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Boreo Fanfic Recs

Here are my favorite boreo fics, I will be updating this as I read more. Enjoy!

(last updated on 12/05/23)

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sunday morning (and i'm falling) by thenewgothicromance

post-canon

(11,424 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

“How long will he be staying with you?” Mrs. Barbour asks him one evening, when he mentions that Boris will be picking him up after dinner.

“I’m not sure,” he tells her, keeping the details, as always surrounding Boris, as vague as possible. “Just until he figures something else out.”

Mrs. Barbour clicks her tongue at him.

“You have such a kind heart, Theo. Be careful you don’t let him take advantage of you.”

you are my sweetest downfall. by punkrockdog

post-canon

(22,530 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.

If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.

a symphony of love in several movements. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(29,364 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

It reminded him of the version of Musée Rodin’s The Kiss that sat in the Tate’s collection, pockmarked and scarred from sitting in a parlour among soldiers during the war, but still standing as a testament to the carnal desires of two lovers. Twisted around each other, hands on the bed between them, their positions almost exactly mirrored that of the sculpture. The thought that together they could be a work of art pushed Theo forward.

Alternatively titled: Theo Decker needs to get his shit together.

the red sun by thefinnkinnie (orphan_account)

vegas era

(2,705 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

Theo slid his tongue across his lower lip, considering the choice. Sober, he would be safe. These thoughts in his head, about Boris, about feeling for the first time since the museum, they would disappear, tucked away in some fold of his mind, and Theo could sink back into his soft non-existence. He was nearly there anyways, close enough he could taste the gray on his tongue like cotton balls. It would be so easy.

And yet.

something in a major key by boxedblondes

post-canon

(7,454 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Why the fuck is it so busy?” Boris asks some hours later, twinkling lights a messy rainbow swirl around them, late December cold starting to eat a hole through Theo’s less-than-ideal camel’s-hair coat.

“It’s four days until Christmas, you idiot,” Theo says. “You should have had your weird holiday epiphany like a month ago.”

sound formed in a vacuum may seem a waste of time (it’s always been just the same) by theparadigmshifts

post-canon

(3,750 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

The year after Amsterdam, Theo follows his conscience; Boris follows Theo.

Neptune by pavlikovskyslittlebird

post-canon

(40,202 words | Mature | Chapters: 14/14)

Post Amsterdam, canon divergent, book and movie references.

Theo tries to figure things out while buying back the changelings.

"I must be a poster child prodigy

Thread by thread I come apart

If brokenness is a work of art

Surely this must be my masterpiece

I'm only honest when it rains

If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth

I wanna tell you but I don't know how

I'm only honest when it rains

An open book, with a torn out page

And my inks run out

I wanna love you but I don't know how"

Neptune-Sleeping at Last

Selling a Fake by argylemikewheeler

post-canon

(35,522 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

Theo didn’t fly home right away; he stayed in Antwerp and together, he and Boris flew back to New York. They start over, two troubled teenagers all over again. They’ve replaced scorching Vegas summers with chilling New York winters. It was never about the place anyway.

They’re together-- they’re something-- but Theo still struggles to be open to strangers passing by.

(PLUS an extended part two/epilogue to give us more comforting boyfriends and less internalized homophobia for Theo!)

overlap by rosekings

Antwrep

(12,886 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Promise me you’ll come. Eventually. Just…come see me. Sit still with me for a while.” He holds back everything else he wants to say. Get a place with me. Run the shop with me. Laugh and make dinner with me. Let me wake up next to you every morning and not have to worry if I’m never going to see you again.

“I promise.” Boris says it like it was already obvious, something that didn’t even need to be said. “Of course I promise.”

