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the best thing at this party — t. nott

❝ fighting in only your army frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party ❞

pairing: jealous!theo x malfoy!reader

context: at yours and draco's annual back-to-hogwarts bash, a pair of weasleys show up uninvited, much to theo's dismay.

words: 2.3k+

warnings: jealousy, somewhat possessive behavior, reader's kind of a bitch, theo's kind of an asshole, marijuana use, alcohol use, vomiting, a little fluff, mainly angst

"so where's the principessa?" you hear theo bring you up in conversation as you and pansy descend the stairs to join the boys in the foyer. "taking extra time to fix up her hair?"

"é un dato di fatto, lo ero," as a matter of fact, i was. you lean a hand against the banister, stopping on the last step, eyes focusing on theo. there's a chance you may or may not have learned italian just to make sure he couldn't insult you without your knowledge—not that it stopped him, but at least this way, you could defend yourself. "it takes time to look this good. but glad to know you noticed my absence."

"ooh, she got you there, mate," blaise chuckles, placing a hand on theo's shoulder, who shrugs it off.

"whatever," he spat, rolling his eyes. "i need a drink."

"finally something i can get on board with," mattheo points a finger at him, and they both turn to head towards the sitting room, pansy trailing closely behind them.

"is pans still trying to get with matt?" enzo asks, tilting his head up at you as they walked away.

"beats me," you shrugged, stepping down the last step and glancing between them. "now, why are you two standing here like a bunch of statues? last i checked, party's over there." you point your thumb towards the parlor, which appeared to be glowing green.

"the gate's still open," blaise shrugs. "draco wants us to watch for 'undesirables'."

"undesirables?" you repeat the word just so he could hear how ridiculous it sounded. "has he gone mad?"

"he wants to make sure no one from the other houses show up," blaise clarifies.

"fuck that," you shake your head. "come on." you link your arms with one of blaise's and one of enzo's, waving a finger up in the air. "colloportus!" the spell causes the front door and front gate to seal shut, as you begin walking with blaise and enzo towards the music. "now, where's dobby?"

your house elf immediately appears in front of you at the sound of his name.

"dobby is here, miss y/n," he looks up at you. "what can dobby do for you?"

you unlink your arms from blaise and enzo's and crouch down to be eye level with him. "fetch me the good liquor from the cellar downstairs, and then come find me when you've got it."

he nods. "dobby is on it miss y/n!"

—

"what are you doing standing here all alone?" daphne greengrass saunters over to theo, who was leaning against the bar, a drink in hand.

"daphne greengrass," theo greets her. "i'm surprised you're here. wouldn't the head girl disapprove of rowdy parties as such?" he waves his drink towards the crowd that had turned the malfoy's parlor into a makeshift dance floor, and she chuckles.

"i'm turning over a new leaf," she shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. "it is our last year, after all."

"thank merlin for that," you walk between them, and lean over the bar to reach for four shot glasses.

"y/n," daphne's voice is strained as she clears her throat. "nice to see you."

you stand up straight after retrieving what you were looking for and turn your head towards her. "i'd say the same, but i'm not a liar."

theo shifts his eyes between the two of you, slightly amused at the way daphne takes a deep breath to keep her composure while you throw her a close-lipped smile.

"where'd you get the bottle, y/n?" he cuts in to prevent a cat fight from breaking out between you and daphne, and eyes the bottle of fire whiskey in your hand.

you look at him. "i had dobby fetch it from the cellar," you say. "pans and i are gonna drink it dry."

"just the two of you?" he raises an eyebrow, condescension painting his features. "does draco know about that?"

"why?" you challenge. "are you gonna go run off and tattle on me?"

before he could reply, another voice cuts in. "oi, malfoy! are we getting pissed or what?"

you turn your attention away from theo to the one of the weasleys you'd found lurking around the corners. "well, you're quite the impatient one, aren't you, freddie?"

heat rises in theo's chest when he gets a better look of the guy under the green light, and realizes its a weasley. what the hell was he doing here? and why were you allowing it?

