#thyriusthetreacherous

[toprotectandscrve]

Dear Diary, Today draco was mean to me, i have decided I will kidnap him, and put him in a big pot. Cook him, and then feed him to my new elf friends Hithriel and Layertin. And my orc friend Ryot. I think they will enjoy it. If you are reading my journal Watler. Don't tell Draco of my plan. Don't be a party pooper!

[governmentofficial]

“grip” from Draco

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand

Sometimes Mycroft talked too much. Was this a surprise to anybody? He doubted it. With so many thoughts that were constantly running through his brain, of course he sometimes found himself just talking. How could he not? After all, he was only human - mortal and flawed.

Sat at his desk, he didn’t even notice Draco come in as he muttered away to himself about political issues that he was dealing with at the time. Then suddenly someone was grasping his chin and forcibly turning his head. Mycroft almost recoiled, the touch shocking him, but his quick mind realised what was happening just in time.

It was only Draco. Mycroft’s gaze softened with recognition and, finally, he stopped talking - silence falling as he instead simply stared back, a small smile finding its way onto his face. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” Mycroft asked after a moment, judging that to be the most likely option of a next move, what with the intimacy of Draco’s action. He’d like that, he thought. Kissing, as strange as it could be, was nice.

[tooxldtorememxer]

This full moon had been calm. Or so he figured once he’d woken up without the taste of blood in his mouth. It was the only time of the month that he had no control over his change and no memory of his whereabouts. He knew he was outside of town, that was a given or Burke would have their asses, he was alone and he sort of knew the area he had woken up in. So there would be a fine track back to the bike and his clothes that he had left with it.

The black and grey wolf trotted through the forest, stopping from time to time to sniff something or chase squirrels up the trees, happily unaware for a while that he might not be alone. Until he was close to his car and there was a change of wind. The new smell had him stopping dead on his tracks and turned his head back in the direction of the wind and sniffed again. It wasn’t a smell he knew so it wasn’t Sebastian or anyone in his pack. Ears perked forward and his head tilted curiously as he let out a quiet “boof” to let his follower knew that he knew he was there. // @thyriusthetreacherous liked for a starter.

[littlelovettsbakehouse]

@thyriusthetreacherous

Her eyes slightly narrowed in both confusion and disbelief; Nellie slid the pies across the counter. Who was she to argue with two so emphatic customers --- she knew her pies were far more popular than they used to be; but even she had to admit surprise at the appetite of these two ---  it was almost enough to make her feel a twinge of guilt at what it was she was serving.... almost. 

[imjustanauthor]

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When they first started to date, Thyrius explained that he couldn’t get hickies, due to how quickly he heals. Needless to say that sounded enough like a challenge for John so it lead to a hickie fest..But then when he couldn’t do it with his own mouth..Though he gave it a good try for an hour. It comes down to having to paint hickies onto Thyrius body and neck. Thyrius looks into the mirror and laughs as he looks to the markings. Even though they weren’t real, John gave it his best shot. Not even the hoover hose could give a werewolf a hickie.

“If I ever get stuck being a human, I promise you can give me all the real hickies you would desire..”

“No, I don’t need to give you any more. Look!” John happily replied, pointing at his work. Sure, maybe it was fake, but did that really matter? Lots of good things in life were fake! Like reality TV, and the taste of banana flavoured sweets.

“Okay, now we have to go and meet your friends,” the author then declared. “Like in the movies, you know? When the lover turns up and has marks, and the friends can see but don’t want to point it out. I didn’t imagine that scene, right?”

Once again, it seemed that John was determined to treat his love life like a bad rom-com. Oh well. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for him to do, so surely Thyrius was used to that by now?

[imjustanauthor]

@thyriusthetreacherous  continued from [x]

“Is there anything I can get for you to make you feel better?”

“Yeah... Yeah, I need you to bite my toes off,” John replied, obviously incredibly out of it as he looked down at his wriggling toes. They felt funny, which meant that obviously the only answer was to remove them, right?

[governmentofficial]

@thyriusthetreacherous  continued from [x]

Hickies were not something Draco could normally experience. But since his whole new humanity, for the week was here. Mycroft had the great idea to let his vampire boyfriend experience what it was to have a hickie.

The experience was one of pure delight and surprisingly a lot of laughs in receiving them. Tickling was new, so these hearty laughs would come out. Especially when his stomach was messed with, kissed on or otherwise.

Now standing in front of the mirror, his shirt all disheveled and hair all tousled, these marks would last all week, and he is very excited about it.

“Nothing more proud to me than wearing your marks in this moment.”

Reclining on the bed, Mycroft couldn’t help but look a little proud of himself. Draco was pleased, it seemed. Good.  He deserved to be happy for a while, even if something so inconsequential was the cause of it.

“I’m glad that you are happy. I do not particularly see the appeal myself, but to each his own.” Mycroft replied, eyes carefully watching the other. Draco’s messy state was a little irritating and he wanted to fix it immediately, but, for now, he resisted. He just didn’t want to ruin the moment.

[governmentofficial]

“ stop messing with your IV. ” - from Draco to Mycroft

hospital themed starters

“Stop forcing me to spend time in this hospital when I know full well that your sister has magical healing powers,” Mycroft growled in return. Were he in a better mood, and were there not any drugs in his system, he would have known full well that such a thing would not work - not because Draco’s sister was not capable, but because the eyes of his colleagues were on him and they would question the sudden recovery. That was just the issue with being injured at work.

Nobody had been expecting the attack. It had come from within MI6 - somebody that had infiltrated the organisation lashing out before Mycroft could get too close. Thankfully, Mycroft had come out of it with only a stab wound. Unfortunately, though, he had still required a trip to the hospital.