#serial killer!theo

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'friendly' fire | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 647

summary: theo plots a murder for his ex while his friends watch

tw: mentions/references to death

“I’m going to kill him.” Theodore grumbled out. 

You were currently hanging out with Theodore and some of his friends—Mattheo, Lorenzo and Pansy—with Theodore currently pacing around the room in anger.

Pansy had decided to invite you out for a fun drinking game that they often did in their childhood. You had quite a bit of fun with the game, talking about your book and exes that the five of you all had. Mattheo had talked about his secret rendezvous with various women while Pansy talked about her issues with men in the dating scene—which eventually had started a conversation about your toxic ex.

Suffice to say, Theodore did not like him after this.

“It’s okay, my love.” you murmured out, watching as Theodore paced around the couches. Pansy and Lorenzo seemed to be looking a bit fearful of his pacing. Mattheo was sitting next to you, a large smirk on his face as he watched Theo pace. 

“It is not okay!” he exclaimed—his voice cursing out in Italian like a bow running sharply against the strings of a viola. “I swear, I’m going to strangle him.”

“I can get you rope.” Mattheo said ecstatically. “Or a wire.”

Theo stood in place at that, pointing at Mattheo for a moment before nodding. “Rope.”

You sighed dramatically. “I was going to use him for a part of my book.” you murmured quietly. 

“Can I choke him?” he asked you, walking over to you with an almost pleading look in your eyes. “Please principessa? I promise to make it poetic.”

You rolled your eyes. “Something clean.”

“Theo. Clean.” Mattheo scoffed. “Yeah right.”

“He doesn’t even deserve clean.” he grumbled, sitting down next to you much like a petulant child might. You weren’t quite sure why Pansy or Lorenzo were scared of him—you knew that Theodore wouldn’t do anything to hurt people that he loved. “He deserves to be in pain.”

You sighed quietly and shook your head. “What are you thinking, Teddy?”

“I’m thinking something torturous.” he murmured quietly, kissing your cheek and wrapping you into a cuddle on the couch. His body rested between your legs as his head rested on your chest—while you rested your journal on top of his back to write on it. “Maybe something involving bleach. Or fire.”

“Bleach?” Lorenzo murmured quietly, both him and Pansy sitting in shock still.

You scoffed quietly. “You’d have to buy quite a bit of bleach and matches. Wouldn’t be good on a receipt if he was looked for.”

“Okay, then I’ll dismember and drown him.” he said to you.

“That’ll bloat him.” you murmured quietly to Theo, writing something else down in your notebook. “Plus the body parts might float upstream. They might find him.”

Mattheo scoffed at the banter you two had. “Okay Ms. Perfect, what do you suggest then?” he asked.

“Acid?” you said. “I could use it as a metaphor.”

“That sounds—” Theo murmured quietly before sitting up a bit straighter. There was a look of awe in his face that he had almost always been showing you recently—ever since you had figured out that he was a serial killer and helped him with his processes. It was more prominent now than before though, a small smile growing on his face. “Where does he live?”

“Near that bakery.” you mumbled non-committedly, flipping to the next page of your journal.

He laughed quietly and pulled you in for a kiss—lips caressing yours for a moment before he stood up and rushed out of the house. 

“What the fuck was that?” Pansy asked you incredulously. Lorenzo was following close behind her, though his friend Mattheo had been bursting out in laughter the entire conversation. 

You shrugged quietly. “Nothing serious.”

“How the fuck does a serial killer have more game than us?” Lorenzo asked incredulously, sighing dramatically and sinking into the couch. “God, I hate my life.”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! just another small drabble here <3 this fic contains both serial!killer theo and murderer!mattheo, but murderr mattheo isnt toooo important so u can just glaze over that. thanks so much for reading!

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serial killer summons | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x killer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 493

summary: serial!killer theo summons killer reader

Theo was staring at nothing except for black. 

The room was dark when he had finished his ritual. There was someone else’s blood drying on his hands from the earlier scene he had visited. And there was a knife in his hands dripping his own into a circle. 

He had planned for this to be a small and a simple ritual to summon someone. Anyone who could help him out. Theo had been killing and killing and it didn’t seem to fill the void that was left inside of him—and he hoped he could find something that would.