"time is of the essence, darling," fred tells you. "george and i are trying to get a taste of this drink you've got before we inevitably get kicked out of here."

"what are you doing here, weasley?" theo speaks through gritted teeth, and looks at you. "you invited them?"

"of course not," you shrug. "they snuck in."

theo's eyes narrow at you. "and you're offering them a drink instead of throwing them out?"

"they ditched their house colors to don ours for the night," you tell him, eyes focused on fred. "i think that deserves them a little taste of slytherin."

theo doesn't miss the way fred's eyes trail over your body, and rolls his eyes. "maybe even more than a little," fred smirks.

you giggle at his words, but before you could walk away with him, theo grabs the back of your arm, pulling you close, his lips right above your ear. "cosa fai?" what are you doing?

you tilt your head up to have your eyes meet his. "mi sto divertendo," i'm having fun. "dovresti provarlo qualche volta." you should try it sometime.

you yank your arm out of his hold and don't give him a chance to respond, waltzing away towards the crowd.

"merlin, she is fit," fred comments, watching the way your hips sway as you walk away. "is she seeing anyone?"

"if she was, it certainly wouldn't be you," theo tells him.

"we'll see about that, mate. excuse me," fred throws him a smirk, before walking away to follow you across the room.

theo watches as he does, bringing his glass up to his lips to finish of his drink.

"do you-" daphne starts, but he doesn't let her finish, slamming his glass down on the bar and walking off.

—

"you all look pissed," pansy stumbles over to the guys, who were seated in a secluded area of the manor that was somewhat devoid of all the noise from the party in the parlor, passing around a joint.

"not as much as you, it seems," mattheo chuckles as she falls beside him, head falling against his shoulder. "where you been?"

"drinking with y/n," she says, eyes slowly fluttering close.

"that was your first mistake," enzo tuts, taking a long drag and inhaling. "that girl can drink double her weight in alcohol."

"mhm," pansy hums, eyes fully closing as her body falls limp against mattheo.

"alright," mattheo shifts, just enough to wake her and get her up on her feet. "look like someone's had enough for the night. come on." he begins to the guide pansy out of the room, his eyes telling the guys that he'd be right back.

"what the bloody hell did they even drink?" blaise asks, shifting his eyes between theo and enzo.

"fire whiskey," theo blows smoke out of his mouth and takes another drag.

blaise's eyes widen. "and they didn't think to share? bloody wankers."

"they were too busy sharing it with y/n's new conquests," theo replies bitterly, passing the joint off to him.

"seems to me she's sharing more than that," enzo cuts in, raising his silver flask to point at you and fred on the opposite side of the room, where surely enough, you were tucked between him and the wall, one hand beside your head and one hand on you waist.

"oh, bloody hell," theo rolls his eyes, pulling a chuckle out from enzo.

"who is that guy anyway?"

"fred weasley," theo grits out.

"you're bloody kidding," blaise snickers, leaning forward to flick off some ash from the a joint.

"oh, i'm bloody serious," theo nods. "he's been eye-fucking her since she showed him the tiniest bit of attention. it was quite pathetic, if you ask me."

"what's with the bitterness, mate?" enzo asks, attention shifting to theo. "you jealous?"

theo scoffs. "jealous? please. non durerà in alcun modo." no way that's gonna last. you weren't exactly the "relationship" type.

enzo shakes his head. "no clue what that means, but it didn't sound nice."

"you know how y/n is," theo tells him, hand motioning towards you and fred across the room. "it's nothing but a game to her."

"so what?" blaise asks, handing the joint over back to enzo. "you bitter she won't let you play?"

"who won't let who play?" mattheo rejoins them, and sits back down beside theo.

"theo's jealous fred weasley's got his claws in y/n," enzo catches him up.

"alright," theo stands from the sofa, no longer wanting to hear anymore of it. "i'm done with this shit."

—

unfortunately for theo, the second he headed for the bar and away from the boys, you were also already there with fred.

