hello, sphere........ i’m currently suffering in school rn as i am a graduating student (wow, college soon, holy shit, is this real?) so... there will probably like... definitely... no new fics until my finals are over (which is next week but like... i lowkhighkey need time to recover or whatever) 🤕 and when all my school projects are over...
do yiu guys think that wireface and the blinded man are like. speak no evil and see no evil references. who would be the hear no evil or am I bugging bad now
a quick message of gratitude! 💌 thank you for all the love on vernon x rockstar!reader, or catch you when i can. of all my work, it's the one i've seen the most referenced in 2024 wrappeds & the like, which i remain immensely humbled by. extra parts on this verse coming soon. ♡
A little interior design moodboard for Pizza — Everyone’s favourite chaos queen! Lots of warm, jewel tones, bold prints, and vintage decor creating a colourful intersection of kitsch and glam.
Thank you, @cranesandshipyards for letting me pick your brain to make this for your amazing oc!
cw: size kink, nsfw & 18+ content ahead, fem anatomy used, reader is a they/them aka gender neutral, sonar is in his bat form here btw.... sorry....
pairings: robert, sonar, royd x gn! afab! reader (ladies x reader vers soon...)
robert's hips were buried into yours while fucking you harshly onto the couch. old scars that lit up your eyes, as if begging for you to touch them as he continued ramming his tip inside you. his hazed brown eyes made you shrivel up; instinctively closing your legs, of course until he snaps them open-
"haaah, fuck... my angel... i'd do anything for you." he managed to utter under hushed breaths into your ear, still under the hypnotization of your sweet, sticky & tight cunt sucking the absolute fucking life out of him. "mine..." robert managed to choke out through the rivers of moans that left your lips.
your legs were snapped open by his own strong palms, parting them roughly whilst keeping up the hard hitting thrusts into you, echoing through your whole being. a toned v-line that he always claimed 'he never took care of' cause fuck he fucked you like a greek god.
"does my, hng, angel like the way i slam into them like the slut they are?" a smirk flares his face, his ravenous, and utterly quick pace into your hips had somehow quickened; murmuring your name like a prayer, he had been hitting the same spot that had your eyes rolling back for fucking hoooouurrssss...
"fffuck! nngh, y-you hah! don't have to... mmh!" you gasp before finishing your sentence, it was hard to concentrate when he had you basically bouncing on his cock while having your legs pressed up over your chest. your hands almost too weak to hold them up with just your fingers.
"l-look at your tight little cunt is taking me." a groan into your ear as he uses his thumb to spread your lips apart, swiping his digit up and down to get those intoxicating juices of yours on his tongue. the base of his cock clearly stained with a nice milky ring around his shaft that was covered in the same liquid.
heart form in his eyes at the way your pussy struggled to take him in, yet here you were... letting him fuck you like a whore. and he was in for it, fuck he was all for it!
"fuck, name... you're no fair, no fucking fair," he hisses out, bottom lip quivering when gazing down onto the beautiful scene of him being inside you. "y'turn me on so much, it hurts."
slowly bucking his hips again,
once.
twice.
thrice.
and we were back on regular programming, rough penetration into your entrance just like the hands that helped hold your thighs down onto you, gradually moving to your waist.
fingers rub over your clit, eyes sparkling with how your slit struggled to suck him in fully.
god he can never get enough of you, who knew the cute coworker who just happened to be a tinsy bit smaller than him could take a cock 10x bigger!
cw: sonar is in bat form for this :o
"f-―uuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck-" sonar's words were just as fast as his merciless thrusts that fly up and in your cunt like a slutty slip n' slide. "m'gonna... nngh! c-come again, 'nar, hah!" your hands claw terribly as the furry side of his back making him groan in return.
plap plap plap!
those are the only sounds you could hear in the very room you were in other than the terribly loud noises your best friend let out. "b-been wanting y-you since... hah! fuck! ever since we met...." he manages to bite out, breathy and needy, just like you are when you reply.