It had glowed red. And then it faded. The candles blew out and the room had gone cold.

He wasn’t sure if that meant it had worked or not. 

“It worked—”

“Merlin’s Beard—!” he shouted, tossing the knife in his hand to the direction of the voice. It went through something blue for a moment and clanked at the end of the room.

He heard a laugh before he heard your voice. “That’s not going to work.”

“Where—”

“You summon me into your house, and now you get scared?” you asked him. Your fingers—well, what he assumed to be your fingers—went red for a moment before lighting one of the candles again. One after another until you sat facing him.

And then he could finally see you.

You were a ghost. One he had summoned, no doubt, covered in what seemed to be blood and a casual outfit. There was a look in your eyes that he had seen in his. An incurable lust that got worse and worse that he couldn’t seem to stop. A craving for blood that infected every part of his life.

“You’re—” he murmured in awe. “Are you like me?”

“That’s what you summoned me for, yes.” you muttered sarcastically, looking down at the book he had used before up at him. “You look good in blood.”

He felt his jaw dropping for a moment. “I— uh, do?”

“You do.” you said. Your voice was sultry and low as you said those words, and your body seemed to float out of the circle he had made to caress his skin. “Very hot.”

He chuckled quietly. “I just summoned you for—”

“You were lonely, weren’t you?” you said teasingly to him. “Wanted some attention from someone big and bad?”

“Well it sounds rather odd when you put it that way, but I suppose.” he shrugged quietly. His eyes made their way back down to his hands before he sighed. “I can’t seem to stop.”

You chuckled. “Why bother? Why not give in?”

“Don’t you think it’s wrong?” Theo asked you. You only seemed to shrug your ghostly shoulders and shrug your head over to the side. “You don’t?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did, now would I?” you asked him. “I think you should just show me how you do it. Don't you think so?”

Theo found himself nodding along. 

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! wanted to make a small au about killer reader being a ghost and getting summoned by serial killer theo, who may or may not become a fanboy, and this is the introduction to that! i hope you guys enjoy it, and thanks so much for reading!

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a killer's excuses | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 454

summary: serial!killer theo finds out how you knew he was a killer

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk

“How did you even know that I was a killer in the first place?”

You couldn’t help but stare at Theo as he asked the question. It was a rather ridiculous question, all things considered, but you figured that he didn’t know that. For all he knew, you had used your novels to properly predict his killing habits.

“You aren’t as clever as you think you are,” you chuckled. 

“What does that mean?” he asked you incredulously.

You just rolled your eyes and looked back down at your manuscript. “Do you remember the first time that you were late to a date of ours?” you asked him. “How you had that red stain on your neck and told me about your job at the butcher?”

“Yeah?” Theo nodded.

He’d moved to sit down next to you now. You were both on the couch, his head on your shoulder as you explained how he messed up his persona.

It was a rather funny thought.

“Well, that was about your only believable excuse.” you said playfully. “I mean, one time you came in and said your friend needed help with candy.”

Theo seemed to visibly deflate, and you had half a mind left to hide your laughter. “He definitely did.”

“Yeah, and the candy sauce on your hands just happened to seep through your gloves yet not burn your skin?” you asked him sarcastically. “I didn’t know I had a boyfriend with magical hands.”

“I’ll show you magical hands.” he grumbled under his breath.

You laughed quietly and closed your laptop, fingers carding their way through his hair as you two talked. “There was one time you said you had volunteered to be a scare actor in May, out of all the months.”

“I’m sure they have events somewhere,” he said to you.

“Oh, I’m certain.” you joked, scratching at his scalp. “Okay, what about the time you said you were having dinner with your father?"

Theo raised an eyebrow. “That’s a reasonable answer!”

“Have you met your father?” you asked him sarcastically. “That man could not host a dinner to save his entire bloodline. You really want me to believe that was what held you back?”

Theo grumbled under his breath. “Okay, fair.” he admitted before furrowing his brow. “But how’d you land on murdering? Of all things I could be doing.”

