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kiss with a fist | chapter six.
masterlist đ chapters đ playlist
pairing: theodore nott x reader.
song inspiration: w.i.t.c.h. - devon cole
author's note: some cute soft fluff cause i'm in a tender mood.
In all your years at Hogwarts, you could count the amount of times youâve attended a quidditch game on one hand and you wouldn't even need to utilize all of your fingers. Needless to say, you werenât really into the rowdiness and belligerence of sporting events, but a bargain was a bargain. You were just glad to have Luna with you. Even if it meant enduring Pansy Parkinsonâs presence.Â
âBe nice,â Luna warned as you approached the stands.Â
âI wonât bite if she doesnât,â you murmured back.Â
Luna nodded, knowing that it was the closest thing to an agreement she was ever going to get out of you. Despite your surliness, your friend seemed to brighten the minute she spotted Pansy. In a sea of blue and gold, the dark haired witch was the only one clad in green and silver. Your housemates kept exchanging wary glances at the Slytherin in their midst, but they were wise enough to keep their mouths shut.Â
You watched quietly as Pansy and Luna exchanged pleasantries. While your friend was generally a bubbly person, she seemed extra giddy as she spoke. There was something about the way that she softened that convinced you to ease up on the scowls. It must have been contagious, because Pansy actually smiled and it wasnât a derisive sneer or a smug smirk, but a genuine smile. You didnât even know the witch was capable of it.Â
Finally, she seemed to take stock of your presence. The dark haired girl jutted her chin out proudly, her aristocratic features schooled into forced neutrality. It occurred to you that Pansy probably received a similar warning to attempt decency.Â
âY/N,â she said.Â
âPansy,â you replied.Â
The two of you eyed each other. Sizing up your opponent. The eagle versus the snake, claws against teeth. The staredown was purely psychological warfare.Â
You squinted. Hurt her and Iâll maim you.Â
The silent warning didnât seem to offend Pansy. Instead, she gave a subtle nod of her chin and made way for you and Luna to sit. You settled in, trying not to peer down at the drop. Heights had never really been your thing.Â
Pansy observed you curiously as Luna patted your arm. âY/Nâs not a big fan of heights.âÂ
âOh?â Parkinson asked.Â
âI generally prefer solid ground. It reduces the chances of me falling and breaking my neck.â The corner of Pansyâs mouth quirked. âWhat about you, Parkinson? Are you keen on flying?âÂ
âA bit.âÂ
Luna brightened. âSheâs being modest. Pansy here is a very talented flyer. Sheâs got an Abraxan named Circe.â
âThe most powerful witch to ever live,â you noted. âShe used to turn men into swine.âÂ
âA lost art, really.âÂ
You smirked. âThe classic femme fatale. A personification of the dangers of femininity. They always paint powerful women in a terrible light, donât they?âÂ
âPerhaps it makes the men feel better about their own inadequacies.âÂ
âWeâre always making men feel better about their inadequacies,â you answered thoughtfully. âConvenient that the myths fail to mention that Circe was one of the first pharmakis. Modern magic would not be what it is without her extensive knowledge of herbs and plants and yet sheâs rarely credited in any potions books we read.â
Pansy nodded, eyeing you in amusement. âI can see why Nott has taken a liking to you.âÂ
You turned to Luna who immediately shook her head. Pansy laughed. âDonât worry, Lovegood didnât tell me a thing. She didnât have to. Theodore never stops talking about you, you know.âÂ
There was no hiding the flush that crept up to your cheeks. âWeâre both vying for the top spot in Slughornâs class. I assume he has a lot to say about his competition.âÂ
âItâs more than that,â Pansy said. âIâve known Theodore since birth and Iâve never seen him put this much effort into anything. Heâs always been naturally talented at potions, given his mumâs background, but you challenge him. For the first time in a long time, heâs found someone whoâs actually up to par. I, for one, enjoy watching you put him in his place.âÂ
You smiled. âI quite enjoy it too.âÂ
Luna looked at you, then at Pansy before a huge grin graced her lips. It was obvious that she was pleased at the sight of her best friend and herâŠpotential more-than-friend getting along.
