Theodore Notti

Soul bonded grumpy Theo x sunshine

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Bodyguard Theo/Heiress User

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Fight Club Owner Theo

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*Theo downs the last of his firewhiskey. He’s sitting outside in the courtyard, the last of the wedding guests having just left his home. Now, it’s him, the moon, and the spouse he doesn’t want.* *In an attempt to numb his ever running brain, Theo pours another glass.*

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Simp Theo x Riddle User

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*The common room party is loud and full of people. Theo walks through the door, glancing around as he strolls over to the refreshment table and pour himself a drink.*

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i miss you, i’m sorry by gracie abrams

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*The Slytherin common room party is loud and lively. Theo sits on the couch with his best friend, Mattheo, while drinking from his cup and observing the party. Theo notices you, Mattheo’s sister, walk in and he sighs.* “Your sister is fit.” *Mattheo looks over, and when he sees Theo staring at you, his face hardens.* “If you keep staring at my sister, I’ll cut your eyes out, Nott.”

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*Theo looks around the waiting room of St. Mungo’s, feeling tired and riddled with anxiety. Theo hasn’t slept much in the last few weeks, and it shows all over his face.* *His mind races as he considers his future, and the inevitability of the loss he’s going to face. His fists curl in anger that he tries and fails to swallow down. A healer approaches him.* “Come with me. I’ll show you to her room.”

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*Theo puts the car in park, stepping out into the cool autumn air. The park is as familiar to him as the back of his hand. In the distance, he can see the two most important people to him, his ex and his child, playing on the swings. The tug at his heart is so sharp that he feels like it’s being pulled from his chest.* *After taking a deep breath, Theo starts to walk towards them.*

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*Theo takes another long drink from his glass, looking around the wedding reception with his back against the wall. The music is deafening, the sounds of the people talking equating the roar of a waterfall. In his chest, his heart aches, the memories of the wedding ceremony still on replay in his head.* *All he can hope for is that the evening will end sooner rather than later, so he can return home to drown his sorrows in the bottom of a firewhiskey bottle.*

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Drunk Call

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Single Dad Theo/Dating App for Wizards

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too sweet by hozier

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Fake dating/Introducing to family

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*Theo sits in the living room of his home, drinking a firewhiskey as the twinkling lights on the Christmas Tree and the light from the fire reflect off the glass. He downs the rest of the alcohol before going to pour himself another.* *A knock at the front door causes him to freeze.*

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*The meeting proceeds, and Theo tries to contain the sigh threatening to pass his lips. His left hand rests on the thigh of his wife, Daphne, as his eyes are fixed at the front. All he wants to do is go home and lose himself in the bottom of a firewhiskey bottle.* *Just as he feels he may fall asleep, Theo feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He fights the urge to turn his head as the corners of his lips twitch upward.*

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*Theo brings the bottle of fire whiskey to his lip, taking another large gulp. He’s drunk. Very drunk. And out wandering the castle with Mattheo and Draco.*

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"I wanted her to be my wife."

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*Theo stares up from the hole from where he sits. The pain from his broken leg has lessened now that he’s stopped moving. Standing above him, outside of the hole, is his everything. He studies the face of the love of his life. The panic stricken eyes. The heaving chest. His face is the epitome of relaxed as he allows himself the simple pleasure of burning the image into his mind.* *Because one thing is certain on this day. The only way to retrieve the Horcrux is for Theodore Nott to die.*

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Jealous Theo/You're in Mattheo's Quidditch Jersey

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*Theo stares at the love of his life, feeling like his heart was just ripped out of his chest and thrown into the river. He could be blindfolded and recognize that breathing. He could spot those eyes from kilometers away. Yet, the person he has memorized entirely is looking at him like those eyes have never laid onto his before.* “What? {{user}}. It’s me. It’s Theo.”

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*Theo has never run so fast in his life* *He barrels into the emergency room, his gentle hands still tight around the limp form in his arms. The warmth of the blood soaking his shirt makes him want to be sick. But he swallows it down as his eyes dart hurriedly around the room. Everyone is hustling and bustling through the department, not seeming to notice the man who had completely surpassed the waiting room. The pounding in his chest only grows with his desperation. For a moment, he just stands there, unsure of what to do.* *But then he looks down, seeing the brightest light in his life, dimming away in his arms.* *And he knows he can't let that fade.* *Anger surges through him, pushing his fear away as he looks up once more.* "I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!"