“Well, I knew you wouldn’t be cheating on me. You’re very serious about that stuff—” you said, ignoring the way that his eyes seemed to light up. “—and you know too much about murder to be a regular person. Therefore, a murderer.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Theo asked you.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Just now?”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! final drabble (i think) of the night! im going to be adding to my small research hobby by researching about owls for the rest of the night, thanks so much for reading!

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ruined oat milk | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 582

summary: writer!reader confronts theo about the dead head in the fridge

tw: mentions/references to death

“You have about two seconds to explain exactly what is going on here.”

Theodore looked at what was inside of the fridge with a blue tint washing over his face, fear and dread running through his veins at the sight.

He hadn’t wanted to keep the head away from their home. Away from the fridge and disposed of somewhere else. Yet he had to bring it home last night, where it now rested beside the oat milk jug.

Would this mean that you and him were done? Were you going to pack your bags—expose him to the Aurors and turn him in? Theo’s heart was pounded against his chest in dread, not wanting you to leave him ever. His mind was racing with dependance, thinking about all of the ways that he would have to keep you with him. Maybe a mind altering spell of sorts, something that would remove your memory of it. 

“I can explain—” he stuttered out.

“I don’t care about how you got the head, I already know about that—” you said, waving your hands around before pointing at the milk jug. “I’m asking you to explain why you brought it here. Into our kitchen fridge—I mean, do you know how dangerous that is?”

Theo’s mouth opened to continue his explanation, going to spit out word after word to convince you to stay, before it shut right after. “You—” he murmured quietly. “You know?”

“Of course I know,” you said to him. “You keep your journal near the couch all the time—your handwriting is very pretty by the way—but I needed some research for my writing.” you said to him. “I’m not sure how I didn’t see it earlier to be honest, especially with how much you know about killing.”

“Well—” he stuttered out again, “Wait, do you not care?”

“You kill Death Eaters, I really don’t care about them much. What I do care about is the fact that there’s a decapitated head sitting next to my oat milk!” you whined out, waving your hands dramatically to gesture at the head once more. “My oat milk is going to be forever ruined because of this—and I really wanted to make tea. You have five seconds to explain this.”

Theodore looked at you with a look one could only consider religious—though a religious man might consider him blasphemous with the way he wanted to worship you instead of God. “You are the best woman I have ever met in my life.” he murmured in awe.

“This isn’t helping my oat milk.” you said, poking his stomach. “Speak.”

He chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you as he looked over at the head in the fridge. “I was going to dispose of it earlier—there’s something specific in there that I think might help me find more Death Eaters.” he explained quietly, hands squeezing his arms in anxiety. “Though I suppose sleep deprivation causes you to confuse fridges.”

“You better get me new oat milk.” you said, shaking your head. 

“I feel like we’re brushing past the whole ‘I’m a murderer’ part of this conversation.” Theodore muttered out confusedly. “How are you not bothered by this?”

You shrugged confusedly—and Theodore was positive that you probably didn’t know yourself. “I’m a writer, you’re a resource.” you explained to him. “Plus, how else would I get accurate descriptions if it weren’t for you.”

“Ah, so I’m becoming your scientific journal.” he chuckled quietly to you.

You giggled and nodded. “Course you are.”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! just another small drabble here! i thought i'd write something about how writer!reader confronts theo about being a killer, but if you want i can write a fic about how she finds out herself <3 thanks so much for reading!

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first impressions | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 874

summary: writer!reader and serial killer!theo's first date

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk

“Sorry that I’m late.”

You looked up to the sound of a rich, Italian accent speaking to you—eyes getting a glimpse of a man you could only imagine in your dreams. The first thing you had noticed was his chestnut brown hair. It was slightly puffed and wavy, resting on his head much like a bird’s nest might. Blue eyes that could pierce like Posiden’s waves were the next thing you noticed, along with a chiseled face and a smile you were sure was blinding.

Theodore Nott. Your date.

“You’re fine.” you smiled brightly at him. “I only got here early to work on some writing anyways.”

That wasn’t necessarily a lie, but it also wasn’t necessarily true. You had found your body riled up with nerves just at the thought of going on a date—let alone with Theodore Nott—which led you to coming earlier than needed. He was a bit of a fantasy for most of the girls who knew him, whispers in Hogwarts hallways about how much one would give to be with him.

The mounting anxiety inside of you only seemed to grow more and more as he observed you.