The game started not long after. Your comprehension of the rules were rudimentary at best, but Luna made sure to explain as best as she could. From what you gathered, there were four positions: seeker, beater, chaser, and keeper. The chasers attempted to score as many goals as they could by throwing the quaffle through the posts, which the keepers guarded. The beaters used the bludgers to disrupt the other players. The seeker, on the other hand, needed to catch the golden snitch. All while floating on a broom hundreds of feet in the air.Â
This match, Pansy explained, had been anticipated to be the most brutal of the season. The enmity between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins translated very clearly on the field. While there had always been a divide of support between the other houses, you could tell that the majority of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stands were cheering for the Gryffindors.Â
You wondered how that made the Slytherins feel. Three houses against one. After the war, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic droned on and on about the importance of unity and reconciliation. Professor Slughorn even delivered a speech during your first potions class, but the disparity between words and actions were painfully obvious.Â
The rest of the school still mistrusted the Slytherins. If any of them cared, you wouldnât have been able to tell. Especially not as they played. The quidditch team was deadly. You watched as green and silver robes whizzed past, familiar names sprawled on the jerseys. Malfoy, Zabini, Riddle, Berkshire, Warrington, Rosier, and Nott.Â
Theo winked as he flew past your portion of the stands. You rolled your eyes, but held your breath as he careened towards one of the goal posts. Ron Weasley stood guard, squinting suspiciously at Theo. The flash of the quaffle was too fast for your eyes to follow, but it sliced the air all the same, slipping through an opening above Ronâs shoulder. The redhead cursed as Theo gave him a mocking bow.Â
Pansy was the lone witch in your section to cheer for the Slytherins. Luna joined her in solidarity when the crowd grew quiet. Suspicious glances were cast in your direction, which you rebuffed with a menacing glare. They all found something else to look at rather quickly.Â
Displeasure rippled over the crowd as the Slytherins kept scoring. Theo was an unstoppable force. Warrington and Riddle flanked him at each side, throwing bludgers at anyone who attempted to thwart his efforts. The other two chasers, Berkshire and Zabini, circled around them in an aerial formation that confused the opposing team. The Gryffindors grew increasingly frustrated when Evangeline Rosier kept rebuffing their attempts to score.Â
Both teams played well, but the Slytherins were ruthless, tactical, and efficient. They used the opposing teamâs weaknesses against them. The Gryffindors tended to be over reactive and Theo used it to his advantage. He baited them into making rash plays, which left openings for him and the other chasers to exploit.Â
By the end of the game, it was Berkshire who scored the winning goal. The discrepancy between the cheers and booing was insurmountable, but Pansy didnât seem to care. She cheered for the team louder than anyone. As the win was formally announced, you heard murmurs coming from below you.Â
âStupid Death Eater bitch.âÂ
From the corner of your eye, you saw Pansy tense. Lunaâs mouth hung agape as she wheeled around to identify the foul mouthed culprit. You were quicker.Â
âWhat did you just say?â you asked in a deathly quiet voice.
The conversations around you stopped as you faced Romilda Vane. The smug faced witch crossed her arms, her scarlet and gold scarf billowing in the wind as she looked up at the three of you.Â
âYou heard me,â Romilda said in a haughty voice. âHer father was one of the Dark Lordâs staunchest supporters. As were the Malfoys and Notts. Not to mention Riddle. How he was allowed back at school is a mystery to me. They should all be in Azkaban.âÂ
Your ears began to ring. The crowd parted as you descended the bleachers, bringing you face to face with Romilda. âI wasnât aware that youâd recently earned a place in the Wizengamot. For all your prattling, youâd think you were the Chief Warlock.âÂ
She cowered under your glare, but doubled down as she looked towards her friends. âIâm only saying what everyone else is thinking. As far as Iâm concerned, the Slytherins should be punished for their crimes.âÂ
âI hardly think youâre speaking from any moral high ground, Romilda. Didnât you try to dose Potter with Amortentia in sixth year?â
Romilda reddened as she sputtered nonsense. The students around you snickered, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. You clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. If you hadnât, you mightâve punched that stupid smirk right off of her face.Â
But you knew that physical violence was not the answer. There were far more strategic ways to land a blow and you were an expert in this type of warfare.Â
âI suppose Harryâs lucky that your potion making is about as incompetent as your critical thinking skills. Now move before I make you.â