"alright, freddie, what's it gonna be?" your body was bent over the bar counter, fred's eyes trailing over it as you tried to reach for two different bottles. "rum or brandy?"

"oh, i'm in the mood for something much tastier, love," fred flirts, causing theo to roll his eyes.

"bloody hell," you hear theo mutter, and stand up straight after taking a hold of the two bottles you were looking for. "can't you two do this elsewhere?"

"well, no one's forcing you to stand there and watch," you retort, eyes shooting him an ice cold glare.

"for merlin's sake," he groans, clearly frustrated. "if you wanna fuck him, at least do it in one of the many private rooms upstairs so you can at least keep some of your dignity."

the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, making you scoff and set both bottles down before getting close to him to make sure he hears you loud and clear. "fuck you."

you walk away from both of them and head for the corridor, while fred looks at theo.

"that-"

"don't fucking say anything, weasley," theo cuts him off, and leaves him behind, legs immediately following after you.

"y/n, wait!" he takes grab of your wrist and pulls to make you stop and turn to look at him.

"get off!" you shake his hand off your wrist, arms crossing in front of your chest as you looked at him.

"oh, smettila di essere una tale stronza," oh, stop being such a bitch. he tells you.

"you know what theo-" you start to give him a piece of your mind, when an uneasy feeling suddenly creeps into your stomach and slides up the back of your throat.

fuck.

you immediately push past him to head for the nearest bathroom and he follows, as your knees hit the cold tile floor and reminiscents of what you ate before you started drinking came pouring out into the toilet in front of you.

"alright," theo winces, crouching down beside you to take a hold of your hair and gently rub a hand up and down your back. "let it out."

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"ugh," you complain, swinging your bedroom door open and proceeding inside as you tucked your now messed up hair behind your ears. "this was not how this night was suppose to go."

theo chuckles behind you, closing your door and tossing your heels down on the ground beside your dresser.

"oh, i'm so glad you find this amusing," you spat, undoing your hair and placing the bobby pins down on your vanity.

"i just find it funny that even after two years of drinking, you still can't hold shit down," he says, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

you mimic his words, but don't actually say anything. "ugh!" you groan loudly when it suddenly becomes much harder to tug your dress off. "why is this not-"

you stop when you feel cold fingers trail across and down your back, your skin feeling like over a hundred degrees. "hai dimenticato di aprirlo, farfalla." you forgot to unzip it, butterfly.

your eyes threaten to flutter close at the deep sound of his voice, goosebumps rising upon your skin, as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress. "theo…"

his hand lingers above your lower back, as he leaned down, lips just right above your ear. "potresti fare meglio di weasley, lo sai?" you could do better than weasley, you know that?

his breath on your ear makes a shiver run down your spine, as your head tilted back against him. "mostramelo meglio allora." show me better then.

to anyone else, this would seem odd. but to the two of you, this was just how you worked. one second you were bickering, and the next, whispering sweet nothings. it was a dance that you both knew all too well.

though the thread he used to keep you at a distance threatened to snap, theo holds himself back—you were draco's baby sister. he wasn't suppose to want you. he couldn't.

"dovresti dormire un po'," you should get some sleep. he lets himself stay beside you for one more moment, before finally pulling away—to your disappointment.

"you're not gonna stay?" you grab at the sides of your dress to keep it from falling down as you turned to look at him.

"non posso," i can't. he shakes his head at you, despite your forming pout. he didn't know what he'd get himself into if he stayed, and a part of him was afraid to find out. "buona notte, farfalla."

good night, butterfly.

part 2 coming soon!!!

re-entering my slytherin boys era bc tension with theo is the BEST kind of tension, and hopefully this didn't disappoint.

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starzioo · 3 days

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He’s so Salvatore.

Like oh my god.