"mmmfuck! need you 'nar... need you b-bad―nnhhaa!" the angle, the moans, the pressure that already built itself up in your tummy all made the moment grow and progress even more. your legs were spread open whilst having a hard time dealing with the squeaky noises from the bed.
he loved the way you could barely process his questions, not when his monster cock kissed your inside, and peppered your gummy, tight walls with the ridges that adorned his beautiful monster cock. drool fell from your mouth as you struggled to hold onto his back, you could barely keep up even with your name.
you could barely even realize the first reason why he was turned on anyways; how cute your body tried to take his normal cock... so why not give you even more of a challenge with his real one!
"wahh... ugh- nnh―fuck! f-feels ahh... amaz―amazing-" your voice cracked as your moans frequented around the dazed, moisty air. "ohoh, fuck yeah! really? come on it, baby, please."
"need to see this tight cunt take it all." his arms laid you down into a better spot on the bed, your head now on a pillow as he flipped you over onto your stomach.
no warning, no price tag, he had a brutal pace downing your pussy in about seven swift movements he had your release starting to cover his cock (as if it wasn't already). your body snapping―shuddering as it continued to leave your body until it stopped.
"shit you're tight, y'know." ... "wanna go one more round?" "i wanna sleep sonar!"
your childhood friend royd was always bigger than you, but did you know that's a big part of why he saved himself for you?
because he knew only you could take it like a good slut!
"ahhn―rooooyyddd...." you cried out as he had your faced buried into a pillow, it had been his first time you gave him the green light to go raw for once, and god was he making use of it. his huge hand grasping into your hair, delicious, and sweet thrusts when he rolled his hips into yours.
you were sobbing slightly from how large it was when it was trying to enter your tight entrance. you know how hard he gets off the fact you absolutely got shadowed by him, you only worsened his attraction to you by one hundred times more the way you had your ass poised up in the air for him with him snug deep into you.
has he been working out more? was it just natural the way he could control your cunt suffocated around his cock. i mean, it was hard to believe you actually got it in generally, how much more if you got that over, and over, and over, and over again.
even as he started to kiss all over your skin... he couldn't hold himself back from kissing and licking down the curves around your spine. including your hips, thighs, everything.
"aye, you like it, yeah? like m'big cock, baby?" you were so aroused by his accent, it ached, made you ache whenever he spoke so sweetly to you.
pushing your hips to aid him in filling you up? were you trying to kill him with this pussy because you might succeed, other palm grasped dearly on your hip to ensure his thick, girthy cock continued to blow your back out.
"f-fuck, yo-you're good at this..." his eyes formed heart irises as he gazed onto your back, watching your ass bounce back onto him whilst thrusting up in your cunt. he was very much in love with your back and the way it helped him in you better with your arch.
"l-love you like 'eaven, peck- you're 'dorable..."
Summary: You’re just as confused as everyone else when your mortal enemy wakes up fully convinced that you’re the love of his life. (Spoiler alert: literally no one else was surprised)
It was cold and windy and wet as you stepped off the quidditch pitch, rain soaking you to your core. Thank Rowena you didn’t have to play an actual match in this weather. No, that honor went to the Slytherins and Gryffindors and you did not envy them at all, regular practice was enough for you.
As you make your way back to the locker rooms you see students and staff already beginning to fill the open stands and shake your head with pity. No amount of drying or warming charms were going to make it a comfortable match to sit through.
Just as you're about to turn into the locker rooms you feel yourself jerk back as a green robed shoulder slams past you, nearly knocking you off your feet.
“Watch it dolcezza,” a familiar voice slurs over the rain, condescension dripping from his words.
Despite your better judgement, you turn to find yourself facing none other than Theodore fucking Nott, broom in hand, and signature cocky smirk pasted across his face. God you hated that boy.
“Call me sweet again you pompous git,” you snap, glaring up at the Slytherin.
“Why waste my breath on you?” He retorts, matching your steely gaze, his lip curling up in a sneer.
