#⌜ ✽ °˖ ᴡɪᴛʜ  ╾ THEO.⌟
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iris-qt · 10 days ago
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𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗
ᴘᴛ. ɪɪ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ
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ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
❆ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ | 3.6ᴋ
❆ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘ��ɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱɴᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴍꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ…?
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Fate was indeed quite cruel for you and Theodore Nott
Fate? Or just an incredibly annoying best friend named Mattheo Riddle?
The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet that evening, the typical crackle of fire and hushed whispers replaced by a tense stillness as the storm howled outside. The wind battered the windows, sending flakes of snow spiraling in every direction. Inside, though, the four friends had finally returned from their little excursion to the Three Broomsticks, all of them dripping wet and looking far too pleased with themselves.
Mattheo Riddle collapsed into an armchair by the fire, his usual smirk more of a self-satisfied grin. “Well, well, well. That was absolutely perfect.”
Draco Malfoy, having shed his wet cloak and settled by the fire, shot him a glare. “Perfect? Are you out of your mind? We were spying on them. They’ll kill us when they find out.”
Pansy Parkinson kicked her booths off and flopped onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. “They’re practically made for each other.”
“Yeah, a match made in sarcasm and tension,” Blaise Zabini chimed in, lowering himself onto the armrest beside her. “But I have to admit, y/n’s got Nott wrapped around her finger.”
Mattheo chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms. “See? I told you. It was destiny. The universe wanted this.”
“Destiny?” Draco scoffed. “This was a disaster waiting to happen. Those two will never get along. They’re like oil and water.”
“You’re forgetting one important detail,” Pansy said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “They’re both annoyingly competitive. They’ll keep each other on their toes.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” Draco muttered, eyeing Mattheo. “You do realize we’ve practically pushed them into a blizzard together, right? They’re going to be stuck in that pub for the rest of the night. There’s only so much avoiding each other they can do.”
Blaise raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the window where the storm raged outside. “It’s really coming down out there. I bet they’re already stuck in that pub for a while.”
“Good,” Mattheo said smugly. “That’s exactly what they need. The whole ‘forced proximity’ thing works wonders, trust me.”
“Uh-huh,” Draco said skeptically, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “And when they start throwing punches instead of witty remarks? What then?”
“You don’t think they’ll, you know, talk about their feelings, do you?” Mattheo asked, smirking.
“Talk about their feelings?” Blaise scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Theodore Nott and y/n y/l/n? The only feelings they’ll share are how much they loathe each other.”
Pansy raised her cup of tea, a wicked grin on her face. “To Theo and y/n. May they finally see what we’ve known all along: they’re perfect for each other.”
“Here, here!” Mattheo toasted, holding up his own mug. “No way they’re escaping this. Not unless they manage to hex each other into oblivion first.”
Blaise chuckled. “I’d pay good money to see that.”
They all fell into a comfortable silence, the fire crackling as they relaxed in the warmth of the common room, the storm howling just beyond the walls of the castle. Outside, Theo and y/n remained trapped in the Three Broomsticks.
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The winds rattled the window panes of the cozy little pub.
As if getting stuck with the bane of his existence for a few hours wasn’t torturous enough, kind Madam Rosmerta, who Theodore was beginning to suspect was secretly evil, decided to share some unfortunate news regarding available rooms…
Madam Rosmerta gave them a sympathetic smile, her hands clasped tightly around a steaming mug. “I’m afraid there’s only one room left upstairs, dears. The others were taken by travelers when the storm started picking up.”
Your head snapped toward Theo, your jaw already tightening. “One room?” you repeated, voice sharp.
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. “Of course, it’s one room. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Rosmerta glanced between them, clearly trying to gauge if a fight was about to break out. “It’s got a big bed and a cozy fire. You’ll be warm, at least.”
“Great,” You said, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Warmth will really help when I’ve been murdered by morning.”
Theo crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t flatter yourself. If anyone’s at risk here, it’s me.”
Rosmerta sighed, her patience wearing thin. “Look, I’m offering it as a courtesy. If you’d rather sit out here all night with the cold drafts and creaky chairs, be my guest.”
You shot Theo a glare. “Fine. But if you snore, I’m hexing you into next week.”
Theo smirked, grabbing his trench coat from the chair. “And if you start ranting about Potions essays at midnight, I’m jumping out the window.”
With a heavy sigh, you followed him toward the stairs, muttering under your breath about “the worst night ever.”
Rosmerta chuckled to herself, shaking her head. “Young love,” she murmured, returning to the bar.
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The door creaked open, revealing a small but warm room. A crackling fireplace cast flickering light across the wooden walls, the flames throwing shadows onto a quilt-covered bed nestled against the far corner. A single armchair, worn but inviting, sat by the hearth, and a rug that looked as though it had been knitted decades ago lay sprawled on the floor. 
Theo stepped in first, his sharp gaze flicking around the room. It was simple and unremarkable, yet the warmth from the fireplace immediately softened the icy tension that clung to his shoulders. He tugged off his gloves, tossing them onto the chair before brushing the snow from his sleeves.
“Cozy,” he muttered, though the word carried a hint of sarcasm. He glanced over his shoulder at you, lingering in the doorway, expression hovering somewhere between annoyance and reluctant acceptance.
“Cozy,” you echoed flatly, eyes landing on the single bed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Classic.
You huffed, stepping further inside and dropping your bag onto the floor with a thud. “I’ll take the chair,” you declared, pointing toward the armchair by the fire.
Theo snorted, shaking his head. “Good luck sleeping in that thing. You’ll be begging for the bed by midnight.”
“And you’ll be sleeping on the floor by morning if you keep talking,” you shot back, unbuttoning your coat with stiff, jerky movements.
Theo didn’t respond, instead shrugging off his trench coat and hanging it neatly on the back of the chair. He busied himself with the fire for a moment, adding another log and stirring the embers. The room grew even warmer, the heat seeping into his cold hands.
When he turned back, you had pulled off your scarf, revealing flushed cheeks and a few stray snowflakes still clinging to your hair. He watched as you brushed them away absently, the gesture oddly... endearing.
He frowned, shaking off the thought. “You should take the bed,” he said abruptly, the words surprising even himself.
You blinked, turning to him with suspicion. “What?”
“The bed,” he repeated, his tone more clipped this time. “You’ll be unbearable tomorrow if you don’t get any sleep.”