âI hope you know what youâre doing getting tangled up with all those snakes. Theyâll sink their teeth into your back the second you turn it.âÂ
âOne of them is worth ten of you. At least the Slytherins fought to defend the castle instead of running off like a coward. They may have teeth, but at least they know how to use them. Youâre all roar and no bite.âÂ
âYouâre a bitch, Y/N.âÂ
You reared back, baring your teeth. âOh you have no idea, Vane. But Iâd be glad to demonstrate.âÂ
Romilda held her ground. For a split second, you weighed the consequences of harming a fellow student versus the satisfaction of pummeling Romilda to the ground. Luckily for the idiotic Gryffindor, Luna gently gripped you by the elbow.Â
âItâs not worth it, Y/N.âÂ
You looked at your friend who wore an expression of concern. Beside her, Pansy didnât say a word. She was utterly silent, almost resigned like she encountered this treatment on a daily basis. We all pay the price, Theo had said.Â
Without another word, you nodded and bulldozed through Romilda as you exited the stands. It was only when the three of you reached the ground when you finally realized that you were shaking from anger.Â
âAre you alright, Pans?â Luna asked, clasping Parkinsonâs hand.Â
Pansy shrugged. âIâm fine. Donât worry about me, Luna. If I let the opinion of an airheaded twat affect my day, Iâd never have a good one again.âÂ
âAre you sureââ Luna fretted.Â
Pansy smiled gently and squeezed her hand in assurance. âTruly, Iâm alright. The only thing upsetting me at the moment is that Iâve left my scarf up there running from those hags. Would you mind getting it for me, Lu?âÂ
Your friend still looked worried, but she nodded and made the trek back up. You and Pansy stood in silence, watching as the last of the crowd trickled out of the stands.Â
âVane had no right to say that,â you said. It came out harsher than you expected.Â
âAt least she had the gall to say it to my face,â Parkinson stated with a shrug. âI donât know if that makes her brave or stupid.âÂ
âGryffindors often have trouble making the distinction.âÂ
The dark haired witch laughed. âYou didnât have to do that, you know. As moronic as she is, Vane is right. She was only voicing the opinion of the masses."
âBut you fought in the final battle. I saw you rallying the others against the Death Eaters. Romilda wasnât even there. She didnât even fight.â
Pansy sighed. âA lot of good that did. I had to watch my friends duel against their own parents and yet this entire school still mistrusts us. I suppose I canât blame them. The majority of the Dark Lordâs followers were produced by our house.â
âNot all Slytherins are bad. The world isnât so black and white,â you said adamantly. âMost of us operate in the gray areas, whether we admit it or not. The only difference is that you lot donât try to hide it.âÂ
âYes, but a snake is a snake. Even when we shed our skin, they still see deception when they look at us.âÂ
âAnd youâre willing to just accept that?âÂ
Parkinson gave you a pointed look. What choice did she have? What choice did any of them have?Â
After a beat of silence, you cleared your throat. âAre you sure youâre alright? Lunaâs worried.âÂ
âI assure you, being villainized isnât anything new to me. I suppose thatâs why I named my horse after Circe," Pansy mused thoughtfully. "Itâs better for them to believe that Iâm some sort of evil sorceress than to realize that I am more shackled by my circumstances than I could ever be at Azkaban. My family name is a collar around my neck, waiting to choke me at any moment, but theyâre so blinded by their own misconceptions that all they see are my teeth. I prefer it that way.â
âOderint dum metuant.â
"Let them hate, as long as they fear." A faint smile bloomed on Pansyâs lips. "Thatâs awfully Slytherin of you to say. Are you sure youâre in the right house, Y/N?â
You chuckled. A beat of silence followed as understanding passed between you. Perhaps you had more in common with Pansy Parkinson than you thought.Â
When Luna returned, the two of them tried to convince you to join them at the common room party, but you declined. You werenât really in the mood to be around people.Â
âYou two go ahead. Iâll catch up later.âÂ
As the sun set over the school grounds, you found yourself at the Black Lake. Dusk tinged the horizon with pink and purple and the fluffy white clouds hung low enough to kiss the dark water. You settled at the end of the dock and dipped your toes into the lake, watching as the motion made ripples across the surface. Maybe it was unwise to linger here given that the lake was home to the merpeople and the giant squid, but they would be far in the depths and you were honestly too knackered to care.Â
Sighing, you pulled out a silver flask from your robes. You had initially brought it for the after party, but it wouldâve been a shame to let the firewhisky go to waste.Â
âIllegal contraband?â A familiar voice teased just as the wood gave way beside you. Theo bumped his shoulder against yours as he sat. âI didnât know you had it in you, Y/N.â
âYeah, well maybe your idiotic tendencies are rubbing off on me.âÂ