You had never gotten along with Theodore. It was no secret among your classmates that the two of you hated each other. Despite being in many of the same NEWT level courses, sharing a love for quidditch, and both of you basically residing in the Hogwarts library, you simply could not tolerate one another’s presence.
It was strange perhaps, you’d done the analyzation yourself. By all accounts you two should probably be friends. But no amount of similarities or shared interests could make up for the fact that Theodore Nott was an insufferable, arrogant arse who only cared about maintaining his perfectly curated reputation.
"You're right Theodore, save a tree a bit of work why don't you. Rowena knows that tree is doing more for the world than you are," you reply coldly.
Theo opens his mouth to respond, but for maybe the first time ever, you see the boy falter, if only for a split second, before he's back to his usual stoic self. He scoffs.
"Just forget it, you're not worth it," he mutters under his breath, rolling those pretty blue eyes as he turns to go.
You shake your head at the boy, scoffing yourself.
"Yeah, do your best to forget me Nott, because I won't hesitate to forget you."
"Don't be mad."
"Just hear us out."
Oh dear god. As soon as you hear the combined voices of Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire, you know that you're about to be in for a ride. You look cautiously up at the pair from your seat in the library, on edge because wherever these two were, Theodore was sure to be nearby.
"He's not here if that's what you're worried about," Lorenzo offers with a nervous smile.
It's the kind of smile you would offer a skittish cat that you've cornered in hopes it doesn't bolt, and you had an unfortunate feeling that you were the cat in this scenario. Still you feel your shoulders relax a bit as the two carefully sit down at the table across from you.
"So uh. We heard about your, ah, little tiff, with Theo today," Lorenzo starts out awkwardly, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the castle at this moment.
"Bloody tosser never shuts up about you," Mattheo mutters so quietly you almost miss it.
You raise in eyebrow at the two boys in front of you, waiting for them to get to the point as Lorenzo gives Mattheo a sharp jab to the ribcage.
"Anyway," Lorenzo continues a bit too loudly, "There was a bit of an incident at the quidditch match today."
"Yeah, Slytherin lost. Again. I heard," you cut in, trying to wrap this up.
"Okay, ouch," Mattheo mutters once more, earning a glare from both you and Lorenzo.
"Did you also happen to hear that Theo was knocked of his broom?" Lorenzo asks.
Oh shit. As much as you couldn't stand Theodore, it's not as if you wanted the boy to get hurt. And you knew from personal experience, any quidditch injury should be taken rather seriously. But then, why were Theodore's two best friends sitting here in the library with you and not in the hospital wing with him?
You narrow your eyes at the boys across from you.
"So what does this all have to do with me? Nothing good could possibly come of you two starting the conversation with 'don't be mad' and 'just hear us out'."
Lorenzo fidgets nervously, shifting in his seat and Mattheo refuses to make eye contact with you. You truly had never seen the ever stone cold Slytherin boys look so wildly uncomfortable before.
"He got knocked out and when he woke up he was convinced the two of you are madly in love," Lorenzo rushes out, flinching back as if waiting for you to yell at him.
"And now the smitten tosser is requesting the presence of his beloved. He's really torn up about it too," Mattheo adds looking the most serious he’d been, probably ever.
But you were having none of it.
"Alright, hahaha, you almost had me there, you two actually sounded pretty sincere for a bit, but seriously it's not funny anymore. There's simply no reality where Theodore is in love with me, that's disgusting and I'm not stupid."
Mattheo and Lorenzo glance at each other with knowing looks before sighing in unison.
"On Salazar's good name, we are not lying or joking about this," Mattheo says solemly.
"And we didn't want to involve you in this whole thing anyway. We know about how well you and Theo get along. It's just that Madam Pomfrey is concerned that, until she's able to brew something to get Theo's head back on right, any world crushing stress or shock might have lasting, long-term psychological effects or what have you," Lorenzo finishes, emphasizing his last point rather strongly.
You continue to stare at the two boys in front of you as if their heads had been replaced by hippogriffs, slowly understanding what they were asking of you.
