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okay guys. hear me out. picture me this. bear with me now.
Tom Riddle. Frankentein AU.
HEAR ME OUT NOW
a Tom whose greatest fear of death manifests in an obsession with uncovering the secret to life. who creates a monster and is too caught up with his own greatness to treat The Monster as he should be obliged to as its creator. who treats it callously.
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obviously it wouldn't be the same as the actual Frankenstein book, with Tom Riddle being who he is, BUT the potential there... it's delicious and it's consuming me
sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth guys...😬😬 i lowkey forgot about this blog🤷♂️, and I got really obsessed with like, a bunch of other fandoms😅, and then I had so much busy stuff happening😨😨, and just completely lost track guys my baddddd...😔😔😔
please find it within your kind, welcoming, warm, loving, benevolent hearts to forgive me for this🙏🙏🙏 I sincerely apologise for my transgressions🙇♂️🙇♂️🙇♂️🙇♂️
i am in fact alive, hello! i just got really bad imposter syndrome about my writing and didn’t post any fics for like three months <3
i did actual RESEARCH for this fic. using an actual physical BOOK.
one of my lovely little darlings suggested an enzo + male reader + picnic date drabble, and it spiraled into 1.4k words of gay
you will get secondhand embarrassment from enzo in this. just warning you. but it’s in like a cute way so yk
ty all for not getting mad about me not posting i literally adore y’all sm 🤟
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“Y/n,” Ron loudly whispered, elbowing you in the side. “Do you have a spare quill I can borrow?”
“Can you last one day without breaking something, Weasley?” You rolled your eyes fondly, giving him the quill in your hand and reaching down to grab another from your bag. Instead, your hand brushed against something else.
You retrieved the mystery object from your bag with furrowed eyebrows. It was a small rectangular object, no bigger than your palm, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with a pretty lavender ribbon—with a single green carnation in the center of the bow.
You set aside the carnation, unwrapping the tiny gift and being met with the sight of a small book, bound in leather, which bore the gilded name: FLORIOGRAPHY: A Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers.
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The first flower you found was pressed between the pages of your Runes textbook. A combination of a rich purple and vibrant yellow color, with a striking dark center that spread out onto three of its five petals.
You carefully tucked the flower back away in between the pages of your textbook, vowing to look it up after class.
You couldn’t focus for the rest of the lesson.
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It took a while to flip through every entry of the two-hundred page book, squinting at the tiny illustrations, but you eventually found a match to the mystery flower.
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PANSY
Viola tricolor var. hortensis
Meaning:
You occupy my thoughts
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“Parkinson!”
Pansy stopped in her tracks, looking back over her shoulder with a look of distaste. “Yes, lion?”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“We’re talking right now,” she drawled, but grabbed your sleeve and pulled you into a nearby empty classroom. “What is it?”
You root through your bag, drawing out the Runes textbook.
“Homework?” she scoffed. “I’m not a tutor, little lion.”
“No, not the book.” You rolled your eyes, carefully opening it. “I found this in between the pages this morning.”
Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pressed flower you cradled in your hand. “It’s you?” She looked baffled. “Huh. I never would’ve guessed. Anyways, congratulations on solving the first clue.”
~~~
An odd hot-pink flower, with little shoots sprouting from the center and reminding you a bit of those light-up fiber optic lamps from the Muggle world, sat in the palm of your hand. A second green carnation was tied to the stem of the mystery flower with another lavender ribbon.
Pansy had abandoned you as soon as the flower was in your possession, saying that she hadn’t been paid enough to stick around.
(You knew she was just as invested in this as you were.)
Finally, after flipping through the little leather-bound book for what felt like the hundredth time, you found the strange flower.
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MYRTLE
Myrtus
Meaning:
Love
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Huh. Well. Okay then. A little on the nose, but alright.
~~~
“Um, excuse me? Miss…Myrtle Warren?”
“A boy!” the unsettling ghost girl shrieked. “Twice! In one day!”
“There was another boy in here?” you asked hopefully. “Who was he?”
“Get out! This is the ladies’ room!”
“I’m real sorry, Miss Myrtle,” you said placatingly. “I’m just on a…scavenger hunt of sorts, and I thought a clue led to you. My apologies for bothering you.”
“A scavenger hunt?” Myrtle questioned, suddenly interested. She uncrossed her arms and floated down from the ceiling. “What are you looking for?”
“A flower of some sort? The last one I got was from a myrtle tree.” You held the offensively pink flower up for her to see. “It’s why I thought you might be the next clue.”
