never knew you like sports. Sports aside from hunting and killing."
Theo laughed at that. "Just to release some aggression."
Stiles just nodded. He looked at the other players. He remembered his lacrosse days back then. And that winning shot he got. It was the fun days. Way before the shit hit the fan.
Stiles stayed to watch Theo practice with the team. He decided to stay even after and play with Theo a bit.
"Fine! But make sure you tidy up the things!" -Coach Finstock let them stay.
"Want a serious match or just for fun match, Stiles?"
"Just for fun." -Stiles gripped the lacrosse stick.
"Okay." -Theo smirked and threw the ball right past Stiles' left shoulder and into the goal.
"Ha! For fun, I said! Not for the Olympics or something!"
Theo laughed. They change places. It's now Theo's time to be goalie.
"Theo, no superpowers!" -Stiles was gearing up for a shot.
"Okay."
Stiles kept licking his lips and aiming and aiming for the goal before actually taking the shot. And of course, Theo caught it. Stiles was mad accusing him of using chimera powers but Theo didn't. Stiles is just really not good at it.
"Okay, that's it. I don't wanna play anymore!" -Stiles throwing the stick down.
"I didn't use supernatural powers, Stiles. You're just really bad at it."
"Just- Forget it!" -Stiles waving his hand off.
Stiles waited for Theo in the lockers. He looked at the seat where they confronted Theo. And where he said: "I came back for you." Stiles didn't really know the gravity of those words.
Theo wanted him. From day one. And there he is right now, feeling the same. He wants Theo now.
He turned his attention to the sound from the showers.
Theo is in there. Naked.
Stiles felt a little panic and stepped out of the lockers. A few minutes after, Theo stepped out too.
"Stiles, are you okay? I smelled panic."
"I'm fine. Let's get outta here." -Stiles walked away. Fast. He wanted to answer Theo but Theo is not asking him the question yet.
"Drop me by the tunnel entrance. I'm on patrol." -Theo said, settling in the passenger seat of the jeep.
"Oh. Okay."
"Stiles? Tomorrow, will you go out with me?"
"Oh? Where are you taking me?" -Stiles smiled. Theo courting him, does this quite a lot, take him on dates.
"It's a surprise." -Theo was smiling.
"You know my anxiety, I don't like surprises."
"I know. But you'll love this."
Stiles agreed. And so their date was set.
The following week, Stiles gradually calling out Scott for using Theo too much. Scott took the use and abuse too seriously.
Stiles would lightly tell Scott to give Theo a few minutes or hours before being sent for work again. Sometimes they'd be out, hanging out, and Stiles would tell Scott to let Liam do the patrols. The kid needs that experience somehow.
Their date night arrived. Theo was driving them in his truck when Scott called. An emergency.
Theo sighed. "I guess date night is cancelled."
"Apparently so." -Stiles confirmed as he gestured for Theo to make that U-turn.
They were called towards the Nemeton and they saw Scott and Liam, shifted, chasing after their enemy of the week. The werejaguar leader came back.
"I warned you." -Scott intimidating the werejaguar. "Why are you back?"
"Nothing much... just some petty reason." -she spotted Theo and Stiles running over to them.
Liam lunged at her but missed. She charged towards Stiles and Theo.
Theo was fully prepared to intercept her but she made a sharp and quick turn towards Stiles.
They rolled over the ground. Stiles tried to wrestle her off but to no avail. She pushed Stiles over the cliff.
"Holy sh-" - Stiles couldn't do anything.
He was falling off the cliff. He could only hold his hand up, hoping to be saved.
"Stiles!" -Theo jumped after him.
Theo caught him and held onto exposed vines on the cliff.
"Tch!" -Theo exclaimed as the vine rope burned through the bandage on his hand. And brutally so onto the wound there. Making it bleed again.
They slid for a little bit more before finally getting caught on bigger vines, stopping them from falling.
Back at the top, Scott and Liam were trying the werejaguar to a tree and then hurrying to help Theo and Stiles. Lowering down a rope to get them back up.
"Stiles! Oh man!" -Scott pulled Stiles into a tight hug once the two was saved. "I was so worried!"
"I was too." -Stiles hugged him as tight, looking at Theo, nodding him a thank you.
They subdued the werejaguar leader, and as agreed -Scott will try to talk to the supernatural beings walking into Beacon Hills, with the goal of peace, and when it is not achieved, the hunters will take care of it- Scott called Chris Argent to deal with the werejaguar.