“Oh absolutely not. There’s literally no way. I’m not going up there.”
You hated the smell of the hospital wing. It was far too... sterile. Unnervingly so. The last hour of your life had been a blur and frankly you still weren't entirely sure how Lorenzo and Mattheo had managed to wrangle you all the way up to the hospital wing, but here you were.
As you make your way to the large double doors that lead into the infirmary, you send one last pointed glare to the pair of Slytherins behind you before turning, steeling yourself as you prepare for the worst.
The first thing you notice when you enter the brightly lit room is how strangely peaceful it is. As you quietly approach the rows of narrow hospital beds, the second thing you notice is how normal Theodore looks lying there asleep. There's no snarling lips, raised eyebrows, or biting words, it's just Theo. Tilting your head a bit, you're able to really admire the boy for the first time, not worrying about what insult he's going to throw at you next. He actually was rather attractive, you could see why so many of your classmates practically threw themselves at his feet. Maybe you would too if he weren't such an insufferable prat.
Just as you’re about to finally feel a bit more at ease, Theodore has to go and ruin it, because of course he does, by shifting a bit in his bed, eyes fluttering before settling softly on you.
“Morning dolcezza, finally come to see me hm?” he asks, lips curling up into a sickeningly sweet smile. You can see the adoration in his eyes as he looks up at you.
It should’ve been a sweet moment. Something straight out of a romance movie perhaps, but all you could hear was the way he had snarled ‘dolcezza’ at you earlier that day. Nothing but hatred and malice on his face. Not, this. Whatever it was.
“Please don’t call me that,” you blurt out, your body subconsciously stiffening, ready for whatever Theodore was about to throw back at you.
Instead though, he looks hurt. A frown flickers across his face making him look like a kicked puppy and you instantly feel a wave of guilt crash over you.
What the hell had happened out on that quidditch pitch.
Before the situation could get any more uncomfortable than it already was, Madame Pomfrey saves the day as she comes whisking into the hospital wing to check up on her charge.
“Hello dearie, you must be the one Mr. Nott has been going on about all evening,” she says with a knowing glance as she gives Theodore a quick inspection. “Now it’s been my understanding that Mr. Nott hasn’t quite been, well, himself since he woke up. Unfortunately, the specific brew that’s needed for these kinds of things takes a full moon cycle to whip up. Until then...”
You stare at the witch in horror. The idea of being stuck with Theodore for the next month made you want to vomit.
“I feel fine,” Theodore protests, shoving himself into a sitting position and reaching out to clasp onto your hand.
It takes everything in you to not recoil away and you shoot a look at Madam Pomfrey, hoping she’d speak some reason into the boy.
“Well, if you’re sure,” she says instead, “Mr. Nott is clear to go, but do come back if you start feeling dizzy again, I simply won’t have another student fainting in the corridors.”
With that, she ushers Theodore up and out of bed before shooing the both of you out of the hospital wing.
Once the metal doors clang shut behind you, you feel Theodore reach out, grabbing your hand once more.
“Let me walk you to your common room then?” He asks, giving your hand a light squeeze, already tugging you in the direction of Ravenclaw tower.
Resistance seemed futile at this point, so you let the boy drag you along doing your best to avoid conversation and eye contact. You receive several very bewildered stares as you pass your classmates in the hallway, but thankfully no one says anything. Not to your face anyway.
When you finally arrive at your common room door, even the golden eagle mounted to the door looks baffled by your choice of Slytherin companion.
Before you can pull away, Theo presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and you jerk away from him.
“Um, I’ll see you tomorrow carissima,” he murmurs, eyebrows furrowed a bit before he turns and disappears down the corridor.
The first week with Theodore glued to your side is, for lack of better words, literal hell. The next morning on your way down to the great hall for breakfast you simply want to melt into the floor in horror when you find Theodore waiting outside your common room door, garnering a good number of whispers and stares from your fellow housemates.
He takes hold of your hand once again and you begrudgingly follow, silently cursing the brunette boy and the rest of his bloodline.