“You have nice script.” he murmured as he sat down across from you. “And pen.” 

You smiled brightly at that as you handed him your pen. “A fountain pen I got at the one shop in Hogsmeade. The tourist attraction shop?” you explained to him. “The pens are absolutely beautiful.”

He took the pen and examined the tip for just a moment, humming and putting it back down on the table. “It works well.”

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. 

“What are you writing about?” he asked you curiously. 

You smiled brightly as you held your notebook up. It was your prized possession, the beauty that you carried around with you wherever you went. Anything from a full book to a poem about a singular leaf went into it, the spine cracking from the contents inside.

“It’s a thriller kind of thing. Four detectives teaming up to catch a killer.” you explained to him. “The killer has these delusion issues, I would say, that he uses to justify his killings.”

Theodore nodded attentively. “How does he kill people?”

“Uh, well—“ you said, hoping what you were about to say didn’t throw him off. “I guess it depends on the chapter. He tortures them in different ways, the only true connection is the religious elements in each crime. I was thinking of researching pigs as a disposal method though, since he grew up on a farm.”

“That could be the way to your first victim.” he said with a shrug.

You blinked at him. Once, twice in confusion, before shaking your head with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

“Well, pigs eat everything but teeth.” Theo said to you, looking over the menu like he wasn’t talking about body disposal methods. “And since they don’t, forensics can get a dental record. If there’s a pattern in his victims, that would help confirm the pool.” 

“Oh.” you said breathlessly. 

Never had you thought you would be charmed by a man talking about body disposal methods, yet here you sat. You supposed that was the charm of Theodore Nott.

“What are you gonna get?” he asked you curiously.

You looked down at the menu for a moment before picking the first image that you saw. A regular plate of spaghetti and meat sauce, though you planned to get extra meat sauce just in case it was dry.

The two of you chatted aimlessly after that. Smaller topics, like weather and memories from school. While you conversed about the different classes you had taken, he talked about the parties his friends had pulled. About the way he missed Quidditch and getting drunk without a care in the world.

Though, to no one’s surprise, the topic quickly drifted back to your book.

“How would you kill someone?” he asked you.

You hummed, a bite of spaghetti in your mouth as you thought about it. “I donMt really like cleaning up stuff, so maybe just a shot of air between their toes.” you said to him. “It would cause a heart attack.”

There was a small smile on his face. One that you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been staring at him attentively. “What?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” he said smoothly.

You blinked again before laughing this time. “Seriously? All because of my modus operandi?”

He shrugged simply, cutting through his steak like butter. “What can I say?” he said, winking at you before taking a bite. “I’m a man of simple desires.”

“That desire being women who kill.” you deadpanned. “What do you even do now to want that? For work?”

He shrugged again, this time a bit less enthusiastic. “I work in a butchery.”

“A butchery?” you laughed again.

He nodded and took another bite of his steak. “The meat’s fun to cut when it’s frozen.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes at him for what felt like the millionth time that night, though there was a smile that rose to your face just as quick. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love it.” he winked again.

And by God and everything holy, you did.

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i wanted to write about serial killer!theo and writer!reader's first meeting, bc i know for a fact that those two match each others freak. i also wanted to put a quick reminder that if you want anything specific about these two (or any of my other aus) you can always send in requests! thanks so much for reading!

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a killer's worry | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 874

summary: serial!killer theo worries that he might be a bad influence

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk

“My love,” Theodore called out to you from the kitchen—walking into your shared bedroom with a small, maroon red journal in his hands. “What is this?”

You looked up from your laptop to the journal that Theo was holding. “Uh—”  you murmured confusedly, eyes glancing at the bookmark brand that you only used for your writing journals. 

There was also a color-coded system to them too, with lighter colors representing lighter topics. Which meant that the blood red bookmark meant the book was not about lighter topics. 

“That’s just one of my writing journals.” you said to him. “I think it's a research one.”

“There’s quite a bit of research in here.” he said with a soft and quiet chuckle, sitting down on the bed with the closed journal in hand. “Are you positive that I’m the only killer here?”