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skyebounded · 8 months

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Better Unspoken

Masterlist .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: Theo isn't sure how much more he can take without telling you what you mean to him.

pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

warnings: angst, swearing... My type of Love Confession!!!

wc: 2.8K

a/n: I'm sorry. <3

His strides seemed to slow, the once steady pace that you had set, had fallen short. You were leading, blissfully unaware of the lack of companionship by your side in the moment. Theo had fallen victim to the very thoughts that plagued him, letting them dictate his every move as he watched you trudge forward, back up to the castle doors, happily. He watched as you laughed to yourself at the conversation you were seemingly having with him. He watched the snow fall onto your cheeks, instantly melting at your touch, or the way it coated your beanie and coat. He was mesmerised by you, every little thing that you did, he was mesmerised. You had been with one of his closest friends for some time now, and yet he couldn't seem to be happy for you, for Enzo, and it was simple really, he couldn’t because it wasn't him that you were happy with.

“Crazy, righ- Theo?” You turned around, stopping in your tracks to face him. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and his body ridgid. “Are you okay?” You spoke so softly, your words so caring and delicate as you approached him. Theo made no move, no gesture towards you, it was only a numb look. His gaze fell to the imprinted snow beneath your feet, studying it as if it had the answer to his questions. It had been eating him alive. This past year tearing him apart little by little, and he wasn't sure that he could keep it to himself any longer. He felt as though he had to tell you, no matter the consequences, he just had to. Your voice, softly calling his name again, had him looking back up at you, his eyes soft and sorrowful, and it scared you. He took a step forward, leaning his head down slightly before he opened his mouth, taking a deep breath.

“I have to tell you something, and I….” He was struggling to find the words, glancing around like he was waiting for someone to help him out.

“What is it, Theo? Can it wait till we get to the cast-” you start, before he cuts you off, taking another step towards you in desperation.

“y/n….please just listen to me…”

“Oka-what do you mea-” you started, a hint of panic in your tone. His suddenty was making you nervous, that is until realisation hit you. Standing there, staring up at him, the crazed look in his eyes, and you knew. Knew what he meant, what he wanted to say. You could see what was hiding behind that look, the soft yearning, and need for understanding, the pleading, far before it had even begun. There was no coming back from what he was about to say, nothing that could be done to stop it, but you had to try. You shook your head, your breath hitching the moment he took another step forward, mere inches from where you stood. You held your breath, staring at him, nearly frozen out of fear.

“Theo, please. Don't do this, please don't do this-” It was barely a whisper that left you, and he heard it, you knew he had, but it didn’t stop him. He moved forward, frantically reaching out for you as if he would never get the chance to touch you again, as his hands met your arms, grabbing them as he lowered himself just enough to be level to you.

“I have too, I have to tell you how I fee-” He started. You could hear the urgency dripping off of each word, the way he seemed to speak as if he was fearful that he would never get his chance to say it again. His eyes darted between your own, a glass like glaze over the soft shade of blue, as he searched for some type of understanding behind them.

“No Theo, no you don’ t, you don-” It was almost a whine, an involuntary beg on your part, as you pulled from his grasp, and yet made no movement to get away from him.

“Y/n, please, you have to understand, I can’t help it, i can’t just stop it, you know that, you know I can’t-”

“Theo think! Please! Think about Enzo..” you tried, tried to make him think about his lifelong friend, the one that stood between the pair of you and everything that Theo wanted. “He is your best friend, your best friend! Please, please think about that before you say what you are about to say. Theo pleas-”

“I know, I know he is, trust me I know-” there it was again, the shaky breath, the soft tones of imploration.

“Enzo, Theo-” you pleaded, forcing back tears that were on the cusp of escaping.

“And I know that! I know that y/n, and I love him like a brother I promise you I do, but I can’t just sit by. I can’t! Not without telling you how I feel, y/n please-” he implored, his hands coming up to reach for you again, only to fall flat by his side when you shy away from him. He hated this, seeing the way you were fighting him, the way you were pleading with him to stop, but he couldn’t let you. Perhaps it came down to some diluted fantasy, one where you would allow him to tell you how he felt, one where you would see what he meant, see his desperation and the desire for you, that you would have some type of understanding and would chose him, and sure he knew that wasn't going to be the case, but he had to hope.