As they were walking, Scott was going on about checking the old werejaguar hideout before calling it a day.
And Scott wanted to send Theo and Liam.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles went off.
"O-Okay. Me and Liam would go." -Scott conceded. He felt guilty afterwards, he never checked on Theo. And now only saw Theo's hand. "Sorry, Theo."
"Yeah. Apology accepted." -Theo soothing his wounded palm.
They parted ways. Scott and Liam towards the hideout and Stiles and Theo towards Theo's jeep.
Stiles applied poultice on Theo's palm. "Thanks. A lot."
"No problem. As if I would just let you die on me right there. You owe me a date."
"Well... our sched just freed up."
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And so, they revisited their original schedule for tonight. The date:
"W-What the-" -Stiles was greeted by tiny lights floating in some enclosure far from the reserve. "What is this? I've never... there were no fireflies in Beacon Hills. Ever!"
"There are now." -Theo watched him enjoy the view.
There were so many. Flying, floating, near the trees too... it looked magical.
"Since when? How?" -Stiles wanted to get to the bottom of this.
"I don't know. Must be a Nemeton thing. Again."
Stiles wanted to ask questions again, but the view was so beautiful, he just accepted that explanation. The Nemeton does make and affect all sorts of stuff.
"Stiles? Can I ask the questions now?"
"Sure." -Stiles waved his hand, eyes fixed on the sea of fireflies in front of them.
"Will you... be my mate?"
"..." -Stiles blinked. A lot of times.
"Stiles?" -Theo was concerned.
Stiles looked back at him. The fireflies are near them now, surrounding them. Making Theo have the background of little lights floating.
Beautiful.
"Yes." -Stiles said.
Theo smiled, ear to ear.
"I was waiting for you to ask that." -Stiles revealed.
"I was waiting for you to be sure." -Theo walked slowly towards Stiles.
Reached for Stiles' waist and pulled him into a kiss.
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Theo checked his phone as another message from his tattoo artist, Stiles, came in.
Checking up on him. And how his tattoo is healing.
Stiles kept in touch with him all throughout. Theo didn't think much of it... until Stiles started showing up to his work. Driving him home... every night. And sometimes taking him on dinners. Nothing, fancy. Just places Stiles like. Or Theo likes.
Now... that does look kinda... not your ordinary tattoo artist - client thing...
"I told you! He's into you! No tattoo artist does this to all of their clients!!!" -Corey teased him as he stepped away from Theo when he saw Stiles' pull into the parking lot.
Theo took a deep breath and readied himself...
"Theo! Hey!" -Stiles came jogging towards him, in that nice, tight jeans, and black shirt -showing off his own tattoos.
"Hi, Stiles." -Theo said, looking him over.
Stiles took Theo's hand. "Good, tats healed nicely."
Theo remembered how nervous he was getting his first tattoo and having Stiles touch and hold his hand in place.
And now he was thinking, was all the hand holding necessary back then? Was all the little caresses and soft squeezes necessary back then?
... Like what Stiles is doing now?
Theo cleared his throat and Stiles let his hand go.
"Sorry. So, dinner?"
"Well... I am hungry."
"Nice. There's this new place just down the road from here."
Stiles led Theo towards his jeep. And they drove to the new place.
They've been doing this a while. Theo wanted to ask. What is this? What are they doing? What are they?
Stiles definitely ain't treating him like his bro or buddy or something like a just a guy friend.
Definitely not. As Theo caught himself catching his breath as Stiles dove back down on his neck, sucking and licking.
They've long done dinner. Drove away from the city, parked near a cliff, and are now kissing and groping at the backseat of Stiles' jeep.
...Under the moonlight...
Nope, definitely not just friends.
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Garreth is obsessed. Obsessed with his experiments with potions and on getting ingredients for them.
But there is another thing he is obsessed about: opals.
Care of the Slytherin student: Ominis Gaunt's eyes.
Garreth went back to his dorm room. Remembering how Ominis touched him. On his chest.
Garreth gulped as he thought dirty thoughts. About Ominis. Warm, hot, steamy, moist, wet, hard thoughts.
Those hands, sliding from his chest to his waist and into a hug holding onto his lower back.
Or could also be those hands wrapped around his neck. Or on his head, his hair, gripping and pulling.