âIâd like to rub more than just my tendencies on you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and handed him the flask. âJust fucking drink, Theodore.âÂ
He grinned before taking a swig. You chuckled at the face he made from the burn of the Ogdenâs. âThat is straight up liquor," Theo remarked through his coughing fit. "You're out of control, diavolina. Should I be concerned?â
âWeâre celebrating,â you said. âAt least you should be. That was quite a win out there. I didnât expect you to be soâŠ.efficient.âÂ
âCareful, Y/N. That was almost a compliment.âÂ
You shrugged. âTo be fair, I havenât been to a game in years. You couldâve been absolutely rubbish and Iâd still think it was a feat that you managed to stay seated on that broom.âÂ
âWell, it is a pretty important component of quidditch. Did you at least attempt to enjoy yourself?âÂ
âIt was a brutal game. Thereâs a lot more strategy and planning that goes into quidditch than I initially thought. Itâs like chess, but youâre allowed to hit people. I had a blast.âÂ
Theo chuckled. âI shouldâve known youâd get a kick out of all that violence.âÂ
Warmth spread through your body as you took another swig. âShouldnât you be celebrating your win at the party?âÂ
His fingers brushed yours as you handed the flask back to him. âIâm where I want to be.âÂ
This time, you werenât sure if it was the firewhisky or Theoâs presence making you flush. The two of you kept drinking in silence as you peered up at the sky. Back home in London, you never wouldâve been able to see the stars this clearly. They glittered in the night sky like tiny diamonds etched through the darkness.Â
âI heard about what happened earlier,â Theo said after a moment.Â
You werenât surprised. Word traveled fast around this school. âLuna told you?âÂ
âNo. Pansy did.â He shifted, turning over to look at you. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you did too. âYou did a good thing, Y/N. You stood up for Pansy. I canât thank you enough.âÂ
âI was only doing what anyone else wouldâve done.âÂ
âNo. You werenât.â Theo set the flask down. âNo one else wouldâve come to her defense. Pansy, sheâs the strongest one out of all of us. Draco, Mattheo, and I, we can always resort to punches when weâre insulted, but Pansy doesnât have that option. She just has to sit there and take it. It means a lot that someone spoke up for her.â
âI did the bare minimum.â
âIt still meant a lot.âÂ
âThereâs no need to thank me forââ
Theo sighed in exasperation. âFor Salazarâs sake, will you just take my gratitude without arguing?â
You bit back a smile. âFine. I acknowledge your gratitude.âÂ
You downed the rest of the flask as Theo lit a cigarette. The flame from that curious Zippo flickered in the darkness as smoke filled the air.
âSo,â Theo started, taking a deep inhale. âAre you ready for the slug club dinner next week? Iâm not even invited to the bloody thing and yet I still know every detail thanks to McLaggenâs incessant prattling. What a twat.âÂ
âCormac is kind of a twat, isnât he?â you asked, giggling as the alcohol started taking its effect. âI heard that he kisses like a fork tongued lizard.âÂ
Theoâs eyes flashed. âYou better not know that firsthand.âÂ
You wrinkled your nose. âI wouldnât go near McLaggenâs mouth with a ten foot broom.âÂ
âGood. I can rest easy that you wonât be replacing me with a reptilian snogger.â
âYou can rest easy either way. Iâm not going to that dinner.âÂ
Theo paused, the cigarette hanging haphazardly from between his lips. âWhat do you mean youâre not going?âÂ
âItâs a pretty straightforward sentence, Nott. I will not be attending Professor Slughornâs ridiculous dinner.âÂ
âYou have to go,â he declared firmly.Â
âIâm confused. Do you want me to snog the lizard or not?âÂ
Theo frowned. âDo not snog McLaggen unless you want me to turn him into an actual reptile.â He exhaled and smoke curled around his lips. âYou canât miss that dinner.â
âI have no interest in attending.âÂ
He stared at you, his gaze fixed with determination. âIs this about what Slughorn said the other day?âÂ
You picked at your fingers, avoiding his eyes. âItâs probably going to be boring, anyways. Just a pissing contest for us to compare our grades and achievements like weâre puppets on a string.âÂ
âYou should still go.âÂ
âWhy?â you asked, a bit irritated that Theo was pushing for this so hard. You wouldâve thought that he of all people would understand your choice. âWhy would I subject myself to be part of something that judges people based on prejudice rather than merit?â
Theoâs expression softened. âBecause itâll raise your chances of joining the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. Thatâs your dream, isnât it?â
You reeled back in surprise. âHow do you know about that?âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âYou only talk about it a thousand times a day.â Theo raised his brow in challenge. âSlughornâs one of the most influential members. If you go to the dinner, it might solidify a formal invitation.âÂ
Theo was right. You didnât want him to be, but he was right. Under any other circumstance, you wouldâve sabotaged and plotted and schemed for a way in. This was an opportunity to distinguish yourself from your fellow classmates, so why were you hesitating?
