Good afternoon guys and gals.
Little 'I'm going away' present for you all.BLEOMUS CHAPTER FOUR
I know it's taken a really long time. I'm sorry. But it's here. Next one will be a million times faster, I promise!
Lots of Theo love as well.
Set in StonePairing:
PG-13 (dark)Word Count:
written for bloodybrilliant
who wanted Theodore…with Blaise, but Theo focus: green, orchid, shade, brick, water
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More Blaise/Theo fic Title:
The Unexpected TaskFandom:
Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini Rating:
Slash. Angsty, but hopefully not depressingDisclaimer:
I don't own anything you recognize. I just like to play with them.
Set after the battle at the ministry in OotPClick the Portkey
x-posted to my fic journal eyes_forlorn
Hey! I found some Theo/Blaise fan art so I quickly made myself a member to tell y'all. I was actually searching for Theo pictures, and there happened to be some Bleo amongst them. :))
Hearing:: The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It
I'm new to this community and come bearing fic. Title:
Things to do besides go to Hogsmeadefandom:
Blaise Zabini / Theodore Nottrating:
hard Rword count :
1,755 They didn't go to Hogsmeade...
This fic along with others are archived in my fic journal eyes_forlorn
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Hazzah! Chapter Three is done at last. It's all about Theo! (And Blaise, and Draco, but Theo is central! oh yes!)|
If you haven't read the other chapters, they're on my user info, or in the memories of that journal.
X-posted in theo_centric do_me_theodore, perhaps_nott and in_teh_shadows. Sorry everyone :P
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Hi! I'm new here, and I'm not sure how I never found this community before, but I come bearing fic. :D :">|
Disclaimer: Oh, God I wish. Theo and Blaise in my bed? Nice :>
Warnings: Angst. Implied somethingorother ;). Smoking, if that upsets you.
A/N: :-S Inspired by a line from Eksteins' Rites of Spring. Thank you to cloudsurfing for the beta. :D Influenced by the Theo/Blaise in both rp_hogwarts and equi_nox, but AU for both. Okay, this is a ridiculous amount of A/N for such a short piece.
( 'Both seemed to be plagued throughout their lives with a sense of guilt for simply existing.'Collapse )
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I just wrote this from a prompt from happiestwhen and this is for her because she really is an enabler. |
Title: From the Edge of the Deep
Character: Theodore-centric, vaguely implied Theodore/Blaise
Rating: PG13 (dark!fic)
Prompt:...from the edge of the deep
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Thank you happiestwhen for looking it over and all that stuff. :P
Cross-posted to my lj, perhaps_nott and theo_centric.
He didn’t know how long he’d been out here, mud-caked, out of breath, and wounded. Crabbe (both Junior and Senior) were dead. He had seen Draco and Gregory fall on the wrong end of a flash of chartreuse (was it chartreuse?) light. The last time Pansy was with him, she was delusional, pulling at her robes, babbling incessantly about the trees and the tables in the Potions dungeon. He’d left her. And Blaise…he had not seen Blaise in weeks, months, maybe a lifetime.
His arm throbbed, the Mark calling him back, but where to, he had no idea. Everything was the same now: the burnt houses, the blackened trees, the mud and blood and bones and rot and hair and fleshskintearripblasthexstench…the stench. The smell clung to him, an inescapable thing. Like the Mark. Like the twelve, thirty-eight, fifty-three, eighty-nine, three hundred he’d killed. They would not leave him.
Unlike Blaise, Blaise who he’d not seen in months.
Theodore tripped suddenly. He broke his fall with his arm, pain shooting upwards but not enough, never enough to mask the pain of the Mark. The ground wasn’t as muddy as he thought it would be, perhaps because he’d fallen on something else. Bodies. They were all around him. He thought he should have been used to this by now, but he wasn’t. He never would be and it was too late, too late to change his mind.
Days had passed since he seen someone alive. When would he find a person he didn’t have to kill? He looked down, needing to see what he tripped on, what helped break his fall, and nearly passed out. He couldn’t move.
It had been a lifetime.
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(x-posted to a few other places)
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There's a wee bit of Theo in this, but not much, so I'm sorry, but y'know, if you want to keep up with the plot, you should probably read this one.|
Theo has the next chapter all to himself, though ^-^