You're coming back and it's the end of the world by BalalaikaPattycake

post-canon

(89,940 words | Mature | Chapters: 17/17)

We spent hours joking and laughing at the bar over a bottle of vodka, our heads together, just like we had done as boys. Trying to convince myself that the only reason I was holding my hand on his shoulder, giggling in his ear, my face mere inches away from his, was because otherwise he wouldn't hear me over the music, even though he was the one doing most of the talking. I had been drinking considerably less than normal over the past few months, so it didn't take me long to start feeling disoriented and weirdly courageous, the mass of people around me blending into each other, becoming unidentifiable like droplets of water in an ocean, with only Boris standing out as a steady beacon of light.

Set after the book ends, Theo and Boris meet again after a year and half.

And Nothing Has Changed by WhyDoesEverythingHappenSoMuch

Amsterdam

(8,361 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

“Potter, maybe you have one more drink and then try and tell me you are ‘not in the mood.” He raised a hand again, but before the waitress saw, I grabbed him by the leather-clad forearm and pulled his hand back down.

“Boris, I'm engaged.” I tried again in vain to make him understand the significance of that.

“Sure, but you are here with me, drinking with me, and you are going to get to know some very good girls with me.” I hadn’t realized, but somehow his fingers had ended up laced with mine.

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Boris and Theo's first night in Amsterdam they wind up in a bar and Boris can't seem to get off the topic of how unfair it is that Kitsey is cheating. Boris thinks Theo should have his own extramarital fun too.

To quote Donna Tartt, "matters progress"

to remember your mouth, how it tasted true by nosecoffee

post-canon

(6,422 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

(i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you)

Theo got it into his head that the cigarettes would start the chain reaction that would send them to early graves if they weren’t careful, all spouted into the darkness of Welty’s room, while Boris perched on the windowsill.

And yet, he had grinned and put out his cigarette on the ashtray there, and said, “Then of course I will stop.”

Which was so lovely at the time. It was significantly less lovely when he found Boris smoking in the bathroom three days later.

Repression is just a Love Language Best Ignored (Looking at you, Decker) by Lemonyfreshness

post-canon

(92,031 words | Mature | Chapters: 16/16)

It's a year after "The Incident," as what Theodore Decker liked to call it, that one strange turn of events in which his childhood best friend had come to reconvene and it had been interesting to say the least...But now he was back in the real world. And broke. And high out of his mind. And depressed as ever. Theodore Decker isn't one to naturally listen to reason but maybe he will when once again his morally-grey best friend with attachment issues comes back to save the day. Or at least try in his own way. Wish him luck.

Find Other Muses by deadspy

post-canon

(38,844 words | Explicit | Chapters: 6/6)

Theo folds and unfolds the old postcard from Boris. GREETINGS FROM KANSAS! it reads, same as it always has, but now it just feels like a taunt.

Ten years after Amsterdam, Theo and Boris find themselves, and each other, in the most unlikely of places.

philophobia. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(36,292 words | Mature | Chapters: 11/11)

philophobia [ fil-uh-foh-bee-uh ]:

(n.) (from Greek "φιλέω-φιλώ" (love) and "φοβία" (phobia)) the fear of falling in love or being in love. The risk is usually when a person has confronted any emotional turmoil relating to love. This affects the quality of life and pushes a person away from commitment. A negative aspect of this fear of being in love or falling in love is that it keeps a person in solitude. It represents certain guilt and frustration towards the reaction coming from inside.

Theo knows what the problem is, but that doesn't mean that he's going to do anything about it.

Little Bird by redborya

Amsterdam

(19,376 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 6/6)

With The Goldfinch retrieved (and returned) Theodore Decker is left in Amsterdam wondering where to go and what to do from there. It seems simple enough at first. Return to New York, marry Kistey, and continue on his life as he had before. Boris, however, suggests the complete opposite.

The Before, After, and Forever by makkachincrossing

post-canon

(13,893 words | Explicit | Chapters: 4/4)

“The attack at The Met… That wasn’t the first explosion it had survived.”

“No?”

“No, a gunpowder factory exploded nearby Fabritius’ studio, killing him and destroying nearly all of his paintings,” I took a breath, unsteady. “But The Goldfinch… The Goldfinch survived.”

A hand on my shoulder. Long fingers, a firm squeeze, grounding me to earth. “You survived too, Potter.”