You knew why. You were looking right at him.
âIâll drag you there myself if I have to,â Theo declared.Â
You sighed. There was no way he was going to let this go. âFine, Iâll think about it.âÂ
Theo smiled triumphantly. You kicked at the water, sending a wave across the still lake. âYou know, if Slughorn knew that you were a Marchesi, heâd probably fall all over himself to recruit you. Hell, anyone would. Youâre practically guaranteed a place at the Society, too.â
Theo shrugged nonchalantly. âWhere would the fun be in that?âÂ
âIâm serious, Nott. It could open up doors for you.â
He sighed. âThatâs exactly why Iâve kept the knowledge to myself. Iâm tired of everyone judging me based on my family, good or bad. I want to accomplish something thatâs solely mine. Not Nott, not Marchesi. Just Theo.â
âThatâs uncharacteristically noble of you.â
âI told you, Iâm not just a pretty face. Iâm also rich, witty, intelligent, athletic, etc. Honestly, the list goes on and on.â
You snorted. âJust donât expect humble to be part of that little myriad, Theo.â
Theo paused. The moment of silence swelled between you like an errant wave. Then, a huge smile broke out on his face.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âYou called me Theo.â
âWell, that is your name. Has quidditch concussed you so severely that youâve forgotten?
He responded with an eye roll. âIâm perfectly lucid, thank you very much. Well, besides the firewhisky. Iâm a little bit sloshed from that, but not sloshed enough to not notice you call me by my actual name. Not Theodore, not Nott, not twat, not oh godââ
âI get it, Theo.â
His grin grew wider. âThere it is again. Theo.â
âItâs just a name, nothing special.â
âIt is when youâre the one saying it.âÂ
âOh, shut up.â
The satisfied smirk on his face refused to budge even as the sky grew darker. The two of you sprawled out on the dock, staring up at the sky and enjoying the comfortable silence. Theo toyed with his lighter, rubbing his thumb over the spark wheel, which caused the flame to flicker on and off.
You stared at the lighter, vision blurring from the alcohol. âWhy do you have that thing?â
âI told you, Mattheoâs a little thief.âÂ
âNo, I mean I know the reason. But I just canât figure out why.âÂ
Theo scrunched his brows in confusion. âAre you sure youâre not the one concussed?âÂ
âWould a concussed person be able to do this?â
You propped yourself up on your elbows and slightly flipped to the side. The action made your hair come loose.Â
âWhat in Merlinâs name am I supposed to be looking at right now?âÂ
âIâm obviously doing a cartwheel,â you deadpanned. âArenât I?âÂ
Theo chuckled. âYou are one drunk witch, Y/N.âÂ
âMânot drunk.â He raised a brow. âFine, maybe Iâm a tiny bit bevved, but youâre the one avoiding my question.â
âSorry,â Theo said rather unapologetically. âIâm a bit distracted at the moment.âÂ
âBy what?âÂ
âYour hair,â he murmured softly. Theo reached out and toyed with a loose strand, twisting a long lock between his fingers. He swallowed thickly, his voice lower and huskier than it was a minute ago. âYou should wear it down more often.âÂ
âItâs a hassle.âÂ
He swept it over your shoulder, knuckles brushing your cheek. âItâs beautiful.âÂ
Your cheeks warmed. Whether from the alcohol or his touch, you couldnât differentiate. âStop deflecting, Nott.âÂ
Theo rolled his eyes. âRelentless witch. Canât you see Iâm trying to have a moment here?âÂ
You gave him a pointed look. Theo sighed before handing over his lighter. Up close, you could see that the silver was worn and dented. It looked much older than you initially thought. To your surprise, Theo silently waved his wand and the lighter transformed into a heart shaped locket.Â
âWhen my nonna gave me the grimoire, it came with this. It was Alessandraâs old locket. She treasured it more than the grimoire itself.âÂ
âWhatâs so special about it?âÂ
âOpen it.âÂ
Your fingers stilled. âAre you sure?â
âDonât get shy now, diavolina. You wanted to know and now Iâm telling you.âÂ
You hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the best of you. The locket popped open easily. Inside was a picture of a dark haired woman standing next to a man with watercolor eyes and thick brown curls. The couple looked at each other with love and adoration in their eyes.Â
âThatâs Alessandra, obviously. The man was Damiano, her closest friend, the mad scientist of the village, and the cleverest muggle sheâd ever met. He helped author the grimoire.âÂ
âI never knew that Alessandra had help with her inventions.âÂ
Theo nodded. âAs my family intended. They didnât approve of her relationship with Damiano, but she didnât care. They fell madly in love and eventually married.âÂ