Your eyebrows lifted, and for a moment, he thought you were going to argue. But then you sighed, the fight draining out. “Fine. But don’t complain when you’re stiff and miserable in the morning.”
Theo smirked faintly, grabbing the blanket from the armchair. “I’ve survived worse than a night on the floor, y/l/n. Don’t flatter yourself.”
As he spread the blanket out by the fire, he caught himself glancing at you again. Your expression had softened slightly, your usual sharp edges dulled by the firelight. You didn’t look quite as insufferable now, standing there with your arms crossed and brow furrowed in thought.
The wind howled outside as Theo paced the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Meanwhile, you were glaring daggers at the small, frosted window in the corner, where an icy draft was sneaking through a crooked frame.
“Are you going to do something about that?” you asked, rubbing your arms.
Theo shot you an incredulous look. “Do I look like a handyman to you?”
“Well, you’re the one with the pureblood superiority complex,” you quipped. “Surely fixing a window is beneath my ‘mudblood’ capabilities.”
Theo’s jaw tightened, but then he smirked. “Fine. Stand back. Watch and learn.”
You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall as Theo strode toward the window with unbelievable confidence for someone who had never fixed a thing in his life. He fiddled with the latch, muttering under his breath.
“Step one,” he announced grandly, “assess the problem.”
“You’re narrating this?” you deadpanned.
“Step two,” Theo continued, ignoring you, “apply logical reasoning and brute force.” He yanked on the window frame.
It didn’t budge.
“You’re going to break it,” you warned, suppressing a grin.
“I’m improving it,” Theo shot back. He gave the window another tug, and the whole frame groaned ominously.
With a loud crack, a chunk of ice dislodged from the outside and tumbled onto Theo’s foot.
You burst out laughing, doubling over as Theo hopped on one leg, muttering curses.
“Step three,” you said between gasps for air, “check if the window is laughing at you because I’m pretty sure it is.”
“Oh, you think you’re so clever,” Theo said, shooting you a glare as he hobbled back to the chair.
“Well, obviously I wouldn’t use brute force,” you said smugly, grabbing a blanket from the bed. “Here. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Theo watched with exaggerated skepticism as you climbed onto the chair, draping the blanket over the frame and tucking it into the edges. “Voilà!” you declared triumphantly, stepping back. “No more draft.”
The blanket immediately sagged and slid to the floor, letting the icy wind back in.
Theo barked a laugh, clapping slowly. “Brilliant. Truly groundbreaking work, y/l/n.”
“Oh, shut up!” you snapped, grabbing the blanket and tossing it at him.
Still laughing, Theo caught it and stood. “Move. You’re terrible at this.”
He stepped closer to the window, brushing past you. This time, instead of pulling or yanking, he gently adjusted the frame and tucked the blanket into the top corners, muttering charms under his breath to secure it in place.
When he finished, the draft was gone, and the room suddenly felt warmer.
“There,” he said smugly, turning to face you. “Step four: call in the expert.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. You win this round, Nott.”
“I always do,” he replied, his voice quieter now, almost teasing.
For a moment, the bickering subsided, and they stood there by the now secured window. The firelight flickered across their faces, and you glanced up at him, noticing for the first time how soft his smirk could look when it wasn’t accompanied by an insult.
“Thanks,” you said, surprising both of them.
Theo shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into something dangerously close to a smile. “Don’t mention it. Or actually, do. Preferably to everyone we know.”
And just like that, the moment passed, but the warmth lingered.
The wind howled outside, but the warmth of the fire in the room kept things cozy…except for one thing: the floor. Theo sat cross-legged by the hearth, his arms wrapped around himself as he gave the ground an occasional glare.
“This is a crime against my back,” he muttered under his breath, trying to get comfortable but only managing to shift in place every few seconds.
You glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re still complaining about the floor?”
“It’s not the floor, it’s the principle of the floor,” Theo said with a dramatic sigh. “The suffering of it.” He adjusted his position for the fifteenth time, finally giving up and lying flat on his back.
“Poor Theo. The floor is too hard for your delicate aristocratic back,” you teased, pulling out a bag of crisps from your bag.
Theo shot you a look but didn’t respond, instead reaching for the nearby blanket. His stomach, however, had other ideas, gurgling loudly enough to make you look over with a raised, slightly concerned eyebrow.
“Hungry, are we?”
“I’m fine,” Theo said defensively, as if his stomach hadn’t just betrayed him.
You held up the packet of crisps. “Well, I have snacks.” You shook the bag temptingly.
“Ugh, crisps?” Theo wrinkled his nose, but his stomach grumbled again, this time louder.
You smirked, leaning forward. “What’s the matter, Nott? Too simple for you?”
He glared at her, but his stomach won that round. “Fine. Give me one.”
You tossed him a chip, and Theo inspected it like it was a cursed artifact. He took a small bite, making an exaggerated face. “It’s like chewing on nothing.”
“Is that so?” you asked, unimpressed. “Maybe you’re just not sophisticated enough for the finer things in life.”
Theo rolled his eyes, grabbing another chip. “Finer things? It’s a bag of plain crisps, not an heirloom from my great-grandfather’s collection.”
“Well, sorry for not carrying around caviar in my school bag,” you replied dryly, reclining back onto the bed.
Theo ignored you, popping another chip in his mouth. “You know, I expected something better,” he muttered. “This is barely edible.”
You snorted. “You’re so picky. Can’t believe I’m wasting my high-class snacks on you.”
Theo rolled his eyes, grabbing another crisp. “High-class? It’s a bag of crisps, not some exclusive delicacy.”
“Just eat the damn crisps, Nott,” you laughed, tossing him another.
Theo sighed dramatically. “Fine. It’s not like I have a choice.” He slowly chewed the next chip, making an exaggerated show of tasting it.
“Is it really that bad?” you asked, barely hiding your smile.
“Look, I’m just saying… if I were to critique the flavor,” Theo began, licking his lips as if in thought, “I’d say it’s… offensive. Lacking a certain je ne sais quoi.”
You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly fell off the bed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s potato chips, not fine wine.”
Theo gave you an insufferable smile. “Exactly why I can’t trust you with snack recommendations.”
You picked up another bag from your bag, this one chocolate-covered pretzels. “You want to try these, too, Mr. Refined?”