I looked to him, eyes aching behind my glasses.

“Life exploding around you. You survived. You, too, are Goldfinch.”

corrina, corrina by curlymcclain

(12,821 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

canon-divergence, boris follows theo to new york

Seeing him here, in New York, surrounded by the deep browns and golds of Hobart and Blackwell, is so alien to me I have to repress the urge to pinch myself like a child would after a dream. It looks incorrect, him standing here. Like someone has taken a pair of scissors to my memories of him, cut him out of his rightful place on the abandoned playground, and pasted him sloppily into a corner of my life where he doesn’t belong. Has it only been a few weeks? It feels like ages longer, like it’s been a decade, like we’re different people trying to see what exactly we liked about each other so much way back when.

But then he says it again- “Potter.”- and that feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived.

“You came,” I say dumbly.

He gives a cheery smirk that I don’t believe. “Promised I would.”

fragile (that much he could admit) by successsionhbo

(12,592 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Theo has been having nightmares after his trip to antwerp. Boris comes for a visit

heaven help the fool by BucketofWater

(12,140 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

vegas era + post-canon, soulmate AU

He knew why. He wished that he did not but deep down he knew. They both did, at one point or another. Maybe not in words, but it was between them all the same. The way that they knew that the sky was blue and how the sun-warmed sand burned like fire. Theo loved Boris and perhaps, although he was a fool to believe it, maybe Boris loved him a little bit too.

Alternatively: the soulmate au in which every significant person in your life leaves a smudge of colour on you.

I've got the story of us written (on my skin) by Thegoldenfnch (I_write_fanfiction_sometimes)

(18,017 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

all eras, soulmates AU

My mother didn’t like to talk about the marks. I still don’t know if it’s because hers had all failed her (her first love didn’t love her back, her life-friend died, and her Life Partner, well, Dad didn’t believe in soulmates) or if it was for some other unknown reason. Maybe she just couldn’t answer the questions I’d asked, like why mine were all the same. After I was around eight I stopped asking, and by the time I was ten I’d stopped telling people. They never seem to know what to say. It was only when I got older —after my mother died, but before my dad came back— that I realized why. People never know how to react to what they view as a tragedy.

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or: No one talks about soulmarks, Theo is in denial about many things (as he usually is), and Boris never says the things that actually matter

A retelling. Now with soulmarks.

a study in inevitability by EdieFalcoRising

(14,523 words | Explicit | Series - 3 works)

post-canon

One time Theo leaves, one time Boris leaves, and the one time they make it work.

And twice more our paths crossed through the night by liminalweirdo

(2,506 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

Antwrep

Takes place immediately after the end of the novel, in Boris's flat in Antwerp. Theo muses on the things they did as teenagers, and the tension between them finally reaches its breaking point. Almost.

I'm not living/I'm just killing time by lolneptune

(19,359 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

post-canon

Of course he had seen the journals. Pages and pages of rambling accounts, an encyclopedia. How could I have hidden it from the one living person who knew me?

So cruelly you kissed me by foundmywei

(4,096 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

The biggest problem with the two of us had never been whether or not we knew that we loved each other, but rather whether or not we would choose to be with one another.

Even after Boris and Theo start sleeping with each other, they struggle with talking about what they are and their feelings. Well, until an incident of jealousy forces them to.

a spring memorandum by yowler

(42,706 words | Mature | Chapters: 4/4)

WWII AU

In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request; for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.

“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”

(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)

the letter in the drawer by shamefulshameless

(4,136 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Before he left Amsterdam, Boris found an envelope with his name on it. He’d wanted to open it in Antwerp, but he was so caught up in it all- his wound and Theo’s illness and the high and the movies, all of it so strangely different and yet exactly the same as when they were kids- that he put it out of his mind. He didn’t want anything to interrupt them. Now, it’s like the envelope has expanded in size, every day growing bigger and bigger and threatening to crack his bedside table in two. He doesn’t know what’s stopping him, but whatever the letter contains, he knows Theo doesn’t want him to know about it. It could be nothing- there’s always been so much innocuous bullshit that Theo keeps to himself for no good reason. Or it could be something. It could be something that Boris would be content staying oblivious to. There are lots of things like that.