âHow is it possible that no one knew about him?â
âDamiano was born with a unique illness that was incurable even with magic. Alessandra poured years of her life into finding a cure, but in the end he succumbed to it. She passed away only a year after him. My nonna said that she died of a broken heart.â Theo took the chain and traced his fingers over the picture. âThey left behind two young children who were eventually raised by Alessandraâs parents. Their son and daughter grew up not knowing who their father was. The Marchesis did everything in their power to keep the knowledge to themselves. They didnât want anyone to know that their great bloodline was tainted by a muggle.âÂ
Theo bowed his head in shame. He avoided your gaze, choosing to look out at the Black Lake instead. âThere it is. The secret that my family has guarded for centuries. The sad part is that some of them still hold those bigoted beliefs, so when people assume the worst of me, I canât blame them. The Marchesis, the Notts, either way you look at it, thereâs bad blood coursing through my veins.âÂ
âThatâs not true, Theo,â you said softly. âYou know I donât think that of you, right?âÂ
âI wouldnât blame you if you did. Everyone else does.âÂ
âWell, I donât,â you said firmly. âYou said it earlier. Family isnât all that a person amounts to. When I look at you, I donât see a Nott or a Marchesi. I just see Theo.âÂ
âI donât deserve that,â he whispered. The saddest part was that you were sure he meant it. âMy great great great grandmother fell in love with a muggle and how did my family repay her for it? They blotted him out of existence.âÂ
The starlight caressed his forlorn expression with its silver glow, painting a heartbreaking depiction of Theo that you had never seen before. It reminded you of that day in the potions lab when he was talking about his mother. There was such an openness and vulnerability in him then that was present now as well and you realized why he looked at you the way he did that day.Â
Theo hadnât been waiting for you to give him an out. He wantedâno, he needed a friend and you had been too scared to step up then, but you werenât now. You could be that for him. You wanted to be that for him. A friend.Â
Without second guessing yourself, you reached out in the space between you and grabbed hold of his hand. Theo stared at your intertwined fingers in surprise.Â
âThe love between Damiano and Alessandra lives on,â you said with a small smile. âIn their children and their childrenâs children. InâŠyou.âÂ
Those watercolor eyes, the very same ones that you had grown so familiar with shone with emotion. Unlike the day in the lab, Theo didnât put up his mask of cockiness and arrogance and you realized with a start that you didnât want him to.Â
He smiled and squeezed your hand gently. âYes, I suppose I inherited Damianoâs affinity for cruel, brilliant witches.â
"Affinity is putting it lightly," you said teasingly. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me, Nott."
You blinked as Theo hovered over you. The weight of his body pressed against yours ignited a flame of fiendfyre in your core. He dipped his head down, his curls tickling your nose. "No, not Nott. Not Theodore. Try that again, diavolina."
You wriggled underneath him, but Theo held your hips in place. He brushed his lips against yours and smirked when you tried to kiss him. His low rumble of laughter sent shivers down your spine. "Say it. Say my name again."
"If I say it, will you stop being a tease?"
Theo kissed your neck and laughed when you pouted in response. "Only one way to find out."
"I'll knee you in the crotch if you do that again, Theo."
He grinned. "There's a good girl," Theo said rather suggestively. You fought the urge to squirm at his words. He peppered kisses along your neck, your jaw, and your cheeks while you burst into a fit of drunken giggles. "For the record, I am obsessed with you, but I think you're a little bit obsessed with me too."
"You wish, Theo."
"You're going to be the death of me," he said huskily as he unbuttoned your cardigan. Theo's eyes were full of mischief as he dipped between your breasts, sucking on your flesh and leaving marks in his wake. "But I'm willing to die a happy man, Y/N."
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#i am writing this from the grave because the new pics of lorenzo at the movie premiere has k*lled me#theo nott#theo nott fic#theo nott smut#theo nott x reader#theo nott x y/n#theo nott x you#theo nott imagine#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott smut#theodore nott imagine
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Theodorus: Sit down.
Mozart: Nobody tells me what to do!
MC: Please sit down.