She looked flattered. “Well…the other boy who came in here earlier did have something with him. A package.”
“Did he leave it in here?”
“Yes.” Myrtle points to the dusty windowsill on the far wall. “Why is he leaving things for you?”
“I don’t know,” you said vaguely, hoping to bypass the conversation. As much as you’d love to discuss the intricacies of queer relationships with an annoying ghost girl who died in the forties, you’d rather do literally anything else.
So you merely picked up the brown paper-wrapped item, familiarly decorated with a lavender bow and a green carnation, and tucked it safely in your bag to be opened later.
“Thank you for your help, Miss Myrtle.”
The ghost giggled and her cheeks turned a silvery-white; probably the phantasmic equivalent of a blush.
You quickly hurried out of the girls’ bathroom.
~~~
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CLEMATIS
Clematis
Meaning:
Cleverness
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“I’m at a dead end,” you groaned, resting your head on your arms.
Ron patted your shoulder from beside you, only half paying attention to your queer plight. “You’ll figure it out,” he mumbled around a mouthful of pie, spewing crumbs all over the table.
Hermione made a face. “Charming, Ronald.” At his weak protests, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to you. “How do you even know it’s a boy anyways?”
“Carnations,” you mumbled. “Green carnations. Oscar Wilde’s secret symbol of homosexuality in the late nineteenth century.”
“Okay, so your secret admirer is a dork, is what you’re saying,” Ron drawled.
You looked up with a scowl, ready to throw back a witty remark, when you were interrupted by Lightning Boy-howdy-how-has-he-not-died-yet.
“What’s with the whole bouquet you’ve got going on, L/n?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the half-dozen flowers spread out across the table.
“Trying to decode some fuckin’ Victorian bullshit.” You smacked the book down on the table, frustrated.
Harry picked up the large dark purple flower you’d unceremoniously tossed in front of you.
“Oh, this is a clematis flower,” he said offhandedly. “My aunt and uncle have this exact shrub in their garden. The blooms never get this big though.”
You perked up in surprise. “You’re familiar with it?”
Harry nodded. “Yep. Tricky little bugger. Lord Neville’s a pretty aggressive feeder and needs lots of fertilizer, although that’s true of all clematis plants, I suppose. They’re also—”
“What did you just say?” you interrupted.
“It’s an aggressive feeder…?”
“No, no, the other part. Lord Neville?”
Harry quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah? It’s just the name of the subspecies, Y/n. No big deal.”
“Oh my Godric— I have to go!”
You shove everything into your bag, almost tripping over the table’s bench in your haste to get up.
“What about lunch?” Ron called after you, affronted.
“No time!”
~~~
You hesitantly opened the door to Greenhouse No. 5, peeking inside the warm shed.
“Neville?” you called out cautiously, giving one plant actively trying to wriggle out of its pot nearby a wary look.
You fully stepped inside the greenhouse, your attention immediately caught by the neat trail of green fan-shaped petals on the ground.
You followed the trail through the front room of the greenhouse, crossing through the threshold to the second room and looking up, only to see—
“Berkshire?”
Enzo rocked back and forth on his feet nervously, chewing his bottom lip and fiddling with the cuffs of his uniform shirt. “Surprise?”
You didn’t know the boy too well. You’d been his assigned partner on a few school projects here and there, and he’d always been friendly when you passed him in the halls, but he’d always seemed a bit reserved and shy around you.
You took a moment to draw your gaze away from him to look around the greenhouse. A silver and green Slytherin blanket was spread out neatly across the ground by Enzo’s feet. A proper wicker picnic basket, two crystal glasses, and a bottle of wine sat on the edge of the blanket, waiting.
Enzo himself had a green carnation pinned to the pocket of his shirt, tied with a lavender ribbon. You grinned.
“You did all this?”
He must’ve misinterpreted your tone of surprise, because he immediately panicked. “U-um, yes. Yeah. Yep. Sorry. I should’ve asked before trying to court you, right? Oh— rats, I didn’t I ask— I just thought you were so handsome, and nice, and— and I didn’t really know how to ask you out—” he rambled nervously.
“Thank you,” you interrupted, for his sake. “This is adorable.”
Enzo’s face was bright red, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
“Why flowers?”
“Oh! Uh. Big part of pureblood culture. Flowers. Daphne, Astoria, Pansy…all flowers.”
You nodded, still grinning.
Enzo cleared his throat awkwardly and motioned to the blanket. “Please, sit.”