Or on his back, nails dragging down on it. Or could be down on his belly, towards between his legs and...
Garreth slapped himself with both his hands and shook himself to stop thinking about it.
He willed himself to stand and go do other things. Like continue working on his version of Fizz Beer.
The next day, Garreth was late. He stayed up very late brewing versions of his fizz beer, just to keep himself from thinking dirty thoughts about Ominis.
Professor Sharp scolded him again and made him stay to clean the other tables, on top of deducting points from Gryffindor.
After class, before leaving, Ominis walked by Garreth and greeted him.
"What might have you done last night to be late to your favorite class?"
Oh, nothing much, just thought sinful things about you.
But of course Garreth couldn't say that...
"Oh! Well, I worked on my Fizz Beer." -he said instead.
"Did you know, my sister experimented on potions too while she was here. But she made rather scandalous ones."
"Really? Like what?" -Garreth got curious.
It's not everyday he hears stories about the Gaunts.
"Well..." -Ominis leaned in closer to Garreth. "She made a potion that made her boyfriend taste like chocolate all over."
"A-All over???" -Garreth's mind is heading thousands of directions.
And Ominis was more than willing to guide him to a certain direction.
"Yes, including his... cum."
"Wo-Woah?!? W-What?" -Garreth blushed and staggered. Fumbling and scattering the things on the desk that he had just tidied up.
Ominis let out a little laugh before walking out. Feeling a little satisfied that he made Garreth flustered and heart beat quicker.
Garreth was distracted the whole day. All he could think of is Ominis and chocolates.
Garreth was feeling on edge the whole day so he decided to head in early to his dorm room. On his way back, Garreth saw Ominis on the same spot as the previous time. By the staircase.
And again, looking very upset at the 5th year who had just walked away.
"Ominis?"
"Garreth? You always find me in this... peculiar situations." -Ominis still sounded upset.
"Sebastian again? Or the 5th year? Did he do something to you?" -Garreth was ready to throw hands with the 5th year.
"No. It's Sebastian." -Ominis started walking away from the Undercroft entrance.
Garreth walked with him. "Do you wanna talk about it with me?"
"...Ugh! Sebastian told and showed the 5th year about our... secret area in Hogwarts." -Ominis divulged.
"Oh... secret area? Sounds intriguing."
"I am not telling you, Garreth." -Ominis was quick and back to his usual snarky self.
"Okay, okay. If it will make you feel better. I have a secret room too."
"...You do?" -Now it was Ominis who was intrigued.
"And I am willing to show you. Do you want me to?"
Ominis just nodded and readied his wand to go around. Garreth let out a little excited laugh at that.
"Alright, Ominis Gaunt. Follow me."
Garreth started traversing towards the One-Eyed Witch statue.
"It's the passage to Honeydukes. Isn't exactly a secret." -Ominis sounded disappointed.
"Wait. Let us just walk a bit more."
Garreth led Ominis into a room in the middle of the passageway. The path to it is quite hidden. And Garreth enchanted it to only open if you made 5 droplets of the wiggenweld potion on the stone door.
"I didn't know you could do enchantments like that." -Ominis was in awe as he heard the droplets and the door open.
"It's our secret." -Garreth was feeling playful. "So, here is my secret area. Nothing much here really."
The room is quite small but tidy. With just a lone couch and potion station in the middle. And a little cracks on the ceiling where light could seep through.
This is where Garreth spends most of his time on his experimental potions.
"Why did you show me this, Garreth?"
"So, if you need me, you know where to find me."
Ominis smiled.
The moonlight shone through the cracks on the ceiling and hits Ominis just right.
The light shone on Ominis' face perfectly. Highlighting his features. And making his eyes look like they're glowing.
Ominis just looks so...
You're so beautiful, Ominis.
Garreth wished he could say it out loud.
"Well, I feel tired already. I wanna go back to my dorm room." -Ominis
"Oh, alright. Let's head back."
Garreth walked Ominis to the Slytherin dorm. They were standing right in front of the entrance.
"It was a good evening, Garreth." -Ominis bid him goodbye for the day.
"Uh, yeah. Well then, goodnight, Ominis."
Ominis smiled and then headed inside.
Garreth really wished he said it out loud.
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Ominis listened to Sebastian's ramblings about his researches on how to possibly cure Anne's curse.
Ominis was settled onto a barrel. Swaying his feet.