You giggled softly and put your computer to the side, scooting closer to Theo as he flipped through the red notebook in his hand. Inside was a mix between words, diagrams—both printed and drawn—and random notes from different methods inside. There was a system of notes between getting rid of evidence as well, pictures of ways to dispose of bodies and rating each method. “It’s just a notebook.”

“You’re not—” he murmured quietly. “Do you want to kill people?” 

You chuckled to him. “No, no I don’t.” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he looked through the different methods. “I just need it for writing, that’s all.”

“You’re sure?” he asked you quietly.

“Yes, love.” You laughed and nodded again. “Why are you asking?”

Theo looked over at you with a small frown on his face—gripping onto the notebook in his hands with an expression on his face you couldn’t quite read. There was something about it though that put you on edge, if only a bit. “I don’t know, just something.”

“What’re you feeling?” you asked him.

He shrugged. “I just feel like I might be corrupting you, I guess.” he said quietly, looking over at you and kissing your forehead. “I don’t want you to go down the path that I have. Even if the people I kill are bad people, it’s not—”

“You’re forgetting about the fact that I’ve written about this stuff way before we met. Your actions are never going to be perfect, or even close to moral—” you chuckled quietly, kissing his cheek lovingly. “But I’ve got my own dark side as well.”

Theodore chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I suppose.”

“I thought you would be impressed with my work.” you murmured with a soft pout, wrapping yourself around him. “Some of them are inspired by you.”

He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“You know, the dissecting one?” you chuckled quietly to Theo, flipping to one of the more brutally drawn pages inside of the notebooks. “They’re inspired by you.”

He looked at you for a moment before laughing—putting the notebook down on the bed before pulling you into a hug. “You’re—” he whispered quietly to you, his lips meeting with your neck and collarbone. “You are absolutely amazing. The best thing that's ever happened to me.”

You giggled softly as his lips tickled your skin, your arms wrapping around him. “And you’re very silly.” 

“And I love you.” he murmured quietly. He sat up just a bit straighter and looked into your eyes—eyes that were piercing and usually cold as ice melting the moment that they landed on you. “I love you.”

You smiled softly and leaned into a soft kiss. “I love you too.”

“How is your writing going?” he asked quietly, watching as you grabbed your laptop again and began to explain your new plot.

“It’s going great!” you smiled brightly. “The detective is finally putting together the clues—I’m adding a dramatic red string scene—and I think that he’s going to confuse the killer for a moment before eventually catching on. They’re reviewing a strangulation case right now though.” you explained.

“You spelt ‘strangled’ wrong there.” he chuckled quietly.

You gasped dramatically at that. 

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! refound this old drabble and im not 100% sure i posted it - since my memory of this drabble is probably different than yours - so i decided to post it! i also wanted to put a quick reminder that if you want anything specific about these two (or any of my other aus) you can always send in requests! thanks so much for reading!

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writing advice ii | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 636

summary: writer!reader asks serial killer!theo for writing advice

tw: mentions/references to death

Theodore was working in the butcher shop today.

He loved the feeling of the shop. The knife in his hand as he slowly and methodically cut through the cuts. Or the cold burn that the walk-in freezer gave. He loved it almost as much as he loved killing.

He was focusing on the loin of the cow currently, slowly trimming off the New York strip steaks and cleaning off the tri-trip.

Then there was a buzz. And then another. And then a third.

He had to take off his gloves for a moment, washing his hands before checking why his phone was vibrating so much inside of his pocket.

He unlocked the phone and went to his messages with a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes at the way you blew up his phone.

YOU: i don’t know if this scene works out  YOU: it’s kind of annoying me, tbh  YOU: like why is writing torture so hard?

Theodore chuckled quietly at your messages—looking around to make sure nobody needed service before deciding to call you. “You doing okay?”

“I hate torturing my characters.” you said into the microphone. “Why is it so hard?”

Theo smiled softly at the sound of your voice, having fallen more and more in love with it over the months. He had asked you to date him almost six months ago—yes, he already had an anniversary present—and it had been the best time of his life. Your novel was coming along nicely, almost completely done except for a couple of scenes and the ending.

“Is your research not working?” he asked you teasingly, leaning on the front counter as he talked to you. 

You sighed and began to grumble about your work. “Everything’s behind a stupid paywall, I tell you.” you complained to him. “And I can’t just murder someone to test if this would work!”