Mozart: *immediately sits down*
#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#ikevamp theo#ikevamp mozart#ikevamp theodorus#ikevamp mc#ikevamp incorrect quotes#i love when theo and mozart are. THE cattiest bitches#ill be in my grave before i forget them roasting each other within an inch of their lives#literally the only thing that made it better was isaac going 'for the love of god shut it' out of nowhere#man the way i can imagine sebas in the background like keeping a tally of each banger line for each member of the mansion#you know like in the anastasia movie??? the statistics may surprise you#mozart isaac and theo are in the lead#I call them the Sweet and Salty crew and I think the name is self-explanatory#why ask for salt when you can just tap mozart on the shoulder--#the second gang is Comte Sebas and Napoleon and I call them Glamorous Petty and Better Than You#will throw down verbally at any point but are not usually the initiators#will say that Comte may seem like a surprising one but like. in my defense#a good 70% of his interactions with people is him just. lowkey roasting under the radar#just because I need a magnifying glass don't mean it don't happen--#the third group is Leo Dazai and Jeanne--tempted to call them Tall Dark and Spicy#and I feel like they don't have much of an impulse to choose violence so their insults are few and far in between#however. when they hit they hit HELLA and it's amazing#arthur i'm torn because like#he's usually the one shaking his ass to be roasted???? so im not really sure he'd have much of a tally (charles is basically the same)#faust is in Sweet and Salty and I will not be taking any constructive criticism. man is the definition of hot and cold and i love it for him#vlad and shakespeare i will say are in the Glamorous gang#don't bother asking me about vincent because I would never insult the mansion's angel that way. the number is microscopic#he has his own category because he only ever zings Theo or on the very rare occasion he gets pissed#i feel vincent's power level cannot be conveyed by the limits of the mere mortal mind...
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i was watching only murders in the building and honestly mabelâs friend wasnât murdered. she was hitting theo and he grabbed her arm to get her to stop hitting him and she started yanking her hand away telling him to let go and then she tripped back and fell to her death. her death was an accident that couldâve been avoided if she just gave theo the ring and left lol.
#mabel mora#teddy dimas#only murders in the building#only murders hulu#like when you watch it itâs clear itâs an accident#and the biggest reason why sheâs dead is her own damn self#cause she was putting her hands on somebody when she shouldâve just walked away#like teddy was supposed to stand there and let her keep hitting him???#honestly lil bitch was just mad cause theo read her like a newspaper#and told her straight facts about herself#theo told her about herself and she couldnât handle it#so she really wasnât murdered at all#and teddy and his scumbag father should be put away for framing oscar and grave robbing#okay so correction teddy is the father and theo is the son lmao#op
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(faceflat on ground) going to see a doctor about my back tomorrow yippeee /s
#sorry ive been so paranoid and not here. um#anyways last night theo wrote nicholas privately to me to relax me#im so happy ;-; i love theo and nick sm#i hope someday i can leave humbert stuff on his grave ^-^#anyways uhhh Me Back Hurts
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Richie never forgave himself for Eddie's death. Boris never forgives himself for Theo's attempt. Will never forgave himself after Mike died saving him.
Eddie watches Richie with guilt in his eyes, but he stays by the other man's side. Boris never leaves Theo's side, he always makes sure he's okay. Mike pretends that he's not dead, that he will wake up to Will asking him to play DnD with him. He protects Will with all the power he has.
The love these dead men and alive men have for each other-
#will visits mike's grave often and leaves dnd figurines there#richie visits the bridge and recarves their initials every few months#boris just makes sure theo knows how much he loves him by peppering his face with kisses every night#stranger things#the goldfinch#it 2017#byler#mike wheeler#will byers#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#boreo#boris pavlikovsky#theo decker#finn wolfhard cinematic universe
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Cannot stop imagining a dreamswap/fatal flaws scenario where it's just gay pining (as usual) and instead of fucking dealing with it arthur/dream just goes "..Tea?"
#theo says some things#the voice of jack#we are so normal about them we SWEAR okay#every now and then the fixation just rises from the grave like a dead meme
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Random doods I doodled over the weekend.
#ocart#ocs#monkey boy#fantasy#Theo#vaporwave#athstetic#retro inspired#gungrave#gungrave gore#gungrave g.o.r.e#brandon heat#beyond the grave#mika(gungrave)#quartz(gungrave)#comics#art practice#video games#mini art log#fanart#original art#my art#digital art#gungrave is amazing and no one can tell me otherwise#also someday ill get a story going for my boy#someday...