Uncle Francis to the rescue by foundmywei

(32,582 words | Mature | Chapters: 8/8)

post-canon

“Oh! By the way, how is your man doing?”

I blinked, confused. "My what?"

"Your man? About 5'9, dark curly hair, gorgeous green eyes, looked vaguely European…?"

"Excuse me?" He couldn't mean…

"You know, the guy who whisked you away from your engagement party?" Mr. Abernathy raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Or, how Francis accidentally ended up becoming Theo's unofficial uncle and got involved in the stupidest love drama of the 21st century when all he wanted was to learn some juicy gossip.

#boreo #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #the goldfinch #boreo fanfic #boreo fic #boreo fanfic rec

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therealrichardpapen · 10 months

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This. I just hope the fandom isn't fully dead yet. Pls just check it out😭✋🏻

#the goldfinch #ao3 #fanfic #boreo fic #boreo #boreo fanfic #donna tartt #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky

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boreopavlikovskys · 3 months

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Everyone! Remember my boreo fanfic?? From ao3? Yeah, it's getting deleted in some weeks.

THAT'S Because I'm writing a book!!! And I'll reuse some of it and ye. Lemme know who wants to be a beta reader in spring!

#boreo fic #boreo #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #tgf #theo decker #donna tartt #theodore decker #theo x boris #donna tarrt

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ryrolover · 2 years

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More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without ever saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course, I love you.

kill me. kill me now.

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grotesquelly · 2 years

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Drop the fics pls no straight ones allowed 🙏

#Byler #byler fanfic #boreo #boreo fic #ronance #ronance fic #elmax #elmax fic #sashanne #sashanne fics #stranger things #amphibia #the goldfinch #guilicho #7ds #wednesday #wenclair

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poisonedprose · 2 years

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₊˚✧ abundantly clear

boreo angst

warnings: drugs, cursing

masterlist

prompt from: a dickhead who lied straight to my face

Theo and Boris laid next to Boris' pool. Tweaked out on whatever drugs they got their hands on this time. "You know, Potter, I want you to meet Kotku." Boris turned to look at Theo. "Why?" Theo asked, still staring into the sky.

"Because she wants to meet my best friend. And, you know, whatever Kotku wants-" "Kotku gets." Theo finished with a sigh. "No, Boris. I don't want to meet her." Boris clicked his tongue disappointingly.

"Just give her a chance. I think you'll like her!" Boris smiled. "How do I put this nicely and in a way that wont hurt your feelings... I fucking hate her." Theo looked at Boris, who was already looking at Theo.

"Why?" Boris asked, the disappointment evident in his face and voice. "I just... I don't like the way she treats you, or that she gets annoyed by every little thing, or that she's so fucking clingy, or her age, especially her age. And I also don't like that you obey her every command like some lost puppy." Theo explained.

Boris turned his head to look back at the sky. "Sorry. I was just being honest." Theo mimicked Boris' action, sighing as he did so. "Don't be sorry. I am glad you were honest." Boris paused, taking in a deep breath. "But, please meet her. I don't want her to be mad."

Theo sighed. "Fine. But you owe me. Hear me, Boris? You owe me." Boris smiled and Theo laughed. Truth be told, Theo would do anything to see him smile. And if seeing him smile meant that he had to see the girl he despised most, then so be it.

"Do you want to see her now?" Boris asked, breaking the short silence they shared. "Now?" Theo inquired and Boris nodded. "She told you weeks ago she wanted to meet me today and you just remembered now?" Theo asked though it was more rhetorical. "It wasn't weeks ago. Just week ago." The two laughed, admiring the stars as they did.