He bit back a smirk at that. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Well, he’s gonna stab this guy.” you said—nails tapping against your keyboard. “A lot. I think he’s going to do a bit of, like, fileting I guess? I figure that’s how a butcher would put it.” 

“Why don’t you text me about it, and I’ll see what I can find in the library before I come home?” he asked you with a chuckle. “I’ll find something, love.”

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmured quietly into the phone. “Try working on another scene, okay? Maybe something more upbeat to change your mood.”

“Or I could make dinner!” you gasped out excitedly. “I have this new recipe I want to try.”

“That sounds delicious,” he said to you.

“It works.” he called out into the house, sighing contentedly at the smell of food radiating from the kitchen. “And your dinner smells delicious, my love.”

He could feel his body sag into himself from the warmth, almost as if it couldn’t take it anymore.

“Thank you!” you called out, walking over to him and kissing his nose before grimacing. “You smell funky.”

Theodore scoffed quietly. “How dare you.”

“You do!” you chuckled quietly. “Why do you smell so weird anyways?”

“Kirk dropped a cow cut that hadn’t been frozen yet, so blood spilt over the uniforms.” he explained to you. “I gotta wash it before I eat.”

“Oh, you can try the bubbly soap that I bought you now!” you smiled brightly at that—buying the excuse almost as soon as he spoke it and kissing his cheek lovingly. “Stew’s on the counter. I’ll probably still be writing —you said it works, right?”

“Like a charm,” he said. “Found a study for it.”

“Perfect!” you giggled before walking off. “I love you!”

Theodore sighed dreamily at you, watching you walk off and he walked over to the bathroom. “Love you too.”

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hii i just wanted to say im foaming at the mouth for more serial killer! theo. it was so well written and i can’t wait to see what else you’ve come up with ml !!!

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writing advice | theodore nott

serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 450

summary: writer!reader and serial killer!theo writing together

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as romantic talk

“God, I hate writing.” you groaned out loudly.

Theo looked up from the book that he was reading towards your frustrated face. Your eyebrows were furrowed so close together that they might’ve fused into one, eyes shooting darts into your manuscript while your hands pulled your hair out of its follicles.

The two of you had decided to go on weekly dates ever since your first, clicking so easily about darker topics that it was almost impossible to avoid each other. You felt addicted to each other. Theodore had even started seeing you during his work hours as well—you would coyly walk in and order two cuts of steaks with an innocent smile and battering of eyelashes. 

Said steaks were always cooked later that night, paired with potatoes and a glass of Italian wine. 

What you hadn’t come to realize was the fact that Theo’s true profession wasn’t the holiest of them all. He was a killer. And despite the fact that you were writing a crime novel, you hadn’t figured that out.

Which led him back to your writing.

“What’s wrong with writing?” he murmured quietly.

“I feel like there’s going to be an FBI agent that bangs down my door any second now,” you groaned out. “Because I keep on having to look up these ridiculous things for this ridiculous novel I can’t find anywhere. Like, how am I meant to know how long it would take for someone to die if you stabbed them between the guts?”

“Two to thirty minutes,” he answered you calmly. “It depends on more specific things like organ damage or access to medical care, obviously, but that’s a general range you can work with.”

You looked up at him with a soft sigh escaping your mouth—though Theodore wasn’t quite sure why just yet. “Really?” you asked him.

“Oh, yeah.” he chuckled quietly, looking up at the ceiling as he began to explain the process. “If you damage an artery or vein, it’s over immediately. But if you want your killer to torture them, he might want to stab somewhere near the intestines and leave them to get an infection. Especially if the knife used was messy as well—though they’re more likely to survive a dull knife than something like a serrated knife. Plus the depth matters too, and also the—”

“I think I’m in love with you.” you murmured quietly.

Theo looked over at you—eyes widening slightly before a small laugh escaped his throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you whispered quietly. “Keep going?”

He paused before laughing more fully at that, putting his book down and moving to sit down on the couch you were sitting on. “Okay, where do you want to start?”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i wanted to do a quick couple of drabbles just before i go out for the day, so have this and a couple more <3 thanks so much for reading!

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