"So, yeah. That was the latest. Hopefully that 5th year discovers something too." -Sebastian ended his speech.
"Sebastian?"
"Yes, Ominis?"
"You know Garreth Weasley, right?"
"Yes. What about hi- Did he do something to you?!? Did he subject you to his silly potions?!!" -Sebastian was very protective.
"Calm down, Sebastian! He didn't do such things to me."
"Alright then... What about him?"
"Is he... good?"
"Well, he is fun. He makes potions class bearable with his silly potion antics... You two got quite close to each other lately, isn't it? Do you like him?"
"He is alright."
"I mean, not just as a friend, Ominis. Do you like him?" -Sebastian emphasizing the like word.
"I'm still getting to know him. What does he look like?"
Sebastian scoffed. "I look better than him."
"I think I'd be the judge of that."
Sebastian laughed. "Well, he is a Weasley, and as all of them, he has reddish hair. His is a bit redder than his other relatives though. He also has freckles all over his face."
Ominis was nodding.
"So, you've not yet... you know, felt his face? Like you did me before?"
"Not yet."
"Hmn. Alright. You're gonna tell me if you two ended up dating, right?"
"Why would I? So you would torment Garreth?"
"No! So that I could give him advice. You could be quite difficult at times. I'm not quite sure if Garreth could handle you." -Sebastian teased.
"Oh really?!?"
Sebastian was laughing by then. He kept laughing as Ominis tried to hit him with a normal wand attack.
Sebastian kept avoiding the hits and laughing. Running onto barrels at times. Ominis would laugh at that.
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The days passed peacefully after that. But Sebastian's obsession with the dark arts grew. Even more so when he learned about Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium.
Once again, hounding Ominis about it. And Ominis gave in, with the help of the 5th year.
Ultimately ending with them having to use the Crucio spell.
Which brought bad memories for Ominis. He was barely keeping it together. He has trauma with the curses. Specially the Crucio one.
Ominis almost didn't make it through. Hearing the 5th year exclaim in pain as Sebastian casted the Crucio on the 5th year, for them to get into the scriptorium.
And they did. Sebastian and the 5th year explored while Ominis just followed behind, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
The Crucio spell brought back bad memories. And feelings. How he felt the curse. Casted on him by his own family nonetheless. When he refused to cast it on muggles for sport.
He bid goodbye to Sebastian and the 5th year. He wanted to get out of there asap.
The trauma is becoming too much. As if he feels the pain again. He hurried out of there. Going to his dorm room.
Crashing onto Garreth on his way there.
"Woah! Ominis. There you are! I was looking for you. I restocked on those choco-Ominis?" -Garreth just noticed Ominis was...
...crying.
"Ominis?!? What's the matter?" -Garreth held him by his shoulders.
"Garreth." -Ominis heaved.
"What th- okay. Okay, let's get out of here."
Garreth hurried themselves to his secret room in the honeydukes passage.
Garreth kept asking Ominis what was wrong but the Slytherin never answered.
"Ominis? Please. Are you alright? What can I do to make you feel better?"
Ominis just shook his head and sat on the stone floor.
"Please. Ominis." my love. Garreth wanted to add but never did.
"Garreth just... I just wanted to lie down."
"Alright."
Garreth looked around for something for Ominis to lay down on. But he has nothing but the mongrel furs he stocked there for his potions.
"I'm sorry. This is all I have."
Garreth placed the furs down on the floor. Ominis didn't care. He sniffed and heaved and cried as he lied down on the furs.
Garreth stayed there with Ominis. Waiting for the Gaunt to wake up and hopefully feel better.
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Ominis woke up almost an hour later. Hearing Garreth still in the room.
"Garreth?"
"Hey. How are you feeling now?" -Garreth was beside him immediately.
"Better now." -Ominis stood.
"What happened? Were you hurt? Is it Sebastian again?"
"I'm not hurt. It's... I'm sorry, Garreth. I couldn't talk about it."
"Okay... but... please. If Sebastian kept hurting you like this. I think it's okay to distance yourself."
"I... I wanna head back." -Ominis started walking back to Hogwarts.
"Wait!"
Garreth placed the chocolates in Ominis coat pocket.
"Thank you, Garreth."
Garreth walked with Ominis to the Slytherin dorm again. And kept waiting there even after Ominis headed in.