“Have you finished the charms essay Flitwick assigned last week?” Theodore asks as you stroll through the corridor.
You want to burst out laughing at how comically mundane the question was given the absurdity of the whole situation, but you do your best to keep it together.
“Not quite, just have to wrap up the last few lines I think,” you reply, trying to keep it short.
“We can finish up in the library together tonight then,” Theodore decides.
You open your mouth to protest, but close it just as fast. If you were going to be stuck with this tosser, you might as well extort him you think begrudgingly to yourself.
You can feel several pairs of eyes on you as you sit down next to Theodore at the Slytherin table. Your blue robes stick out like a sore thumb making you rather self conscious. Still, his friends all greet you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to have you sitting with them and you feel like you’ve entered the twilight zone.
As the rest of the week goes by, it’s all more of the same. Trying to hold back a grimace every time Theodore takes your hand or kisses your forehead good night, pretending you weren’t completely weirded out by the way his friends had so easily adapted you into their little group, ignoring the whispers and side eyes from other students.
Objectively speaking, this could be much worse. Theodore was actually rather tolerable to be around when you weren’t throwing insults back and forth. The real issue was that every time you thought to yourself that Theodore Nott might not be all bad, you’d get a sudden flashback of him and his friends picking on some innocent first or second year, or playing a particularly foul game of quidditch, or the time they’d hexed poor Hermione Granger’s teeth to keep on growing like a beaver's and you’d feel sick to your stomach.
You really didn’t think your hatred for Theodore was all that misplaced. When it came down to it, he and his friends could be down right bullies and you loathed the way they acted as if they were above others. Even now when it came down to it, your whole part in this little cooked up scheme was to protect Theodore’s ego.
It's in the second week that your perception on things begins to crack. You'd been spending a lot of time with Theodore and his friends and, you didn't really know what you had expected, but, it wasn't this.
It was the first time you'd ever been in the Slytherin common room. All dark and cold and dreary. Nothing like Ravenclaw tower, but they were on two opposite ends of the spectrum you supposed. You were sat next to Theodore, buried in your book, one that he had given you, and trying to ignore everything going on around you when a group of first year Slytherins come stumbling into the dungeons, huddled around a young boy who's skin was an alarming shade of electric purple.
You're not prepared for the way the students around you jump into action. Daphne Greengrass is by the boy's side in moments, wiping tears from his cheek as Lorenzo and Pansy interrogate some of the other's as to what had happened.
It had been some second year Gryffindors, one girl said her lower lip trembling. Apparently they had gotten their hands on some of the Weasley twins' underground candies and tricked the poor boy into eating a few.
You watch silently as Draco and Blaise examine the boy before ushering him off to their dormitory, confidently telling him a cure would be easy enough to brew.
In all the commotion, you don't notice Mattheo and Marcus Flint sneaking off to go find a certain group of young lions. But Theodore does.
"Better go make sure they don't take things too far," he sighs, rising from his place next to you and giving your hand a squeeze before following the other boys out of the dungeon. You don't even have time to protest.
You're about to just return to your common room and call it a night when Daphne finds her way over to you, having calmed down most of the shaken up first years, and sits down next to you.
"Sorry you had to see all that," she sighs looking tired and worn down.
"I didn't realize you all were so close," you state, gesturing to some of the older students who had seemingly taken some of the younger ones under their wing now.
"We have to be. If we aren't on our own side, who else will be?" she replies.
When she's met with silence she gives you a tight lipped smile before turning, ready to go.
"So when Theodore and Mattheo get into fights, is it always because—?" You let your words trail off, not really sure where you were taking this and Daphne turns to face you once more.
"Honestly? No. Sometimes they can just be massive pricks. They usually make up for it though." Daphne says as you nod your head in response. "We really do appreciate what you're doing for Theo," she says, switching topics. "I know you don't exactly see eye to eye, and honestly I can't blame you. I know how the boys can be. But between you and me, I've always suspected that he actually liked you, at least a little bit. Maybe this knock to the head got him to finally come to his senses," she laughs.