Theo cautiously took one, studying it like it might explode. He bit into it, then paused, his eyes widening a fraction. “Okay, this is actually… tolerable.”
“Tolerable?” you grinned. “Are you really that hard to please, or are you just trying to be difficult?”
Theo shifted again on the floor, finally conceding defeat to the uncomfortable surface. “The floor is awful,” he muttered, as if the snacks were the only thing keeping him sane at this point.
You give him a slightly sympathetic look.
The two of them sat in companionable silence for a moment, Theo stuffing pretzels into his mouth like he was trying to make up for lost time. You finally cracked a smile, glancing over at him.
“You know, for a picky snob, you’re not terrible,” you said, the teasing tone light.
Theo swallowed his pretzel, his expression serious as he looked at you. “You’re not the worst company either, y/l/n.”
It was the closest thing to a compliment he’d given you, and though it was seemingly wrapped in sarcasm, you couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take it.”
The fire crackled softly in the corner, casting long shadows across the room. Theo had long since stopped pretending the floor wasn’t absolute torture to sit on. His posture was slumped, his legs stretched awkwardly in front of him as he tried to find some position that didn’t make his back ache.
You, who had long since claimed the bed and made yourself comfortable, glanced over at him. He was practically squirming, his face a mix of annoyance and defeat, and you couldn’t help but stifle a smile.
“You okay there?” you asked, your voice light but with just a hint of genuine concern.
Theo shot you a look. “Oh, I’m fantastic. Just living my best life on this luxurious floor.”
You raised an eyebrow, sitting up in bed. “You don’t look very fantastic to me.”
“Thanks for the observation,” he muttered, glancing at the bed and then back at the floor. I’m just fine,” he added with a dismissive wave.
You studied him for a moment. Despite his usual bravado, there was something about the way he was holding himself, like he couldn’t quite escape the discomfort. His jaw was tight, and his hand kept fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.
A thought crossed your mind, and for once, maybe showing some kindness to Nott wouldn’t hurt. You swung your legs off the bed and stood up, walking over to where Theo was sitting with an exaggerated sigh.
“Get up,” you said, holding out a hand.
Theo stared at it like it was some sort of foreign object. “What?”
“I’m not going to let you suffer on the floor like that. It’s ridiculous.”
Theo opened his mouth to argue but then seemed to think better of it. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly took your hand and let you pull him to his feet. He winced slightly as he stood, stretching his stiff legs.
Theo hesitated but eventually sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he adjusted the position of his legs. He wasn’t quite comfortable yet, but the soft mattress was a welcome change from the floor.
“I still don’t know why you’re being nice to me,” Theo mumbled, not looking at you.
“Because I’m not entirely evil,” you teased with a little laugh, sitting back down beside him.
There was a pause as Theo’s watercolor eyes flicked to you, then away. He glanced at the small couch across the room that was far less comfortable than the bed but was still an option. He wasn’t entirely ready to admit that he liked the idea of staying near you for a while…
Finally, he sighed, and, almost begrudgingly, moved further onto the bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged beside you.
You watched him, noting the way his usual air of self-assurance was slightly dropped. It was strange to see him like this…vulnerable, not in control. and for some reason, it made him more… approachable.
“See? This is better,” you said with a teasing grin, glancing over at him.
Theo, still half-pretending to be indifferent, couldn’t quite hide the faintest hint of a smile. “Yeah, well… I guess it’s not the worst thing in the world.”
The tension between them softened even further. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, just listening to the crackling fire and the sound of their own breathing. Theo, surprisingly, was the first to break the silence.
“Thanks,” he murmured, almost under his breath.
You blinked, glancing at him with mild surprise. “For what?”
“For… not leaving me to sleep on the floor like some kind of peasant,” Theo said, his voice light but sincere.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re really something, you know that?”
Theo shrugged, but his smile was genuine now. “I try.”
For a moment, they just sat there, quietly, but the air between them had changed. The teasing, the banter, the barbs…they were still there, but there was something softer now, something that wasn’t just about annoyance or putting each other down.
Theo’s thoughts drifted for a moment, and he realized, in a way that made his chest tighten a little, that this wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, this moment, this strange and unexpected peace with you, was… nice.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d like to stick around a little longer.
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The Morning After
The room was bathed in soft morning light, the snow outside blanketing the world in a peaceful silence. 
Theo woke slowly, his eyelids heavy, the quiet of the room wrapping around him like a comfort he didn’t expect. The fire had long since gone out, but the warmth from the bed kept the cold at bay. He shifted, and that’s when he realized.
 His arm was around you. 
Your head rested against his chest, your hair slightly tousled, hand curled loosely over his side. The weight of you, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, was surprisingly soothing.
Theo didn’t want to move. Ever. He stayed still. He could feel your warmth seeping into him, and it made something in his chest tighten in the most unexpected way. He wasn’t uncomfortable; in fact, he felt… content.
You stirred in your sleep, nuzzling closer without realizing, your fingers twitching against his chest. Your soft breath brushed against his neck, and Theo’s heart did a funny little jump. He smiled quietly to himself, the kind of smile that didn’t feel like a defense or a mask but just a simple, genuine reaction.
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his fingers gently brush against your hair, the motion instinctive, as if he’d done it a thousand times. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a promise of something soft, something unexpected.
You sighed in your sleep, face relaxing further against him, and for a moment, Theo thought he had died and gone to heaven. His arm tightened ever so slightly around your waist, as if he were holding on to something precious. something he didn’t want to let go of.
He let out a soft breath, closing his eyes again, the quiet peace wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Maybe he wasn’t as good at pretending as he thought. Maybe, just maybe, he’d found something worth holding on to.
pt. 3 here <3
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vienamoi · 2 months ago
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#VIENAMOI : a⠀private⠀&*⠀mature⠀roleplaying blog for amc's ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ⠀, as written by theo. ( 28 , they/she/he , cst ) while some book canon is taken for backstory , the show is the main source of canon , along with personal interpretations. minors not welcome. non-roleplay blogs will be blocked on sight ! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 &* 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. heavy focus on romantic relationships.
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roanokehq · 2 years ago
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         ✱ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ! ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴀᴘ ! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʟɪɴᴋ ! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ & ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴀʏ !  