“Theo…” you mutter, your heart breaking for him, for the wounded way he was looking at you, for the way his hands were nearly clasped together as if he were in prayer begging for forgiveness. “Theo ple-”

“Y/n I am in love with you, and I can't just make it go away…I can’t-I can’t, and I can’t by any means keep it to myself..not anymore, y/n. Not when it is killing me little by little..” he couldn’t seem to stop himself as he spoke. His voice hoarse and broken as the confession that he had been holding in for only merlin knows how long now, was pouring from him as if he had no control over it anymore in floods of pathetic desperation. Perhaps he didn’t have any control. Perhaps the lie that he had been living was tearing him apart piece by piece, and the only way to soothe it was to get it out to you, to explain and pray that you could understand, no matter the repercussions it was sure to have. It had begun to take its toll on him, watching you with Enzo, pretending that he was nothing but happy for the pair of you. It consumed him, driving him to mere madness and this felt like the only way to solve it, and he hated it. He hated himself for it, for thinking that it was okay, that maybe there was a chance he could steal you for himself, a chance that you would want him just as much as he wanted you. He hated himself for doing this behind his best friends back without so much as a care. It was so unbelievable selfish and he knew that, but he didn’t care, he couldn’t care not when he had spent all this time loving you, watching you, needing you. He knew what this could mean for his relationships with not only you, but Enzo too, and he was willing to throw it all away for that small sliver of hope that you would return his feelings.

Theo took a deep shaky breath, trying his hardest to read your thoughts, to see if he could understand even the slightest bit of what you were feeling towards him, but the moment your lips parted, he panicked, fear consuming him. He couldn’t let you speak out towards his admission, he couldn’t let you stop him.

Your hand reached up to silence him, to cover his mouth and cease the flow of the poison he was trying to spew, but it was of no use, he was faster. He reached out grabbing ahold of your hands, soothingly running his thumbs gently over the tops of them, appalled at how cold your touch was. Your hands were frozen, you were cold, and here he was, selfishly keeping you outside the castle walls, simply for his own greed. He couldn’t feel nature's effect, not anymore, not while fuelled with pure adrenaline, but you, a poor innocent bystander in this, could. He clamped your hands together, hoping that covered by his, could find some warmth in them.

“Y/n…I can’t…I can’t go on like this, knowing that I feel this way.” He was breaking, and you could see it. He needed you to feel something other than an undeniable no. He needed reassurance that this, what he was confessing wasn’t for nothing, but you couldn’t give him that, not now. You wanted to reach out for him, to offer him some type of comfort no matter how small, but what would that fix? Nothing, and though you hated to admit it, you were afraid that it might not only give him some senses of hope, but also that it would do nothing more than confuse not only him, but you. You loved Theo, you always had, and perhaps not in the way that he did for you, or at least never to the degree that he was experiencing. There was a small sliver of you that once wanted him the way he wanted you now, and that small sliver was begging you on its own to let him continue to pour his heart out. But you loved Enzo, and you had for some time now. You loved him and who you were with him, and nothing was worth risking that over. All you could do was to shake your head, soft desperate ‘no’s escaping you, praying, no, pleading that he would stop, that he would give up, because it wasn’t fair, none of it was. You sunk your teeth, feebly into your quivering bottom lip, slowly shaking your head, your eyes flooded with unreleased tears. You weren’t breathing, holding onto that breath like a tether, as you waited.

“I have to make you understand…I can’t spend another moment listening to the stories of you and Enzo, knowing that it should be by your side, that it should be me taking care of you, making you smile and laugh, making you happy every waking chance that I can… I can’t take more of pretending that it doesn't hurt me, or that I’m okay when I'm really not. Y/n, please, I am begging you…make it stop, please for me…. Tell me you- tell me you love me or- no, just tell me you love m-….” he couldn’t finish his sentence, the words caught in the back of his throat as he looked down at you with those soft pleading eyes, that glass-like look to his eyes now one filled with tears of his own, but the tears that were beginning to fall from your eyes held him captive, they silenced him.