"I don't know about that. I'm pretty certain once Madam Pomfrey whips up that potion, he'll be right back where we left off," you reply, adding in your own nervous laughter.
"You're only saying that because you don't know what he was really like before. You don't have to believe me, but if you really gave him a chance- you never know."
"Maybe, but I'm pretty sure about this."
Daphne shrugs her shoulders.
"Suit yourself, but um, if you wouldn't mind, maybe don't go spreading this whole incident around the school? We try to keep these kinds of things, discreet. Don't want the other houses to see us sweat and all."
You take a good look at the girl beside you and then at the room full of Slytherin students around you, realizing for the first time that it really did seem as if they had the whole school against them.
"No, of course not. I didn't see a thing," you tell her.
Daphne gives you a grateful smile as she rises to leave.
"He'll be back in a bit. Probably be glad to see you still here," she says before disappearing to her own dormitory.
It's not long before Theodore finally returns, his face lighting up when he spots you still tucked cozily away in your corner, nose buried in the pages of your book.
Theo was very confused to say the least. It had been almost three weeks since he'd been knocked off his broom in that match against the Gryffindors, and things just felt, off. Truth be told, he couldn't really seem to remember much of anything since before the fall. Not clearly at least. It was all fuzzy shadows and warped conversation, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of it all.
The only thing he was really certain about, was you. He remembered dreaming about you while he was asleep in the hospital wing, and how angry you had been that day before his match, though he couldn't quite place why. He had worried that that was why you weren't there when he woke up, maybe you were mad at him.
But then the next time he opened his eyes you were there, gazing down at him, and everything had just felt right. Your hand had slotted perfectly with his and he was sure that, out of everyone, you were the person he could trust the most.
So why did you look like you were in pain every time he approached? Why did you flinch away whenever his lips brushed the top of your head? Why did it feel as if you were holding him at an arms length?
All this swirled around in Theo's mind as he sat on the library sofa next to you, watching the warm glow of the fireplace dance across your face.
"Have I done something to make you upset carissima?" Theo asks, the words leaving his mouth before he can stop them.
You look up at him, startled by the abrupt question as you snap your book shut.
"No, why do you ask?"
Theo watches you turn your body to face him now, tilting your head as he furrows his eyebrows, trying to put the words together.
"I just, remember things being different, I think," he replies, hating how his brain wasn't letting him form cohesive thoughts.
"Oh?" You look surprised at his statement, eyes darting away from him and Theo can tell he's onto something.
"Was it before the match? Before I fell? Were we fighting about something carissima?" He asks again.
It's obvious you're thinking hard about what to say as Theo reaches out to take your hands in his. For once you don't flinch away from his touch, instead just staring at your intertwined fingers.
"It was something like that," you mumble as Theo rubs careful circles around your knuckles.
“I don’t think I remember a lot very clearly. It’s frustrating sometimes,” Theo admits. “But I remember you.”
“Yeah? What do you remember about me?”
“I remember how you always say hello to the painting outside of the charms classroom. And how you like to sneak snacks into astronomy. I remember the time in third year when we were flying on the quidditch pitch and you were about to get hit by a bludger so I had to move you out of the way.”
You blink at the last memory Theodore shares. You knew what he was talking about, but that’s not how you remembered it. You had been flying yes, when Theodore had come out of nowhere, shoving you while in the sky and then turning, laughing while calling you an idiot. You’d never even seen the bludger.
“I remember kissing you under the bleachers, and holding you by the fireplace. I remember you telling me you loved me.”
And that's where he lost you. Those memories, you didn't know where they came from, but for Theo, they were real. And who knew he was such a sap? You'd never thought the boy was even capable of having emotions.
"Can we start over? I don't remember why you were upset. But I'm sorry. I just want what little memory I have to go back to normal."
Theo watches as you let out a deep sigh. Every word out of Theodore’s mouth was like a punch to the gut, absolutely devastating any sort of resolve you had still been holding.