(ck, 24, she/her/hers/; est.) did you hear that THEO SHEPHERD has been chosen for TAP? HE is TWENTY SIX and rumored to look like [first choice]. but it’s hard to tell because we only know them as SHEP. all we know for sure is that their favorite song at the moment is MESS BY NOAH KAHAN. + cook at weirdough
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nighthcwling · 2 years ago
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“  okay,  you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore.  ” ( nell for theo )
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❛ i'm freaking you out? ❜ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ as she struggled to pull her gloves over the length of her forearm, hands trembling while she fought back tears. theo would have given anything to sᴛᴏᴘ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, to not ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴀsᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴄ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ - not only her own but the brief contact with her sister only A M P L I F E D everything she was sensing.
ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʀɪsᴇ as she started to pace the room while keeping her fair distance from nell, ❛ i can feel every single emotion that has happened in this room and it's suffocating ! ❜ whatever events occurred previously within the four walls where they stood was T R A G I C. deep down theo knew her sister was the last person she needed to come unglued in front of but the overwhelming abundance of emotions and sensations that forced themselves upon her made her V U L N E R A B L E. ❛ why are we here, nell? we - i need to go! ❜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅ���sᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ. | @nightskied
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hxgure · 5 years ago
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tag dump.
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ncnducor · 6 years ago
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because I am scared. scared that you regret, that you no longer love me, because of what I did, because of what I became. ‘ I panicked. ’ it had been a little more than that ‘ I got scared, didn’t think—- rational anymore. ’ arms cross, she is holding on to herself, she’s worried, that this, is it. ‘ I shouldn’t have blamed you, I know I wanted this and I don’t regret that you made me who I now am. ’ it is more that she regretted what happened after, like blaming caroline, and running from her, only to attack her after... ‘ I am—- so so sorry. ’ her voice cracks, suddenly heavy with emotions, she truly is terrified of losing caroline. ‘ for all I said and did. ’ she steps forward, arms reach out but halt in mid-air, just inches from caroline. ‘ I wasn’t myself, I still am learning what that is. ’ something drips from her chin, when had she started to cry? ‘ but I know, that I love you, so much, and I am—- I am scared that—- ’ her voice cracks ‘ that I pushed too far, that I am losing you. ’
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↳ @velvetipped continued from here & already breaking my heart.
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ofhamartia · 7 years ago
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                                        &&    you’re    𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,                                        without a  word, without a why.                        Tell me the truth if it was  𝙼𝙴 who went wrong.                                                           Forgive  me,                                    I   would   just   like   to   know   𝚆𝙷𝚈.
Unrequited!Sceo AU. Scott and Theo have been dating for months now and even moved in together but one day Theo leaves without saying a word. Scott is left wondering what went wrong, how can everything they had built together just end overnight. What he doesn’t know is that Theo was never truly in love with him.
...in his state of selfishness and indifference towards Scott’s feelings, it wasn’t hard for him to pack his things without a single trace of regret. The photos that hung in the walls of “happy” memories or the bed where their souls became one in what they had once called “making love” meant nothing——    it all seemed dull now: Scott was head over heels for him and he posed no challenge for Theo. In fact, there might have been some sort of joy in the fact that he had managed to win the other’s heart && now it was within his power to crush it...
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raribella · 3 years ago
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Enchanted. | t.e
summary: reader thinks her college friend Theo is in love with someone else in his hometown, Madre Linda, after his unexpected reaction to Natalie's death, but ends up finding out otherwise.
pairing: theo engler (you) x fem!reader.
genre: angst, fluff.
involves: friends to lovers! college!au, bestfriend!reader, unrequited love, old-money!reader, cheating (not involving the reader), mentions of mourning, mentions of drinking and drugs, you s3 spoilers, suggestive ending.
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ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ
y/n already knew Theo was going to be acting weird after Natalie Engler was announced dead. She expected him to hide whatever sadness dealing with all of that situation put upon him, she believed he would just bottle up, which would imply she was ready for little snappy comebacks. It would surely take its toll on y/n herself, but she was ready, she wanted to help; to be here for him.
y/n loved Theo, since the first damned she stepped her feet on Stanford; she wouldn't jeopardize their relationship by giving him space, she knew he didn't function like that, he had too much space in between his mom's and whatever contact he'd be able to get with Matthew Engler. She barely could keep count anymore of how many summer weeks her family would agree to have Theo over, sleeping in one of their too many rooms — even if it was just to make young y/n comply to something, or stay over a bit more. — how many drunk or high nights were spent in the streets of Madre Linda with that little scooter or eating bakery goods with him while the sunroof of her car welcomed the San Francisco breeze. Whenever y/n could get him not to go to a bar, she'd take him to the beach the next day, having a picnic inside of a huge float in whatever shape.
The girl missed that, and she was ready to reminisce while getting into the unpredictable dark mass grief could get Theo into, she would get him the sweetest of cupcakes, ready for comfort food, she was even aware of how she would probably need to help him out at school, but when he arrived after two weeks, it didn't look like this would be needed at all.
Besides not really being able to avoid the drunken bar fights he would get into, or not being able to really grasp how was his focus in class while having so little amount of classes together, to y/n Theo seemed basically. . . fine?
He'd sheepishly take her to a corner in between hallways and tell her about how he ate the best cupcakes in Madre Linda just the night before, or knock on her dorm, late at night, drunk, telling her about another fun run at that damn scooter, just realizing how late it was in the middle of the story:
"Oh- oh, y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize how late it was, I won't bother you with this, I. . . I had a lot of fun". He'd smile after scratching the back of his neck, basically puppy eyes looking down at her, still at the front door.
Frustration couldn't really fit the feeling in y/n's expression right now, Theo came back to the campus a couple weeks ago, never really a hundred percent present, but there, between a uber ride and another. Still, she herself wasn't yet invited nor hadn't she done any of the so fun things he apparently wanted to portrait like he was doing alone. He did stop her to tell all about it, so the end of the friendship was able to be momentarily discarded, but. . . Did he find himself a girlfriend in Madre Linda? her heart shrunk at the thought.
"No, babe, it's okay- uhm. . .", y/n embraced her sleeping gown along with her own body, protecting herself from the nightly breeze.
"Did you do it all alone?".
Theo arched his eyebrows, opening his mouth a couple of times before looking to his left — in the direction of his own room —, before turning back at his friend's direction so he could speak again.