They stayed quiet for a while, basking in the bliss of the silent night. Boris began to say something before his phone went off with a 'ding.' "It's Kotku, she wants to know if we're coming now. She's at some restaurant." Boris explained to which Theo nodded.

"Do I need to wear anything nice?" Boris hummed, signaling for Theo to give him a moment. He quickly searched up the restaurant Kotku said she was at and looked at the pictures. "No. But you should wear my blazer." Boris sat up and was quickly followed by Theo.

"But won't she get mad?" Theo furrowed his eyebrows. "No. There is no reason for her to get mad." Boris lied. She would. She would be fucking livid. She would probably go berserk.

But if Boris was being honest, he loved when she got mad at him, because then, he could seek comfort in Theo. He could hear him say everything would be fine and feel his gentle touch in his hair.

"I'll get a taxi. You go get the blazer." Boris smiled and quickly stood up and reached out a hand for Theo. Theo took his hand and he was quickly pulled up. He hurried up the stairs and into Boris' room. Theo reached for the blazer that laid messily on the floor and threw it on.

He headed back down and met Boris outside. "It will be here soon." Theo nodded. The birds, which should be silent this time at night, chirpped which kept them occupied until the taxi came.

The ride to the restaurant was quick. The two quickly made their way to the surprisingly noisy building. They spotted Kotku at a table outside and made their way to her.

"Kotku, принцеса, this is Theo." Boris smiled as they sat down. Kotku looked Theo up and down and gave a fake smile. Theo returned the gesture and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.

The group fell into a long awkward silence. "I'm sorry, I'm not doing this." Theo broke the silence and began to get up. "Pussy." Kotku snickered. "Yeah, fuck this." Theo stood up and began to walk away.

"Theo!" Boris quickly followed Theo and grabbed his arm. "Don't, Boris! She obviously doesn't like me and she has made that abundantly clear. I'm sorry, okay? I am. But I'm not going to force myself to hang out with that... that bitch!" Kotku gasped.

"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that." Boris scolded. "Well, it's not my fault your girlfriend's shitty." Theo yelled back, taking off the blazer and shoving it to him. "What is wrong with you?" Boris scoffed.

"Fuck this. Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck you, Boris. And fuck your pretty fucking eyes and lips and.. and fuck everything you've done to make me catch feelings." Theo yelled.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, regretting what the drugs made him say. "Goodnight." Theo held back tears that threatened to fall from his eyes and began walking back to his house.

#! ✴ ₊˚✧ tgf .#boreo #tgf theo #tgf #tgf boris #the goldfinch #boris and theo #theo and boris #boris x theo #theo x boris #gay #lgbt #donna tartt #boreo fic #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky

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boreoao3feed · 1 year

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by summerstudie

It happens before he's entirely aware (post-canon, so spoilers).

Words: 1372, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Theodore Decker, Boris Pavlikovsky

Relationships: Theodore Decker/Boris Pavlikovsky

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Sugar Daddy Boris Pavlikovksy, Sugar Baby Theodore Decker, Getting Together, Oblivious Theodore Decker, Spoilers, no beta we die like my work ethic, author is procrastinating, Humor

#boreo #boreo fic #boris pavlikovsky #theodore decker #theo decker

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queerlermind · 7 months

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me when the goldfinch & boreo !! ↳ ♡₊˚.

#boreo #boreo fic #boreo art #boreo fanart #the goldfinch #tgf #tg fiction #theo decker #theodore decker #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard #oakes fegley #foryou #fyp #fypage #stranger things

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beepingmemesauce2727 · 2 months

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Boris: The Untold Story

By Aidan Sparks

Chapter One

Somewhere in Ukraine, 1:25 a.m.

A man comes home from a long day at his company, and half-heartedly shuts the door. He is clearly blackout drunk and not exactly in the best of moods.

An accident happened at his workplace earlier that day. The man built mines for a living, but one of his employees had his arm crushed by falling debris. He was gonna file a lawsuit against the man's company for having such unstable working conditions. The man did not care if this employee's arm became infected and had to be amputated. But the main concern he had was that if he didn't pay for the employee's injury, he could be sued for it. He would eventually become so overwhelmed by the stress of losing his company, that he would haunt his local bar and try to drink his stress away.