You settled down on the soft blanket across from him, sitting cross legged. At your perpetual grin, he seemed to relax a bit.
“Y’know,” you started, as he uncorked the wine and started pouring the glasses, “I think this is the perfect place for a first date.”
His hands trembled as you said that and he looked up at you hopefully. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you grinned. “Perfect place for romance to bloom.”
“That’s a terrible pun.”
“I know. Can you be-leaf it?”
“That’s worse.”
“Be nice. I’m a budding comedian.”
“Shut up.”
“Why don’t you use your tulips to make me?”
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[please comment if you enjoyed this! this author needs constant positive reinforcement, like a literal toddler!]
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i'm going to need to stagger the requests I answer with little fluff pieces I made up, or my blog's going to look like a WHOREHOUSE.
guess who's gonna work on some fic? that's right. me. (I'm I've said this like a bajillion times but I swear I'm actually gonna this time, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel that is exam and assignment prep)
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THE DINER - Billie Eilish
READ YOUR DIARY - Maneskin
Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey
obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo
+ honourable mentions because they were literally on repeat for WEEKS:
Granite - Sleep Token
Skin and Boned - David Kushner
Work Song - Hozier
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i have a long weekend this week🥳, so I'm gonna work on some of the reqs you guys have sent me aksjnkasd, but I do have some stuff I need to get done as well, so hopefully I'll get through it all😔 please bear with me you guys, my life is NOT productive🙏
Enzo with a boyfriend who always or been always manspread since 1st but when 6th year comes around and y’know glow up happens. Reader still manspreads but Enzo had heard some girls talking about how they “would sit on [name]’s lap” immediately Enzo becomes jealous and possessive. Like he starts to straddle/sit on reader a lot in the common room or just anywhere
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Possessive Glances
Pairings : Lorenzo Berkshire x M! Reader
Summary : In their sixth year at Hogwarts, you and Lorenzo Berkshire navigate a new dynamic in your relationship. After overhearing some girls expressing interest in you, Lorenzo becomes possessive and starts sitting on your lap in the common room, determined to show everyone that you belong to him. This newfound possessiveness brings you even closer, reinforcing the bond you share and proving that love, with all its quirks, is worth fighting for.
A/n : Enjoy (・∀・)
Warnings) : Nothing!
Word count : 1k+
The common room was always bustling with energy, a place where laughter echoed off the stone walls and the warmth of friendship filled the air. You and Lorenzo Berkshire, your boyfriend of several years, had claimed your usual spot on one of the oversized couches. Ever since first year, you had a habit of manspreading, sprawling out comfortably without a second thought. Lorenzo never seemed to mind; in fact, he often found it endearing.
But things changed when you both hit sixth year. The summer had been kind to you, and you'd come back to Hogwarts with a glow-up that didn't go unnoticed. Your casual demeanor and confidence had a certain allure that drew more than a few admiring glances, particularly from a group of giggling girls who often gathered in the common room.
It was one such evening when you were lounging on the couch, legs spread comfortably wide, that Lorenzo overheard a conversation that set his teeth on edge. He was coming back from the dormitory, having forgotten his Potions textbook, when he caught snippets of their conversation.
"Have you seen him today?" one of the girls whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.
"Who? Oh, you mean him," another girl replied, and you could practically hear the grin in her voice. "I'd sit on his lap in a heartbeat."
Lorenzo's grip on his book tightened. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jealousy, a feeling he rarely experienced so intensely, surged through him. You had always been his, and the idea of anyone else even thinking about being that close to you sparked a possessive fire within him.
Returning to the couch, he found you relaxed, completely oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. Without a word, he plopped down next to you, closer than usual, his thigh pressed firmly against yours.
"Hey, Enz," you greeted him, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," he replied a bit too quickly, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just needed to sit with you."
You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. Lorenzo was affectionate, but this sudden need for proximity was new. "You sure?"
"Positive," he said, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed him. Without further ado, he shifted, swinging one leg over yours and straddling you. He settled into your lap, his arms draped loosely around your neck, his eyes locked onto yours.
Your surprise was evident, but you didn't resist. Instead, a slow smile spread across your face. "Well, this is new."
Lorenzo shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just thought I'd get comfortable."
You chuckled, your hands instinctively resting on his hips. "Comfortable, huh?"
His gaze softened slightly, though the possessiveness still lingered. "Yeah. Got a problem with it?"
"Not at all," you replied, leaning back and letting him have his way. "I kinda like it."