"No, I-", another pause. "You see, y/n, I just threw all this information at you and. . . It's late, right? I bet you're tired", He laughed it out, starting to walk backwards. "I can tell you all about it in the morning if you want. Night, babe." He finally winked, making fun of the nickname, and then soon was out of view.
[...]
Waking up late because of Theo's little late visit last night was something y/n's already expected, but not really that much of a problem since there weren't many classes to take that morning. Her plans of not attending at all didn't change when she noticed the two hours old text on her phone, the contact name shining along with her locked screen, indicating she would now have to take a small trip to Madre Linda.
"Got an Uber, headed to ML.
see you later, xx"
Theo.
Getting on her silver car, it didn't take long for the girl to arrive in the quiet suburban living hell. No one was home when she rang the doorbell at the Engler's and then she couldn't really have any idea of where would the boy be, so y/n decided to head to the recently opened bakery she passed by when arriving in town.
A little ring of bells was heard as soon as y/n opened the door, making a really beautiful woman turn her head in her direction, welcoming her from inside a counter.
"Oh, hi! I've never seen you around", The lady, -seemingly owner of the place- sympathetically stated. "Welcome! I'm Love, how can I help you?" Love sounded as sweet as whatever mixture she was baking, and y/n felt a tiny urge to compliment her beautiful golden jewelry. As soon as she turned her eyes in the direction of the deliciously looking cupcakes on display, y/n saw someone arriving from what looked like a storage room, carrying what seemed to be some boxes of baking ingredients, but didn't care to look into who it was.
"Uhm... Are those red velvet?" at the sound of her voice, Theo abruptly looked up to confirm who it was, stumbling over his own feet and letting some boxes fall. He called out her name, but she couldn't recognize if the tone was surprise or a little bit of. . . doubt?
"Oh hi, Theo! I saw your text!", she decided to hint in case the doubt was correctly sensed and he was wondering what the hell she was doing in there. "decided to grab some cupcakes, they're looking really good! Oh I- I have no place to crash down for the night tho" — Of course, she said it expectantly, but it was true.
Theo hissed. "I'm gonna get home late, y/n," the boy looked back at Love, who was furrowing her brows at him herself, throwing him a glare. "You could head there tho, I'll sleep on the couch."
The girl let out a nervous chuckle, eyeing the two other people in the room. "Yeah, I'll. . . I'll probably do that, thank you. Can I get half a dozen?"
[...]
Y/n was worried. Any bars or parties Theo attended were nearing Stanford, so what the hell was he gonna be up to in the depths of Madre Linda?!
It's not like she wanted to look like a fucking stalker or anything, but he indeed was always telling her how he was doing the same things he used to do with her, just he let out — still making it pretty clear — that he was doing it without her, it wouldn't hut to see just who he was doing it with.
Except it would, but y/n would only find that out when it was too late, watching Theo and that bakery woman —— Love, damned ironic name, on that damned scooter, damn smiles bright as ever, but wasn't one of her golden rings a fucking wedding band earlier in the day? y/n felt sick, driving away and, surely mourning out to happier by Olivia Rodrigo or whatever heartbreak song, accepting the melancholy of the dark of the night but still at her car, not really feeling herself in the right of getting inside his house, not musing the strenght to do so.
It was when she saw Love dropping him off that the feeling changed. Y/n Y/l/n went absolutely mad, knocking on his door not even letting the — poor? — boy rest.
"What the hell- wha- y/n? I told you you should come crash here, you could've gotten here earlie- what time is it?" His tone was high, suggesting he was, indeed, surprised to see her there, if it was from her wided teary eyes or just from it being her, she had yet to know; the girl was hyperventilating at that point, furrowed brows, shaking her head no and gluping before she could say:
"Maybe you are really clueless, I'll give you that! But, you've been really leaving me out this days, okay? and- and if you aren't clueless, that makes everything worse, and that!. . .," her breathing pauses were really starting to sound like sobs at that moment, Theo was straddled, and getting more worried by the second, he accompanied her hand that was now pointing to his neighbours', she saw Love getting inside a few minutes earlier and might as well have assumed that it was her home ". . .you had no right to do that whatsoever."
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped to doublecheck the direction he was pointing to, before whisper-yelling a "what?!", he knew what she was up to, and he couldn't really say that she was wrong, no. But seeing her distressed figure in that knitted vest, overlaid on top of that button down, freezing under that skirt, he needed her to understand and even believe him if he said she changed everything.
While he was constructing that whole thought — staring, basically checking y/n out — she was babbling inconsolably and the boy felt the impulse to reach to one of her shoulders. "No I- I didn't do what you think, you're in town and- y/n I need you to get inside, please. I wanna tell- show you something."
Before following him, y/n swallowed, again furrowing her brows in an attempt to conceal the feelings she just displayed at his front door and sniffling a bit. They arrived in his dimmed light bedroom, and she couldn't help noticing the bed was already made for her; a small knot forming on her throat.
Theo grabbed a box from inside his dresser and gestured with it to his bed, before offering it to her; y/n understood his sign, sitting down before he handed her the black box, and waiting for him sit close from her before opening it up.
The lid was now sitting on y/n's right side, Theo on her left, and the girl started fiddling with the content inside it, still sniffling a bit. She took ou countless pictures of the both of them, aswell as a few of herself alone, distracted; some of her long lost makeup products, a water bottle she used to carry all around a while ago and the stanford hoodie she had for her freshman year, gasping ever so softly before he started saying.
"I needed some affection, even if physical, after what happened, you know. . . Love and her husband are new in town I- I was afraid of coming to you and acting impulsively and then I got carried away but the thought of you, and then you actually coming here, I didn't do anything, I couldn't. I know this may be creepy I promise I'm not some sick stalker but. . . I really like you, y/n"
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cherriedlusts · 5 years ago
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iris-qt · 7 months ago
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𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚘
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🫧 ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
🫧 ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!
🫧 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ
🫧 ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ’ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ!
🫧 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ɪᴛᴀʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ
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Azure blue skies and endless summer breeze tails you through the rolling green countryside of San Gimignano, Italy. This was true, pure bliss. A flow of relaxation that you haven’t felt since…Merlin knows when. The stress of endless exams and finals, everlasting prefect duties, and bickering with your horrid nemesis really left a mark; as represented by your unrelenting dark circles and deep forehead lines.