But this was not enough. All the alcohol did was make him angry.

He needed an outlet.

He needed something to take his rage out on.

So he would go home that night, and call out his son. "Вставай хлопче."

The boy did not respond. The man called out for his son again. Once again, no response. Finally fed up with his son's disobedience, he sprinted up the staircase that led to his son's room.

He banged on the door and demanded him to get up and open the door immediately. Suddenly, the main lost his patience. He kicked the door open and flipped the switch that turns on the lights.

A boy, about 7 years old, with long, black curls shot up from his bed to see what his father wanted of him. The man told his son that an employee had been injured at his company, and wanted to sue the man for everything he was worth. After he got that off his chest, the man told his son what he really thought of him.

He told his son that all he did was play and fuck around, while the real men did their jobs. The man actually brought home food, and clothes, but his son never gave anything to him as thanks. He saw his son as an ungrateful, disgusting, little shit that leeched off his income and made his life miserable.

And now, the boy had no one to defend him from his father. He had no siblings, and his mother died 3 months prior. She had been so drunk that she had fallen out of a window to her death.

The main beat his son senseless that night. After the violence was over, he retreated to the kitchen to have another drink.

Eventually, the man became so drunk, he could not feel his feet anymore. He had to sit down and rest.

But he didn't want rest. He wanted to give that employee a piece of his mind. Nobody threatens his company. Ever.

The boy, bruised and sobbing in his room and huddled in a corner, reflected on the horrific abuse by his father. He always hated the old man. He had a good reason, too.

Not only was he a drunken, violent abuser, but he was, in fact, a murderer.

The last person who threatened to destroy his company had his brains and skull splattered all over the pavement.

Now HE wanted to give his father a piece of his mind. He wanted to put him through all the pain he had put him through all these years.

So that night, he snuck out of his room to see his drunken father roaming about the living room like a freshly re-animated corpse.

He quickly noticed the door was slightly cracked open, and this suddenly gave the boy an idea.

He would send his father out to freeze to death.

His father stood into front of the door, trying to remember why he wanted to leave so badly. The beer made him hot and sweaty, so he decided to open the door to get some nice, cool air.

What the man failed to realize was that it was the middle of Winter. And since they lived in Ukraine, it would be much more than just "cool" outside.

Suddenly, he felt something, or someone, pushing him out the door.

Before he knew it, he was outside in the freezing, Ukrainian dark. The boy watched as his father stumbled about, dumbfounded.

The boy knew his father would eventually find some way to get back in the house and give him an even worse punishment than what he had received before, but all the boy wanted to do was hope that the evil bastard would freeze to death out there in the cold.

This was it. The last straw.

From this night forward, nothing would ever hurt Boris Pavlikovsky ever again.

#finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #boreo fic #theo decker #boreo

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oxycharm · 2 years

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Take a picture, it’ll last longer.

abt: based off one of my headcanons I came up with, basically boris taking photos of theo when he was drunk. ( I haven’t wrote a fic since like middle school so I am so sorry if it’s this trash T_T, also I’ve noticed a lack of boreo fics on this app, ok I’ll shut up now)

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“ Potter, your glasses are on upside down!” Boris chuckles while attempting to get up from the bed covered with vodka bottles, a bunch of random chip bags, and Theo’s legs resting on his lap.

“ I don’t feel them? i think you’re pretty delusional boris.. because I don’t think my glasses are on my face.” He says while putting his hands on his eyes, somehow too high or drunk even to tell he’s wearing them. Boris could easily tell cause Theo gets stupid when drunk and his face has a light pinkish blush on it.

“ dumbass they are on your face, you’re pretty drunk potter.” Boris says while playfully knocking Theo’s head with his knuckles, then he gets an idea and manages to get out the bed.