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From that day forward, Lorenzo made it a point to be closer to you, especially when those girls were around. He'd sit on your lap, drape himself over you, and make sure everyone knew you were his. The possessiveness was new, but you didn't mind. In fact, you found it oddly reassuring.
One evening, as you both sat in the common room—Lorenzo in his usual spot on your lap—one of those girls dared to approach. She had a coy smile on her face, clearly intending to strike up a conversation.
"Hi," she said, batting her eyelashes. "Mind if I sit here?"
Before you could respond, Lorenzo tightened his grip on your shoulders. "Actually, we do mind," he said, his voice laced with a polite but firm edge. "We're kind of in the middle of something."
The girl blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness. "Oh, um, okay. Sorry to bother you."
She walked away, clearly flustered, and you couldn't help but laugh. "You scared her off."
"Good," Lorenzo muttered, resting his head against your shoulder. "I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea."
You kissed his temple, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. "No one could ever take your place, Enzo. You know that, right?"
He sighed, some of the tension easing from his body. "I know. I just… I don't like the thought of anyone else wanting you like that."
You tilted his chin up, making him meet your eyes. "You're the only one I want. Always."
His smile was small but genuine. "Same here."
The possessive streak Lorenzo had developed was a new dynamic in your relationship, but it brought you even closer. You understood his fears and reassured him at every turn. Over time, he became more secure, but his habit of sitting on your lap whenever he felt even a hint of jealousy remained.
As the weeks went by, Enzo’s possessiveness showed no signs of waning. If anything, it only grew stronger. One evening, as you were lounging in the common room, Enzo straddled your lap once more, his arms wrapping around your neck.
“You’re making a habit of this,” you teased, running a hand up his back.
“Good,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let everyone see.”
You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re ridiculous.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I just want to make sure everyone knows you’re taken," he whispered.
You turned your head, your lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. "They know," you murmured against his mouth. "Trust me, they know."
Enzo smiled, a sense of contentment settling over him. He knew his jealousy might seem irrational, but he couldn’t help it. You were his, and he wanted everyone to know it. And as long as you didn’t mind, he was more than happy to stake his claim.
As the days went on, your friends got used to seeing Enzo perched on your lap, his possessiveness a constant, comforting presence. You didn’t mind—if anything, you found it endearing. And every time he straddled you, every time he pressed himself close, you’d wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, letting him know without words that you were his and his alone.
And so, the sixth year passed in a blur of classes, Quidditch matches, and quiet moments stolen in the common room. Through it all, Enzo remained a constant presence on your lap, his jealousy a reminder of how much he cared. And every time he wrapped himself around you, you’d smile and hold him close, grateful for the boy who loved you so fiercely.
hey hey! saw your reblogs and wanted to ask about the fandom one, 2 and 7? also, ⭐ for the moots one! (I'm curious 🙏)
- evan⭐ (riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat btw :D)
EVAN!!!!! HI!!!!!
Sorry lol. Had to get the excitement out
Thank you so much for the ask!!
For the fandom questions,
2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!
Mattheo growing up with the Malfoys. I was introduced to Matty through Wattpad stories, so I used to be a hardcore believer that he grew up in the muggle world. But I’ve now expanded my views and I really like the idea that he grows up with a family that loves him (to some extent)
7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw
I already answered this one, but I’ll say it again because I love these tropes so much. Enemies to lovers, miscommunication, protector/protectee, and misunderstood feelings. They get me every single fuckin’ time
HEART ANON BACK AGAIN! Okay so angst to fluff of Theodore and reader. Reader always had bad relationships in his past and he is just scared to get into another one. What he doesn’t know is that Theodore is like whipped for him and he is trying to show reader that he isn’t like the others. Some people try to tell Theodore it’s no use to try and court reader but he isn’t listening >:(. He wants reader to know that they will be able to love again and it just ends up with Theodore literally being very romantic and cheesy and reader falls for it lol.
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Healing Hearts.
Pairings : Theodore Nott x M! Reader
Summary : After a series of bad relationships, you're scared to love again, haunted by past heartbreaks. Theodore, endlessly patient and genuinely in love with you, is determined to prove that love doesn’t always end in pain. Despite warnings from others that it’s futile, Theodore persists, showing through kind words and gentle gestures that he’s different. Gradually, your walls begin to crumble, and with Theodore’s unwavering support, you start to believe in love again. As you spend a heartfelt afternoon together, you realize that with Theodore by your side, love might just be worth the risk.