But at least all of that was giving way to the Italian atmosphere and it left behind a happy girl that would donate a kidney to spend her entire summer here. Unfortunately you were only visiting for a week before school began once more; your final year. This brought a sense of dread to your heart as you would miss the enchanting castle. Your second home.
You pushed that aside as you zoomed through the countryside of this ravishing country on your cute little teal Vespa. Truth be told you’d never driven a muggle vehicle before, but there’s always a first time for everything.
And so your lack of experience with muggle vehicles was the cause of you not being aware that gas has to be filled. You thought the meter getting closer to 0 represented the dissipation of your happy mood as you were, per usual, plaguing yourself with paranoid and pessimistic thoughts. The sudden shuddering of the Vespa made you lose balance and you began veering off track, you and your precious vehicle zooming down a hill with the sheer force of gravity. You screamed for dear life, and, at last, landed in a shallow pond with an enormous splash.
You bobbed up, gasping for air, and scrambled out of the lake quite ungracefully, summer outfit ruined and soaking wet. And suddenly, you heard a scarily familiar, devilish chuckle that just so happened to find your tragic predicament amusing: your mood as drenched as your clothes.
As you slowly glanced up trembling, not knowing if your shaking was from the water, shock, pure rage, or all three, you made direct eye contact with a certain boy musing at your tragedy. His eyes were overflowing with humor as he was leaning against a tree, his tanned legs crossed over each other. He seemed to be reading a book which he put down as he had found something better worth his attention. He gracefully stands up, a complete contrast from how you scrambled out of the pond, much to your annoyance.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, angioletto mio?” He smirks.
“Nott,” you scoffed. “Small world…or cruel fate,” you stand there, dripping wet, arms spread out like a martyr.
Of course you knew the insufferable Theodore Nott was Italian and often visited family here, but you didn’t think you’d be subjected to his presence in such a big country, especially in the less populated countryside. It was truly just cruel fate that brought this spawn of satan before your eyes.
“I didn’t know you were that desperate to see me,” Theodore cocks his head to the side, quite enjoying this arrangement. “Risking your life on a muggle vehicle zooming to my town.”
You roll your eyes, and if you were in a cartoon universe, trust that there would be steam coming out of your ears.
“Trust me Nott. I had no intention to run into a walking headache on my vacation.”
The insufferable git kept smiling, moving closer now, standing right in front of you so you could smell the usual dizzying scent of sandalwood and pine. Summer edition Theo had a hint of citrus mingled in with his intoxicatingly annoying scent.
“I already got you soaking wet, now you just have to get naked,” he laughed with the most disgustingly smug look on his face that you almost slapped off.
“Are you done?” You glared at him, ready to storm off and free yourself from the torment of his presence.
He shrugged, looking you over.
“Need help drying off?”
“I need help out of this conversation.”
“Oh stop, y/n, you can do better than that,” he grinned
You sigh very well aware you had no other option. You hold out your arms and shut your eyes waiting for his casting of the Hot Air Charm. Since you had resolved to live the simple muggle life for this vacation, your wand was locked in a vault at your hotel room.
Theo laughs, “Are you waiting for a kiss, principessa?”
You open your eyes, confused. “No, I’m waiting for you to dry me off like you said, idiot.”
He laughs again shrugging and says, “I don’t carry my wand around my domain, there’s no need.”
“Then, pray do tell me, Nott, what was your plan in helping me?”
He gives you the most shit-eating grin and grabs your hand, scaring you a bit, then begins pulling you up another grassy, verdant hill: one that isn’t hiding a body of water behind it. You have the urge to resist, but just give in. The drop from your adrenaline-rush you’d been maintaining for the past 3 days had collapsed, causing you to come down with an attitude of resolve. He dragged you up the hill, your wet sandals making squelching sounds, each one demeaning you more and more. You hated this shift in power where the perfect git was overshadowing you. You hated it. You hated him. I think.
“So why were you in the countryside? Other than wanting to see me so badly, of course.” He looks behind him and shoots his watercolor poison into your soul as he makes that unblinking eye contact. Another thing on the meter-long list of things you despise about him.
“I was in a self-deprecating mood and decided to ruin my record streak of relaxation by finding you,” you deadpanned as you rolled your eyes for extra affect.
“Y/N relaxing? You must be lying.”
He chuckled a bit as you two stopped at the top of the vast hill, looking down to a meadow of wildflowers. They glowed like colorful jewels in the blinding, comforting summer sun.
“What’re you gonna do, push me off?” You smirked, half wishing he’d do so. Maybe this was all a nightmare. A beautiful, lush, tinged with the familiar scent of Theo nightmare.
What you didn’t expect, however, was him saying:
“Precisely.”
And with a surprisingly gentle tug, he pulled you down on the top of the hill, pushed you back in a laying position before you could protest, and quite literally pushed you down the hill. You screamed as you, for the second time that day, gave all free will up to gravity, rolling down the hill at a crazy speed. You knew Nott was your unproclaimed but painfully obvious nemesis but you never thought he’d attempt murder. You finally stopped and lay there, sprawled on your back, heaving from the rush. It was kind of…fun?
Theo rolled down right next to you, laughing, as he sat upright. There was grass in his curly, brunette hair that you couldn’t help but reach out to pluck. He looked away quite shyly. Did your eyes deceive you, or did he just blush? You must have heat stroke. Good thing you had your wet clothes to keep you cool: they were significantly drier now.
You stand up and Theo starts laughing in a way you’ve never heard him laugh before. It was almost…endearing?
You put your hands on your hips teasingly and ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
He chuckles affectionately. “Mio angioletto, you have something…everywhere.” He bursts into laughter again. “Beware grass woman rising from the Italian hills,” he gasps through his fits of laughter.
You couldn’t help but smile so wide; his happiness was almost as contagious as his teasing.
You look down and realize the grass was sticking all over your outfit, covering you in verdant greeness. There was an itching sensation bubbling to your skin, but you ignored it. You couldn’t help but join in with his laughter as you could imagine you looked like green Chewbacca.
“Is this your sick way of tar and feathering me, Nott?”
He recovers from his laughter and stands up with you, peeling a wet blade of grass from your cheek.
“Alas, you have uncovered my motives,” he teases, grinning.
“Well, your actual motives didn’t work. I’m still sopping wet.” You wringe out the side of your shirt for dramatic affect as it produces a downpour of water.