“ hey! If I am drunk who’s fault is that? I didn’t bring the vodka you know.” Theo reaches and crawls over to attempt and punch Boris’s arm, but fails when misses the whole arm despite being right there and falls and slumps on the floor in defeat. Boris simply laughs like a manic.

Boris cannot take him seriously because he can say normal sentences but they all have a funny slurred voice to it, almost a bubbly voice at that. Plus he likes drunk Theo because he seems kind of more happier then when he is sober.

“ You didn’t bring the vodka but you got the Jack Daniels from your dads cabinet. Did you not?” Boris says while walking over to his closet which only has a few black or dark colored outfits. He reaches his arm up to one of the shelves effortlessly and pulls down a white Polaroid camera. Which seems to haven’t been used for anything.

“ hey potter, say сыр!” *click* Theo very unaware of what even just happened within the last maybe 10 seconds had a stunned, but funny look on his face. “ lemme see lemme see, I wanna see!” Theo attempting to see but the taller boy holding the polaroid picture up high. “ ah ah say please”.

“ You fucker just show me the goddamn photo!” Theo at this point is trying to climb up Boris to see it and they both end up falling to the ground, popper comes running in to see the commotion. “ Look what you did potter, popchyk is confused now”. Theo and Boris laugh at what just occurred and Boris faces Theo and shows him the picture.

“ Jesus do I really look like that?” Boris chuckles once more and fixes Theo’s crooked glasses. “ Don’t worry potter you are just fine, your glasses were just very crooked. Let’s take another.” Boris gets the camera and faces it towards them, Popchyk crawls on Theo’s chest and lays there aswell while Theo softly pets him. * click click* then they both sit up.

Boris pulls out the Polaroid and stares with a slight blush on his cheeks, They are laying on the carpet with Theo laying on his shoulder slightly with a small smile on his face, his eyes glossy you can tell even with his glasses on, wearing Boris’s iconic cat shirt and with popper laying there too.

Boris turns to face Theo who I was also staring or starstruck even like he’s never see a photo before in his life. Him on the other hand was staring at Boris, his dark curls slightly coming down on his face with a giant smile, he could point out almost every freckle on his face if he wanted too.

“ You can keep it” Boris says snapping Theo out of his staring. “ Oh.. no it’s ok you can keep it Boris, it’s a very nice picture” pushing Boris’s hand back. Theo turns away slightly trying to hide the warmth creeping up to his cheeks more. Boris is actually pretty amused on how Theo is getting flustered but it’s probably the alcohol.

*click* Boris took this as a moment of opportunity to take a picture of him. Facing his head away sitting criss cross with his hands still on the dogs head and the lighting from the lamp gives it a warm tone. Theo stunned again rolls his eyes. “ Can I use the camera now?” Boris hand him the camera watching how he struggles to figure out how to use it. *click* *click* “ how the fuck do you work this thing!” Boris cannot stop laughing, at this rate his stomach will be sore tomorrow from how much he is laughing tonight.

“ potter do you need help.” “ no I can do it.” He eventually figures it out and by then Boris already lit a cigarette. *click* Theo pulled out the photo and it was Boris laying up on the bedside with a cigarette between his two fingers, you could even seen the smoke from the cig in the picture too. “ wow.” “ Is it bad potter?” With the cigarette still in hand

Theo shows him the photo and Boris smiles at it. “ hey, you could be a future photographer it’s nice.” Theo smiles wide “ I wanna keep this one, you look pretty.” He grabs a nearby marker and marks it, dumbass Boris. They both roll around laughing the whole night accumulating a bunch of photos from one of them drinking vodka bottles, cigarettes between fingers, even some of them having fun with popchyk, or just goofy pictures of one another.

The last photo of the night is Theo at 3am, in the moonlight, wrapped up in blankets sleeping peacefully with popchyk right beside him. “ I think I like this one the most” Boris says hoping not to wake Theo. He sets the camera down along with all the photos from it on the desk right beside the bed, then lays down and closes his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

“ I heard you by the way” Theo says causing another quiet moment of them laughing.

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