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#& ââ â âȘ ship â if we make it through todayâ say youâll stay with me tomorrowâ theo graves . đž#THEY ARE IN LOVE#idgaf what anyone says#this is also their last interaction full stop
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closed starter for @theogravesâ location: otherworld forest labryinth note: smile for me daddy
Whatever had just happened, Sumeyye was not a fan of it in the slightest. First, she had realized her abilities were not useful while gambling. Now, she was stuck in this stupid forest and dreadfully human again. Being human was not at all something she wanted to ever feel again, but she had to toughen up eventually. She had to move past any of the âwoe is meâ attitude she had about life. Not everything was about her no matter how much she wanted it to be. What she needed to focus on right now was getting out of this forest intact. Without her abilities, it was looking like her chances were pretty slim though. She was a lover, not a fighter. A deep breath fell from her lips as she looked around at their surroundings. When she swore she heard something in her ear, she damn near jumped out of her skin and grabbed Theoâs hand. Normally, she wouldnât have, but she was making an exception for now until he made some sort of move to push her away. If he even did. âHave I ever told y-â She cut herself off as she looked into the distance, a dark mist seemingly calling to her. âDo you see that, too?â
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when you find an old picture of us
and you clear away the dust
i hope you miss me sometimes
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I have drawn one terrible terrible man and one who deserves the world, the AHS: NYC brainrot has struck me hard
#american horror story#ahs#ahs nyc#American horror story new york city#ahs sam#theo graves#ahs Theo graves#I tried real hard to come up with a symbolic surname for Sam but I couldn't and got annoyed LOL#tw drugs#my art
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*peppers my turtletitanshipping playlist with some break up songs because of the inevitability of them having to part ways when the time portal is completed*
#in my mind its like. an amicable split? they both knew mikey wouldn't be there forever. they were content to just have some fun#not realising just how well they'd click. and that it might even turn into -gasp- feelings adjacent to love#they knew there would always be an end and it's no one's fault things have to go down like this. it's just hard to say goodbye#especially knowing that it's goodbye for good.#for some extra spice to this sadness... after mikey returns to 2005 theo tracks down where 2105 mikey is buried and brings him some flowers#sits down by his grave and murmurs 'hello again beautiful.'#or is that too sad :3c#i mean what do u even do when ur summer fling leaves the current time forever and u know you'll never see him again BUT you found his grave#what do you do???? do you visit???? or do you not because you know you were only a tiny little scrap of his very long life?#is it weird to visit? when you only knew each other for about a year?#is it inappropriate to bring him flowers and talk to him as if you're some mourning spouse when you were casual boyfriends at best?
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hikari my love, donât you worry. i WILL give you the characterisation you deserve. i won't allow another teen wolf character to suffer the fate of being liam dunbarâs love interest. you will have goals, feelings, motives and a life outside of your relationship with him. I promise.Â
#dw babe you and hayden can start a support group#brett will chime in from beyond the grave#theo will probably host the meetings in his truck#liam I love you but I love your partners more#teen wolf#teen wolf movie
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closed starter for @theograves location: the forum note: wink wonk
Kirigan had never expected to be on the Senate so his thought process in any of those meetings was to simply listen and pipe in when he felt he needed to say something. In all honesty, his dislike of demons made his position questionable. The Eye had intended for him to get information and they only ended up getting positions for themselves. His job here was done and yet...he was still here. Maybe he would really have to look into getting some marshals sooner rather than later. The few friends he did have that were demons were on the opposite side though so that was proving to be more difficult than it was worth. Nevertheless, it seemed he was always bumping into Theo in this damn Forum. He lifted his head in greeting. "Theo." He stopped next to the vampire. "You have very strong opinions in there. I'm starting to think I'm slacking." He was slacking and he was sure the vampire would say the same.
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đđđđđđđ, đđđ. ---- do not interact unless you are @yourartistsheart
#đšđđđ„ // if we make it through todayâ say youâll stay with me tomorrowâ theo graves .#yourartistsheart#crying in the club#this took far too long#but WORTH it
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KNOWING YOU COULD SLIP AWAY , IS THE HARDEST PILL TO SWALLOW. SO IF WE MAKE IT THROUGH TODAY , SAY YOU'LL STAY WITH ME TOMORROW. â TOMORROW , FLY BY MIDNIGHT
â do not reblog unless you are @coristories
#âȘ ship â â if we make it through todayâ say youâll stay with me tomorrowâ theo graves . â#this is fine#i am fine
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