“There’s more to my motives, mio angioletto. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.” He grasps your hand again with a beautiful look on his glowing face and pulls you up to do it all over again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until the sun is caressing the distant hills, getting ready for its nightly departure. The sky is painted shades of teal and purple; still bright but just so. The breeze is still gentle, and so is Theo’s hold on your hand, as he guides you back to his tree by the wretched pond.
Don’t ask yourself what you and him were at the moment. Don’t ask yourself how years of rivalry and pranks. Of stress related to the both of your never-relenting efforts to beat the other. Don’t ask how that all faded away, as you sat in the setting sun.
Unfortunately, it isn’t in your nature to just ignore logic. And Theo knew it. So he distanced himself from you in light of the passing moment of rolling down flower dotted hills, letting go of your hand. It was as if an igniting flame in your heart had been stifled. He sat across from you by the tree. A silence falling between you two.
The slight itching you had felt earlier had been slowly increasing, and as the fun fell away, it began grabbing your attention. The feeling was in your throat now…something wasn’t right. And that’s when you remembered something that Theo’s warm presence had melted away from your mind. As if your brain had tricked itself to forget about this important fact to permit you and Theo’s fun. You were allergic to wildflowers. If exposed to them for a long time? Horribly allergic.
You started coughing and then choking, pointing to your neck to alert Theo to the problem. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening…he had noticed your uncharacteristically red skin, but he had dismissed it by thinking it was the sun’s doing. How could he overlook this?
Your choking grew louder as you fell onto the grass, Theo scrambled around crazily not knowing what to do in his initial panic.
But then he remembered
He pulled out his wand and cast a healing spell which would diminish every affect of an allergic reaction. You started being able to breathe again and your throat cleared, along with your skin returning to its original color and texture. You were gasping in shock, slightly embarrassed that you had been in such pathetic situations in front of Theodore twice today. You were both holding each others’ arms and breathing deeply. You recovered slightly, attempting to lighten the tense mood.
“Well, if your true motive was to kill me, Nott, I’d say you almost succeeded.” You let out a weak, unconvincing laugh.
“I..I am so sorry, y/n, I genuinely didn’t know..” he looked crestfallen. More shaken than you in fact. Wait a minute…
“Hold on,” you raised an eyebrow, your shock of almost dying completely gone and replaced with a new shock. “I thought you said you didn’t have your wand?”
Theo’s eyes widened sheepishly and he grinned, looking as guilty as ever.
“Ok listen before you throw a fit-“
“I don’t throw fits, I diplomatically argue.”
“Before you throw a tantrum, let me explain.” Theo runs his fingers through his hair looking nervous, and, for the first time, failing to make eye contact.
“I just…I knew you’d leave if I just dried you off. You only stayed because you needed help and, well…” he sighs.
“Well?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about you all summer, y/n. I lay awake all night and I day dream all day. I swear I even saw you in the stars..” he gives a nervous, strained laugh.
“You never leave my thoughts, but I was sure it was just because I had to prove myself. To beat you. But you didn’t even leave my brain after school ended. You haunt me every day. When I saw you I thought I was hallucinating, like, genuinely.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking the most vulnerable he’s ever looked.
You look at him, eyes blazing with emotions you had denied yourself. Emotions that fought to be seen but you always pushed them back. You couldn’t fight back anymore. What were you even fighting against? God, you had some serious issues.
“And so you lied to make me stay?”
Theo nodded, looking to the side, up at the darkening sky.
“Maybe it was the universe that brought me here, because what are the fucking odds?”
You both laughed at that, eyes shining despite the escaping light around you.
“Theo, in my last 3 days I’ve been in your beautiful home country, I’ve visited so many places. The Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Uffizi Galleries. So many amazing places, and I’ve experienced the most inspiring ordeals. But today was, by far, my favorite day.”
Theo regains his composure after hearing that, playfully judging her with his shoulder .
“Because of me, hm?”
You roll your eyes, looking away.
“Say it, principessa..” he prompted, gently holding your face and focusing it towards him.
You dramatically sigh and admit, “Yes, Theodore Nott. Because of you.”
He smiled the most breathtaking smile. If only you could capture a picture of it, but unfortunately your camera went down with the Vespa. You lay your head on his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut, so that his bright smile could be engraved into your mind. Definitely a core memory.
After many moments of comfortable silence, Theo perks up.
“Oh! By the way, dolcezza, I realized I said the pickup line wrong when you struggled out of the swamp.”
You rolled your eyes at his impertinence and said, “First of all, it’s a pond, Theo. And second of all I did NOT struggle. I emerged like Aphrodite in a shell.”
“Ok my little swamp monster,” he annoyingly nuzzled his nose into your hair as you fought to hold back a giggle.
“Okok let me say the line.”
“Go ahead, Theo.”
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Because you have the face of un angelo.”
He grinned his shit-eating grin as you pretended to retch at the line. Jumping up with the fireflies around you, you tagged Theo, reigniting that competitive streak you both so closely shared. You both laughed like maniacs as you raced up the hill again, fireflies dancing around you in a waltz.
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vienamoi · 2 months ago
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WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME DEAD ? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed ? were you writing a book ? were you a sleeper cell spy ? in fifty years will all this be declassified ?
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a study of hedonism , the corruption of ones soul , the distance between man &* immortal , of wolves , of sinners , of salvation &* damnation , of confronting ones demons , of clearing ones name , of love's bonds , of fathers &* daughters , of the crushing weight of solitude , of symphonies , of soft hands turning cruel , of abandonment , of the scared dog who knows not why he bites.
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heartlikearchive · 8 years ago
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            “ I swear this shit never happens whenever I’m filming ALONE. But then you come up here and my camera suddenly decides its time to act up. ” A red flush steadily works its way up her neck, blotchy with a unique blend of frustration and embarrassment. Mostly FRUSTRATION, though. Theo’s seen her face-plant the floor too many times in a pair of heels for Betty to feel too embarrassed.  “ Aha! Got it! –– You ready? ” 
–– @nothingsurvived liked! 