A/n : Enjoy (・∀・)
Warnings) : Nothing!
Word count : 1k+
You sit on the Hogsmeade bench, lost in your own thoughts, the warm summer breeze gently rustling the leaves overhead. It's been a while since you've allowed yourself to relax like this, to just be alone with your thoughts. Relationships have always been a sore spot for you, a series of disappointments and heartaches that have left you wary of letting anyone else in.
But then there's Theodore. Sweet, kind, and endlessly patient Theodore. He's been a constant presence in your life lately, always there with a kind word or a comforting gesture when you need it most. You're not quite sure what to make of him, if you're being honest. He's different from anyone else you've ever met, and that scares you more than you'd care to admit.
Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Theodore approaching until he's sitting beside you on the bench, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Hey there," he says softly, his voice warm and inviting. "Mind if I join you?"
You shake your head, offering him a small smile of your own. "Not at all. What brings you out here?"
"Just wanted to see how you were doing," he replies, his gaze searching yours. "You seemed a little lost in thought."
You let out a small sigh, running a hand through your hair. "Just... thinking about stuff, I guess. You know how it is."
Theodore nods sympathetically, his expression softening. "Yeah, I do. Relationships can be tough sometimes."
You glance at him, surprised by his insight. "You've been there too?"
He nods, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I have. But I've learned that not all relationships are the same. Sometimes, it just takes finding the right person to show you that love doesn't always have to hurt."
You feel a pang of something stir in your chest at his words, a mixture of hope and fear warring within you. "And you think you're that person?"
Theodore's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I'd like to think so, yeah. I care about you, more than I can put into words. And I want to show you that not all relationships have to end in heartbreak."
You feel your heart flutter in your chest at his confession, a warmth spreading through you that you haven't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, Theodore is right. Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Before you can say anything else, Theodore reaches out and takes your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know it's scary, putting yourself out there again. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to make sure you never regret giving love another chance."
You stare at him, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his eyes. For the first time in a long time, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things will be different this time.
And as Theodore leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you've finally found someone worth taking a chance on.
As you lean into the kiss, the weight of your past relationships falls away, replaced by a warmth and a hope you haven't felt in years. Maybe Theodore is right. Maybe it's time to let go of the fear and embrace the possibility of love once again.
And as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, you know that no matter what happens, you'll always have Theodore by your side, ready to catch you if you fall. And for the first time in a long time, you believe that maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.
Others would whispered behind your back, their voices dripping with doubt and skepticism. “Why bother?” they’d say, their words like poison seeping into Theodore’s resolve. “He’s not worth it.” but Theodore didn't care about other's opinions. He loves you and he knows it.
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You spend the afternoon with Theodore, walking through Hogsmeade hand in hand, lost in easy conversation and shared laughter. It feels so effortless, so natural, being with him. With each passing moment, your walls begin to crumble, the fear and uncertainty that have plagued you for so long slowly melting away.
As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the park, you find yourselves sitting on a blanket beneath a sprawling oak tree, sharing a picnic dinner that Theodore had prepared.
"I hope you like it," he says, offering you a plate filled with an assortment of sandwiches, fruits, and pastries.
You take a bite of a sandwich, savoring the delicious flavors. "It's amazing," you reply, smiling gratefully at him. "Thank you for doing all of this."
Theodore returns your smile, his eyes softening with affection. "Anything for you," he says, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.
You lean into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through you at his gentle caress. "You know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've never felt like this with anyone before. It's… different."
Theodore's smile widens, his eyes shining with emotion. "Different in a good way, I hope?"
You nod, a small laugh escaping your lips. "Definitely in a good way. You make me feel… safe, I guess. Like I can finally let my guard down and just be myself."
His smile softens, a warmth spreading through his chest at your words. "I'm glad to hear that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because that's all I want, for you to feel safe and loved and cherished. You deserve that, more than anyone I know."
You feel a lump form in your throat at his words, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the leaves overhead.
Theodore reaches out and takes your hand in his, his touch grounding you in a way you never thought possible. "No, thank you," he says, his gaze locking with yours. "For giving me a chance, for letting me show you that love doesn't have to be painful. For letting me be a part of your life."
You squeeze his hand, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. "I'm the one who should be thanking you," you say, your voice filled with emotion. "For showing me that it's okay to hope again, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love is worth fighting for."
And as you sit together beneath the fading light of the setting sun, surrounded by nothing but the gentle sounds of nature and the warmth of each other's presence, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll always have Theodore by your side, guiding you through the darkness and into the light.
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