He could feel his world shattering before him as he looked at you, could feel you pulling away in ways that he knew he couldn’t follow, couldn’t pull you back from. He had single handedly ruined the only thing in his life that had any meaning to him whatsoever. You were slipping from him, and knew that no matter what he did, there was no going back. Nothing was going to fix this, it had been ruined beyond repair, and it was killing him. He couldn’t stand to see that pitiful look reflected on your face, the one that confirmed everything he was thinking, the one that caused him to stop breathing in a moment of lasting heartbreak, the one that filled him with horror. It was over, he was certain of it. He couldn’t be your friend, not after what he had just told you, not when he knew that you would go back and tell Enzo, not when he knew you hated him, and that he was sure of.

It wasn’t the truth though, you didn’t hate him, you weren’t even sure that that was something that you were capable of even doing when it came to Theo, but you couldn’t lie, you hated what he had done. You hated it because it meant that no matter what he or you wanted, things were no longer going to be the same. You couldn’t give him what he needed, craved, and you hated that. Theo deserved the world, but a world that you couldn’t offer him. The tears were rolling freely from your eyes now, staining your blushed stained cheeks. All semblances of the cold were lost on you, you felt nothing but numb, and remorseful, even a little bit angry. He had ruined something that was so utterly good, and thought you were angry at him for that, you couldn’t really blame him. You felt as though your heart had sunk like a bag of stones into your gut, weighing heavy as you fought the urge to keep your gaze on him. It was over, and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to lash out on him, shove him back and tell him to say it was all a cruel joke, because maybe then you could forgive him, forget it, but you knew that no matter how much you wanted that, it wouldn’t be the truth. He had said his piece, and what was done was done.

“That's-that's not fair.” you cried, holding onto your composure with a literal thread. You pulled your hands from him, using your index finger to shove it into his hard chest. “That is not fucking fair! That's bullshit, Theo!” you couldn’t hold back the tears, the aggression, the ache in your chest, and you wanted him to know. He groaned, exhaling that single breath that he was clinging too, as you repeatedly jabbed your finger into his chest.

“You don’t! You don’t get to ask that of me! You dont get to say that, not now, not fucking now! You- you don't-..” you argued through clenched teeth, but your voice trailed off. It was as if you were at a loss for the right words. Nothing that you were going to say would really express how you felt, how torn you were, nor were they going to repair any of it. He took a step towards you, ready to reach for you, and you shuffled back, nearly tripping over your own blasted feet. “No. no you’re mean, and you're selfish…” you blurted. tears rolling down your face, your breathing coming out in jagged spurts.

Merlin, he would do anything to go back and hold onto what he had said, to pretend like he wasn’t being destroyed by his feelings for you. Back to pretending that whenever he heard the latest of your relationship with his best friend, it didn't wound him more than any physical ailment he could ever experience. Anything to see you smile, and drone on about this and that, rather than to have your cold, accusatory finger being shoved into his heart. Quite literally anything and he would do it, no matter the costs. That's when it hit him. Shoving his hand into the depths of his coat pocket, his fingers carefully wrapped around his wand, looking at you with such a shattering look of sorrow. He was sorry, so unbelievably sorry. Sorry he hurt you, sorry that it confused you, sorry that he ruined his relationship with you, and even more so, sorry that he had told you.

“I’m so sorry..” was all he could offer in respite.

You huffed, brushing him off as you staggered back, as he repeated soft ‘i’m sorry’s. You sighed, fighting ever urge to tell him to fuck off.

“Fuck you, Theo..” you sighed, turning your back to him for a brief moment, wiping the tears from your eyes with your sleeve, trying desperately to get them to stop.