“Sure Theodore.”
“Just Theo,” he corrects as he pulls you into his arms, tucking your head snuggly under his chin.
The last week you have with Theo, or at least with this version of him, you spend trying not to get too attached. You'd grown rather used to having the boy appear by your side to carry your books or to sneak snacks into the library for you when you'd spent the last several hours putting the final touches on your ancient runes essay. You didn't even mind having to constantly tell him and Mattheo to quiet down anymore.
As it turned out, Daphne had been right about one thing. Theodore and his friends could absolutely be obnoxious, arrogant, pompous pricks, but they did have their ways of charming their way back into your favor. The little parasites. They'd grown on you.
You knew that Madam Pomfrey had finished brewing the elixir before Mattheo could open his mouth just by the guilty expressions on his and Lorenzo's faces when they walked into the Slytherin common room. You'd been frequenting the dungeons a lot more recently, but it looked like that was about to come to an end.
"It's ready then?" you ask, tucking your book away as your hand falls to rest on Theo's arm.
Mattheo just nods his head as you all turn to look at Theo who's still focused on his own book.
"Hey. Madam Pomfrey says she wants to give you one last check. Just to make sure your head is on straight," Mattheo says, thumping Theo on the shoulder.
"Why? I feel fine," Theo replies, an air of annoyance laced in his voice as he's torn away from his book.
"Don't know mate. Just humor the old bat," Enzo sighs.
Theo rolls his eyes before reluctantly rising from the couch, offering you a hand up as well.
"Coming along carissima?" he asks, already reaching out for your hand, but you dodge away.
"I think I'm going to head back up to Ravenclaw tower actually. It's getting pretty late," you reply, feigning a small yawn.
As you exit the dungeons, Enzo catches you by the arm.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with? We don't know for sure that he'll, ya know, go back."
"It's fine Lorenzo. I just- I really can't be up there. We all knew this wasn't a real, permanent thing. I just want to finish my book," you reply, backing away. "I hope Theodore feels more himself, I guess."
You can see Lorenzo's face visibly shift as you revert back to Theodore's full name, his whole demeanor stiffening.
"Right well. Have a night y/n."
And then he's gone.
When you finally make it all the way back to your tower, you collapse onto one of the sofas overlooking the castle grounds, eager to distract yourself by diving back into you book.
"Just come back from the dungeons?" the voice of Marietta Edgecombe asks, dragging your attention away from your novel.
You nod your head, hoping your short answer would encourage the girl to move on quickly.
"I called that one so early on. I've been telling Cho for years, those two are going to end up together, I just know it. And I was right!" she says gleefully, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before flouncing off.
“You came,” Theodore’s voice rings out from his spot on one of the stone benches that lined the walls of the astronomy tower.
“I did,” you reply carefully, watching as he leans back inviting you forward.
It had been almost two weeks since the antidote had been brewed and Theodore looked like he hadn’t slept at all in that time frame. You’d spent that time avoiding him, and all the Slytherins really.
You were confused and you hadn't known what to expect when Theodore came back down from the hospital wing. It had been a strange past month, and now you weren't sure where it left the two of you. What did he remember? Did he care?
You take slow steps forward, Theodore’s eyes never leaving yours until you’re standing directly in front of him. He continues to just stare at you, the silence becoming deafening.
“What do you want, Theodore?” You ask finally, growing frustrated as you let out an agitated sigh.
“Just to talk, dolcezza,” he replies lazily, patting the spot on the bench beside him.
“Don’t call me that,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but taking a seat anyway.
“Don’t call me Theodore,” he shoots back.
You feel your eyebrows raise.
“So you remember then?” You ask.
“I remember. Everything from the past month. And before.”
There’s another pause, less uncomfortable this time though as you both consider his words.
“So why am I here Theo?”
“Cause I can’t keep you out of my head mostly,” he replies, rather resigned to the fact.
“Have you tried?”
Theo gives you an exasperated look.