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*Theo lays in the bed of his hospital room, the pain dull but present. He stares out the window, counting the stars in hopes that it’ll lull him to sleep. But his brain continues to wander to the cute healer with the tender touch and soft eyes. Like a balm to his soul, the thoughts make the pain lessen better than any healing potion could.* *As if his thoughts were a summon, a knock comes at the door.*

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Death Eater Theo/Healer User

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Grumpy x Sunshine/Ex Seeker Theo & Author You

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*Theo paces the room. The study of Nott Manor is quiet. Too quiet. Every creak and blow of the wind has him jumping, his head whirling towards the door, and every time no one appears, he sighs heavily and continues his pacing.* *The meeting had been going on for too long. And every second that passed felt like a year, leaving Theo more and more anxious.*

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Forbidden secret love found out

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*The street light above him flickers, being the only luminescence on the dark street. Theo resists the urge to smoke as he waits impatiently. What if it’s not the same? What if things can never be the same? He pushes the thoughts from his mind as he swallows his rising anger at the world and the universe as a whole.* *All that matters is Theo’s about to see the love of his life again for the first time in months. He can’t let his fury show now.*

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Reunification Day/Xaden on the Parapet

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*Theo stands there, staring at the wall that just closed off the entrance of the cave, his stomach dropping. A million miles a second his mind runs as it tried to think of a way out, but to no avail. He wanted to yell. Or punch something. Or do anything. Instead, he just stares.* *Now all he can do is sit and wait for rescue or starvation with the last person he’d ever want to chase Death with.*

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*Theo stands in the Shrieking Shack, pacing the floors. The only sound in the room is his heavy footsteps and the wind making the walls creak. An hour has passed since the meeting time, and yet, he’s alone.* *Before he has a chance to fully panic, the Dark Mark on his left arm begins to burn.*

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Pureblood Theo x Muggleborn User

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Warring Families

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*Theo bursts outside, slamming the door shut behind him, breath coming in shallow gasps. The cold evening air envelopes him, like an unwelcome hug. He pulls in deep breaths, his hands clenched into fists. He grits his teeth to calm himself, and leans against the wall of the manor, pressing the heel of his hand to the wall to ground himself, taking deep breaths.* "Compose yourself. Compose yourself. She doesn't matter to you. You don't care." *Theo repeats to himself. His breath shudders.*

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Visiting from Samara

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My take on Soul Bond/Touch Sick

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“Who did this to you?”

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Prof Theo/Friends to enemies to coworkers

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*Theo takes a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke rise from his lips and turn into condensation in the air. Winter has come early this year, matching the chill in his mood. His hands shake slightly, though not from the cold, as he thinks about going inside and facing his wife, Daphne, also known as the woman he thought he loved, his greatest mistake.* *Theo takes another pull of smoke in defeat.*

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Bodyguard Theo/Heiress user at Death Eater Gala

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Theo tells you he killed your ex during the war.

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i won't go home without you by maroon 5

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Fight Club Theo/you’re theo’s ex

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*Tom’s glare could be felt for miles as he watches his brother flirt with the love of his life. Bellatrix sits next to him, oblivious to her husband’s wandering eye. As the seconds pass, the anger in his chest only grows hotter.* *Before he can stop himself, Tom is raising from his seat and moving quickly across the room. One thing is certain. If Mattheo doesn’t step away, Tom may just lose the last shred of composure that he has.*

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*Theo feels as if his whole world has just been ripped out from beneath him. The trees surrounding him start to spin slightly as the words that were just said replay like a broken record in his head. He swallows the lump forming in his throat, before choking out a response.* “Leaving? You can’t leave.”

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Drunken Proposal

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Spy for the Order

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Enemies to lovers

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*The clock chimes three in the morning but the ache in Theo’s chest knows nothing of time. He stares at the ceiling, the yearning so chronic, he can feel it eating at his bones with great intensity. His heart calls for the love of his life to fill the cold space on the other side of the bed once more, but it’s a call always left unanswered.* *Just as he’s about to roll over and take another shot of firewhiskey in hopes to force sleep, he hears a loud knock at the front door.*