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introspectcd · 4 years ago
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𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 : [ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ] ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇ���    »»»  for  daphne  @theoamatus​​
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻.  blue  eyes  look  through  all  the  shop  fronts,  though  don’t  find  anything  of  worth.  nothing  compelled  her  to  go  inside  and  spend  the  small  sack  of  coins  that  were  at  the  bottom  of  her  bag.  hogsmeade  grew  old  -  there  wasn’t  much  left  except  a  pint  or  two  of  butterbeer,  and  perhaps  a  trick  or  two  at  zonkos.  unless  someone  was  out  on  a  date  ;  it  became  a  quick  affair.  you  were  in,  then  you  were  out.  
their  group  was  distinguishable  by  the  emerald  green  scarves  that  lined  their  necks.  group  bobbling  in  the  snow,  slipping  on  ice  as  they  moved  about  the  village.  her  hands  grasp  at  theodore  in  panic  -  daphne  desperate  to  balance  herself.  once  she  is  stabilized,  she  shoots  him  a  sheepish  grin,  moving  her  hand  away  quickly  and  back  to  the  pockets  of  her  winter  cloak.  she’s  almost  certain  a  blush  is  creeping  along  pale  cheeks,  but  she’s  hoping  the  severe  frost  in  the  air  can  outweigh  any  speculation  of  hidden  feelings  on  her  part.  
all  she  wanted  was  a  butterbeer ;  something  warm  and  soothing,  a  bit  of  a  treat.  though  pansy  found  a  shop  of  her  interest,  and  the  rest  of  the  group  was  following  after.  
❝  i  -  i  think  i  may  pass.  ❞  daphne  speaks  up,  surprising  even  herself.  she  would  never  dare  step  foot  into  the  three  broom  sticks  alone  (  why,  what  would  everyone  think?)  but  in  an  odd  moment  of  autonomy,  she’s  decided  to  go  and  then  return  to  the  castle.  ❝  i’m  going  to  get  some  butterbeer,  then  return  to  the  castle...  ❞  a  violent  shiver  over  comes  her  as  she  says  this,  mouth  chattering  from  the  air.  
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑,  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀  𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇:  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖  𝐎𝐍  𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌  𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐃𝐀𝐘.
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the  blush  threatens  her  cover  once  more  ;  though  this  time  daphne  is  certain  it  is  detectable.  pansy  raises  curious  brows  at  the  pair,  though  the  blonde  acts  like  she  doesn’t  notice.  her  feelings  for  theo  had  been  a  secret  (  which  is  difficult  to  keep,  for  someone  like  herself  who  is  prone  to  spill  gossip  whenever  she  can  ).  yet  she’s  wanted  to  keep  this  to  herself,  this  was  for  her  and  her  only  (  she’d  never  dream  of  fessing  up  to  theo,  she  never  felt  worthy  of  these  feelings  for  him  ).  
as  the  pair  of  them  head  off  towards  the  pub,  daphne  recognizes  just  how  alone  they  are.  she  forces  her  posture  pin  straight,  shoulders  back,  confidence  feigned  as  she  navigates  the  path  through  unshoveled  snow.   ❝  thanks  for  the  company.   ❞  she  grins,  glancing  at  him.  though  the  cold  is  far  too  much,  and  she  once  more  shivers.  
theodore  then  moves  his  jacket  to  cover  her  shoulders,  and  in  this  moment,  she  knows  she’s  a  goner.  he  can  do  no  wrong  in  her  eyes,  and  the  feeling  of  his  jacket  over  her  is  like  a  warm  embrace.  swallowing  at  the  lump  forming  in  her  throat  (  never  has  someone  shown  such  affections  for  her  well-being,  she’s  unsure  how  to  properly  react  without  melting  into  a  puddle  upon  the  pavement  ).  
❝   i  can  always  count  on  you.  ❞  linking  her  arm  through  his,  she  drags  him  inside  the  pub.  ❝  come,  first  round  is  on  me.  ❞
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ethangrosier · 6 years ago
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♛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ; ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇʟᴀɴɪᴇ ♛
                        Ethan parou de tocar o piano de causa branco que ficava no meio da sala dos espelhos -uma sala sem janelas, com espelhos na parede, praticamente vazia, apenas com o seu piano e o violino de sua mãe. Seus olhos azuis claro foram para a porta, onde Ruby estava parada com uma bandeja de com três colheres. “Aqui, querido... Fiz três recheios para a torta. Para você escolher sim?” Ethan sorriu para a mulher mais velha que trabalhava na casa dos Rosier -uma das- e levantou-se do banquinho do piano, andando até ela. Provou os três sabores e por fim optou pelo de maça; o clássico trouxa que ele adorava, mesmo que na comunidade bruxa o grande favorito fosse a abóbora. Ele estava bastante acostumado a ter mordomos, mas não era porque agora era legitimamente o herdeiro dos Rosier, e sim porque antes mesmo disso, já tinha tudo o que o dinheiro podia comprar, incluindo mordomos para todos os lados. -O de maça está incrível, obrigado.
                       Assim que Ruby saiu do cômodo, ele ouviu a campainha de tom forte e elegante tocando na porta da frente, e ele sorriu de lado. Antes que pudesse abrir a porta, Theo, o outro mordomo, já o havia feito, então para Ethan restou lhe estender uma mão quando Melanie entrou na casa, beijando as costas de sua mão. Naquele dia os dois completavam quatro anos de namoro juntos, e Ethan havia preparado um jantar. Bem, os mordomos haviam preparado. Mas Ethan participara das escolhas em cada detalhe. -Você estpa linda, Princesa. Ele puxou-a pela cintura e lhe deu um selinho rápido, apontando para que entrasse na casa. Ele não precisou fazer muito esforço para te-la só para os dois. Os pais estavam em uma viagem a negócios a três dias, e parecia que iam demorar mais cinco, o que já era um costume. No segundo seguinte, estavam mesmo sozinhos. Os mordomos da casa eram bem bons em não ser notados. -Espero que goste de salmão e vinho.
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ncnducor · 6 years ago
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she flinches, doesn’t mean to, has learned not to, but sometimes, sometimes it was just too much whatever emotions, whatever history was pushed her way too overwhelming, pulling her under and leaving her no choice but to flinch. she musters a smile, an apologetic one at that  ‘ sorry ‘bout that. ’ a shrug, an attempt to righten herself, to pull her mind back together, the echoing thought of what the fuck still ringing bright and loud through her. ‘ theodora, theodora crain. ’ 
↳ a short thing for @bravxryy ! ↳ theodora ! / I actually spun the wheel / sc.
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