Ominis was crying! Merlin's beard! He had enough. He waited for Sebastian to talk to him.
Sebastian arrived with the 5th year a few moments later.
"Sallow! Hey. Can we talk for a minute?"
"Okay... You go ahead then." -Sebastian hurried the 5th year ahead. "Weasley. What's it about?"
"Sallow... Ominis is always upset. He seemed so hurt tonight. What did you do?!?"
Sebastian was quite impressed that Garreth was confronting him. "Woah! Calm down. It's something you couldn't know and understand."
"Whatever it is, stop it!"
"I will talk to Ominis... But I have my reason to not stop what I'm doing."
"Stop hurting him, Sallow."
"Believe me. I'm trying. I really am."
Garreth looked at Sebastian one last time, very seriously, before walking out of the Slytherin dungeon.
Sebastian watched Garreth leave. He was in awe actually. The Gryffindor must really like Ominis a lot. To come here and confront him.
Garreth isn't one to participate in fights or arguments. He never heard him get mad or upset in all the years he had him as a classmate.
Garreth was always smiling and laughing. He was never confrontational.
But not tonight.
Sebastian let out a deep breath. And thought about Ominis. How he would start talking to him and how he could make it up to him.
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The days went on, and some are good. Some are bad. And Ominis seemed more stressed as the days went by.
Garreth wanted to approach Ominis but he was always in a hurry to get to some place. He would catch him for a few minutes. They'd greet each other and that's it. Ominis is off to somewhere again.
Garreth kept himself busy with his potions. And he was able to make a special beer for Ominis. He can't wait for Ominis to try it.
And so, he followed him one day. Out to Hogsmeade. And then he lost track of him. Garreth walked around Hogsmeade and looked at every shop for Ominis.
He even explored outside of Hogsmeade. But to no avail. He was afraid that Ominis might have decided to use floo flames to get to another place.
All Garreth could do was wait. But the night fell and Garreth knew he wouldn't see Ominis tonight.
He made his slow walk back to Hogwarts. And was pleasantly greeted by Ominis who had just used a floo flame to the south exit of the castle.
"O-Ominis! Hey there."
"Oh, Garreth. Have you been there long?"
"No. Just now... uhm, where have you been?"
"Oh... just... some place." -Ominis faked a smile.
He is too tired for a conversation right now.
Not right after Sebastian has gone deeper and deeper down the dark path. He knows him and the 5th year have now used Crucio and Imperio.
And Garreth sensed it.
"Alright. Seems like you're too tired to talk."
"Yes, I am."
"Well then. Let me treat you. Come with me. To our secret lair."
Ominis followed Garreth to his secret area again.
"I made a beer." -Garreth proudly announced.
"The fizz beer?"
"No no no. Something you like."
"Just get to it."
"I call it the Ominis Special." -Garreth handed a sample of the drink he made. Just half a bottle to Ominis.
"Ugh, you should change the name." -Ominis took it and smelled it.
It smelled like chocolate.
"Garreth. Do you swear I won't turn into a different species or wither away after drinking this?"
"I am sure! I tried it myself."
"...Fine."
Ominis took a sip...
...
...and he was delighted. It tastes good. It is beer. But chocolate. The taste is chocolate with a little hint of bitterness from the beer.
"Wow! This is delicious, Garreth."
Ominis took another sip. And another. Until he finished it.
"Woah hey! Slow down. That is still beer."
"This is really good... I'm glad I came here with you." -Ominis smiled. A genuine smile directed at Garreth. Looking all beautiful again with the help of the moonlight.
"Y-Yeah, I'm happy that I made you smile." -Garreth was thankful right now that Ominis can't see him.
Because he is blushing so hard right now. Ominis looked so...
"Ominis, you look so beautiful." -Garreth said it this time.
"G-Garreth..." -Ominis was surprised by that.
And when Garreth thought Ominis couldn't look even more beautiful; Ominis blushed after he said it. Looking all cute and pretty.
Garreth was just standing there. Smiling. Speechless.
They stayed quiet for a while. Ominis broke the silence first.
"Thank you, Garreth. But I am really tired. I would like to head to sleep."
"Alright. I'll walk you back."
And Garreth did. He has become familiar and comfortable going to the Slytherin dungeon.
"One more thing, keep its name." -Ominis stopped before heading in.
"Of course!"
"Also..." -Ominis walked closer to Garreth.