“Obviously. If I could, I’d just loose feelings for you, but it’s not exactly easy to fall out of love with someone you’ve been holding onto for so long. What do you think I’ve been doing for the last two weeks?” He grumbles stubbornly.
"What do you mean 'holding onto for so long'?" you ask, giving the boy a puzzled look. You'd hardly call a month a long time.
Theo just looks at you again as if silently willing you to simply read his mind. Unfortunately for him, that's not how osmosis works. With another long, drawn out sigh, Theo rests his elbows on his knees letting his head fall into his hands as he mumbles incoherently into his palms.
"Huh?"
He mumbles something again, louder this time. You squint at the boy, trying to make something out.
"If you're trying to confess your undying love for me, you're doing an awful job," you tell him.
This gets Theo to glare up at you, a pout almost visible on his lips. Oh how the mighty fall.
"I've liked you for years," he mutters, his chin resting in his palms now as he refuses to look at you. Pride really was a strange thing.
"Well, you've been truly terrible at showing it, you insufferable prat," you say, giving his shoulder a light shove.
Theo just let's out a grunt, watching your hand on the bench next to him from the corner of his eye. Dear Rowena, you had no idea how you'd ended up falling for this prick.
"But, I suppose you've been, significantly less insufferable this last month or so," you finish, carefully resting your head on his shoulder.
"If you're trying to say you like me too, you're doing an awful job," Theo responds, causing you to immediately tear yourself away from the boy once more.
A smile finally cracks Theo's lips as he smirks playfully up at your deadpan reaction.
"I take it back. I actually hate you. You are the worst."
"Aw, come on now carissima, did the last month mean nothing to you?" Theo asks, pulling you back into him, the same way he did that one night in the library.
"It meant literally nothing. You were being weirdly nice and clingy the whole time," you reply, begrudgingly feeling yourself melt into him.
It wasn't your fault you'd been going through withdrawals the last two weeks, okay? Theo's chest shakes with laughter against your head.
"Contrary to popular belief, I can be somewhat tolerable sometimes."
"Then why the fuck have you spent the last several years being such a prick? It was just pushing me away you know."
"That was kind of the point," Theo says, making you scoff. "Love is weakness and all."
God, the emotional whiplash was going to make you sick.
"Well, which one is the real you?"
"Can't it be both?"
"Not if you want me to put up with your sorry arse."
Theo lets out another quiet laugh.
"Well, you might have to learn to love both sides, because I do fear you're stuck with me," Theo responds, pulling you closer to his chest. "Now come here you little minx."
Before you can protest, Theo's hand has found your chin, tilting your head up just enough for him to capture your lips with his own. It's soft, hesitant at first, as if he's not sure if you'll pull away or not. But your hand finds its way into his hair, pulling him closer still as you move your lips against his, nipping, teasing. You can feel the smile grow on Theo's face as he deepens the kiss, his other hand finding it's way to rest on your thigh.
When you finally pull away, you can still feel his warm breath on your face as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"For the record, I still hate you," you say, still slightly out of breath, a teasing smile playing across your lips.
"I'm sure you do carissima. I hate you too," Theo replies before engulfing you in his arms once more.
Lily went in for surgery yesterday early AM (not like anything bad or for an emergency, this has been in the works for awhile so no worries there!). Everything went great and she's resting now here at home, though Ivy is probably the most thrown off out of all of us because her cuddle buddy is out of commission for the time being. Couldn't risk her jumping up on Lily afterwards so I made a bed on the couch in the game room for her and that way I can shut the door to keep Ivy out. I've been trying to make sure she still gets plenty of playtime and love while her mom is recovering, though she still puts up a little fuss when we're both blocked off from her. All in all, I'm just glad things have been going as well as they have so far. Lily's pain has been manageable and she had her usual sense of humor back not even an hour after coming home. I've managed to make a comfortable makeshift bed on the floor next to the couch so that I could be close by in case she needs anything in the night, Lily's managed to find a way to enjoy bland saltines as a snack in the short term, so together we're gonna keep pushing forward one day at a time!