He reached out and got hold of Garreth's arm, he slid his hand upwards to the shoulder, and based on that, got a vague idea of where Garreth's ear is.
"...No one gets to drink that but me." -Ominis whispered.
Garreth blushed, again. And gulped. "Y-Yes. I promise, Ominis. Only you."
"Good." -Ominis then headed inside the dorm.
He doesn't know why, but he likes making Garreth panic a little bit. He likes to make him nervous and squirm. He likes teasing him.
He likes him.
Maybe he would do something about it.
Starting with...
"Garreth." -Ominis called the Gryffindor's attention after their herbology class the next day.
"Hey." -Garreth stopped everything he was doing.
"I wanna touch you."
"T-Touch?!?" -Garreth was thinking of so many things. Mostly sinful ones.
"Your face, actually. I just wanna have a vague idea of your appearance."
"Oh. Oh! Of course, you can."
Ominis held his hand out slowly. Garreth caught them and guided them a little higher because he was a little taller than Ominis.
And Ominis took note of that discovery. He likes it that Garreth is a tad bit taller.
He gently laid his palm on Garreth's face. Starting from the forehead, then down to the eyebrows, nose, and then cheeks. Rubbing his thumb ever so gently on the skin. Then to the lips and the chin.
And then started feeling Garreth's hair. Ominis brushed his fingers through the reddish locks and did not expect there was a lot.
"Oh, long and curly." -Ominis confirmed.
"Yes. Do you not like it?"
"I don't mind... Also, red? Sebastian told me most Weasleys have them."
"Ah, yes." -Garreth laughed.
Ominis kept twirling Garreth's hair between his fingers. Making Garreth blush and his heart race.
Ominis continued a few seconds more before letting go.
"So... uhm, I hope you aren't disappointed." -Garreth threw a few laughs and giggles to cover his nervousness.
Ominis laughed. "No. I'm not. But then again, the only other boy I did this to is Sebastian."
"Oh, Sebastian is good-looking."
"You're not too bad yourself, Garreth."
"That's great to hear."
"Well... we should head to the next class."
"Of course."
Ominis started walking away. He noticed that Garreth was walking with him.
"Garreth, you don't have to walk me to my next class."
"I'm sorry. But I insist."
"Well... do whatever you want then."
They continued walking in silence but with a smile creeping on each other's face. When they reached the classroom, Sebastian was in the process of walking out.
"Ominis."
"Sebastian? Are you... leaving?"
"Yeah. I need to... do something."
"What is it this time?" -Ominis' voice was a mix of frustration and suspicion.
Sebastian looked at Garreth and cleared his throat.
Garreth wasn't getting the hint.
"I would gladly discuss it with you if we were alone."
And finally Garreth got it.
"Oh! Yeah. Well, have a great rest of the day, Ominis." -Garreth lightly tapped Ominis' lower back before walking away. He hoped this doesn't turn out hurting Ominis. Again.
Once Garreth was out of earshot, Sebastian and Ominis talked. Something about discovering what the relic was for. Sebastian wanted to test it out. And he was headed out to the catacombs.
And Ominis couldn't do anything. He knows once Sebastian was set on something, there is no stopping him.
Ominis watched as Sebastian sneaked out of their class. He headed inside and continued the schoolday.
At the end of the school day, Ominis received an owl from Anne, asking him to come immediately. And Ominis did. Seeing what Sebastian has done with the relic.
Ominis called the 5th year for help. And at the end of it all, the worst happened.
Sebastian used avada kedavra on his uncle.
Anne blasted him away and burned the book. He looked at Sebastian with hate and then disappeared.
Ominis couldn't believe it. Him and the 5th year didn't know what to do. Ominis hated his family but he was willing to use their name to get Sebastian out of this trouble.
But they are still shocked and doesn't know what to do as of the moment.
He headed back to the school ahead of the 5th year. As the 5th year stayed with Sebastian. Until they figured out what to do.
Back at Hogwarts, Ominis was torn up. He doesn't know what to do. He knows Sebastian must pay for what he did, but also, he knows Sebastian is the only one left for Anne now.
Ominis was thinking of a lot of things as he walked and walked aimlessly into the Hogwarts castle. And found himself in front of the One Eyed Witch statue.
He hoped Garreth is still in his secret room.
"Garreth?" -Ominis called out right outside the secret door.
Moments later, the door opened and out came Garreth.
"Ominis. Hey, how are-"
"Oh, Garreth!"
Ominis stepped into the room and started pacing, obviously distraught. Garreth kept asking what is it? What happened? But Ominis didn't answer. And just sat on the stone floor.
"Ominis, please, you can tell me." -Garreth sat in front of Ominis. Reached out for Ominis' hand and held them oh so dearly; thumbs brushing over it for comfort.
"I-I can't... right now, I can't."
"Something you can't tell me again?"
"I'm really sorry. It is still being figured out."
"Alright. I won't press any further. I'll stay here with you."
Ominis began having teary eyes. He lunged forward, throwing himself on to Garreth, who caught him into an embrace. And then he let out a heavy breath. Everything weighing on him.
And then the tears started flowing.
"Oh, Ominis!" -Garreth pulled Ominis into a tighter hug and rubbed his hand up and down Ominis' back to soothe him.
Garreth let Ominis sleep for hours. It's already dawn when he woke. Garreth walked Ominis back to the Slytherin dorm. He thought what could've happened.
On his way out of there, he bumped into Sebastian.
"Garreth, listen to me. I know you like Ominis. A lot. And I can see you mean well... Please, continue being there for him. I messed up."
"Messed up? How? What did you mess up?"
"You'll know soon enough. Garreth Weasley, I don't usually like anyone else. To be close friends with, and specially with Ominis. But I can see you're different when it comes to Ominis. So, I am telling you, stay with him."
"Of course. Until he wants me there with him."
Sebastian looked burdened and consumed with something Garreth could never fathom, or ever know unless Ominis tells him.
And then he smiled. As if something, at least one, of the things consuming him got solved. He patted Garreth on his way into the Slytherin dorm.
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Ominis didn't attend any classes the next day. And the next. Same with Sebastian. He sent owls to Ominis but the Slytherin did not reply.
Garreth couldn't handle it anymore. He walked to where he always sees Ominis, behind that one particular staircase.
He walked towards the back and there was nothing there. Just some odd looking clock.
He then went to his secret room, thinking Ominis was there to find him. On his way, he saw Ominis, Sebastian, and the Professor Black. He followed them and waited at the foot of the headmaster's tower. Pretending to be busy in the artifacts area. Until he saw wizards come up to the headmaster's room.
They don't look like ordinary wizards. They look like definitely from the ministry. A few minutes later, Ominis came down from the headmaster's room.
"Ominis! Hey."
"G-Garreth?" -Ominis wiped his tears away.
"What happened?!?"
"Sebastian... he... just follow me."
They walked out of there with Ominis leading the way. To behind that one staircase again.
Ominis faced the odd clock, waved his wand and it opened.
"I didn't know this is here the whole time." -Garreth was in awe as he walked into the Undercroft.
"This is our secret place, Sebastian, Anne and I. And recently, the 5th year. But now... I'm the only one left of the original trio. Anne is never going back here. And Sebastian is on his way to Azkaban!"
"W-What?!? Azkaban???"
And that is when Ominis told him everything. From the beginning of Anne being cursed and Sebastian looking for answers to cure her. And ultimately, up to the events of Sebastian killing his uncle.
Garreth could not believe what he just heard. They're just 5th years! And Ominis and Sebastian gone through a lot. On their own. With the 5th year there in some of the events.
"Oh! Ominis. The things you all went through. And Sebastian... Azkaban... Godric's Heart!"
Garreth could never imagine what Ominis could be feeling right now. He could only offer him an embrace, hoping it offers comfort somehow.
Also, Sebastian... Garreth feels sorry for him. He meant well, but things escalated and now Azkaban, no one as young as them should be there. But there is a price for the thing he has done.
Now he understands Sebastian when they talked last that night.
"I can't imagine Hogwarts without Sebastian." -Ominis said, his voice breaking.
"Ominis... I could never, and I have no intention of, replacing Sebastian because he is a precious friend to you. But I promise you, I will be here for you. Forever. That is if you'd want to."
"I would love that, Garreth."
Garreth looked at Ominis in those opal eyes he loves so much. And he leaned in.
And kisses Ominis. A light, gentle, touch of lips. Ominis hugged him tight again.
Garreth wrapped his arms around Ominis, swearing to himself that he would protect Ominis from everything. And that he would love him with all he's got. Always and forever. Opals and rubies.
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