“Obliviate,” he muttered, and you didn't even have the time to react, to turn around and deflect, before a soft haze set over you. He watched as the silver glow at the end of his wand faded, before slowly lowering it to his side. He wasn’t sure that he could do this again, to be your friend after what he had done. Being so close to you, but not being able to have you, or to tell you what you meant to him, because after all was said and done, you weren’t his, you never were, and he knew now, that you never would be.

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moonsbypadfoot · 1 month

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interest | theodore nott x female reader.

warnings : angst, fluff, based on real live events that I am still going through! (Some parts are still made up, I've only experienced the first half, the second half are made up) 😘🙃, slytherin reader (doesn't really affect the story), usage of y/n, short, short, short fan fiction, wrote this in like 30 mins, english isn't my first language and I am convinced that I'm dyslexic, second person pov,

have fun reading!

🦖

it was your fifth year at hogwarts, fifth year being friends with pansy, and your fifth year being hopelessly inlove with theodore.

yes, you've had 'relationships' before him, but he was still at the back of your mind. theodore was still lingering.

Theo seemed funny, moody, and so much more, but, you didn't expect him to like books.

Pansy looked down while eating her food, and simply said "you're reading little women too? Theodore loves that book" To which you hushed her immediately.

But that didn't stop you from asking her about Theo,later that day. "He likes it? " You asked, showing the book to pansy, "who likes what? " Pansy scrunched her eyebrows, and you groaned loudly.

"Theodore, pansy, Theodore! "

Pansy nodded her head, saying "oh yeah, he likes it". You gasped at how chill she is, and you said " This might be it pansy! ".

And oh you were right, it is it. You and daphne were sitting on a bench, gossiping about other people. When all of the sudden, Theodore passed you two, and said "Laurie, mhm? ".

"So you do like little women? " You and daphne's attention were shifted to him "since forever", and just like that, he left.

That became a more and more of a schedule for you to sit on that same bench everyday, on the exact same time. Daphne doesn't know that you still like him, it was well common knowledge that you used to like Theodore, but, everyone thought that you had moved on.

Daphne was so tired of Theodore, that whenever she sees him coming to you two, she'd roll her eyes sand say stuff like 'here he goes again' and make the biggest sigh ever.

Your first 'real' conversation was him coming up to you, saying "I like jo more than amy". At that point you didn't know what to say, neither Daphne or Pansy was there to make you less tense.

You scoffed "Amy is way better". You tried to keep yourself cool, and you did just that.

For days to days you two became closer. You'd have little chit chats after dinner, and your liking for him became bigger, but it shouldn't have.

"I have some little women.. Merch, I can send it to your room, later" Theodore suggested. "First of all, pansy would kill me if I had a boy in my room. Second of all, that will not happen cause if you do the stairs will turn into a literal slide and make you look stupid" You said, to which he just started at you.

You stupidly dreamt of him in your room, which is obviously forbidden.

Unsurprisingly, Daphne eventually found out about you still liking him, and she's convinced that Theo likes you back.

"Do you not remember what he said? 'I used to like little women, now I like it again because of her' and the boy pointed at you! And do you not remember quidditch? "

Oh boy, you do remember Quidditch.

His Quidditch match was last Wednesday, and two days before that, you two made a bet. If he won, you have to give him 15 galleons, and if he lose, he has to give you 15 galleons.

See, that same week, your professors had bombarded everyone with exams. So, if it wasn't for him you wouldn't have watched any of the Quidditch stuff.

That Wednesday, you kept exactly 15 galleons in your pocket. And, unsurprisingly he won. The slytherins celebrated like crazy, and, after that, you came up to him, saying "I could've bought myself candy but, I have your 15 galleons".

"No need for that," Theodore softly smiles, and went back to his friends who were cheering and waiting for him.

That day you couldve swore you spent a thousand hour telling pansy what you felt.

All of the sudden, Theodore didn't seem interested. You hadn't told Daphne about this, but pansy is so mas at him for the sudden stop of interest.

"See, boys are immature" Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes. "I wanted to know about his friend and, theodore-"

"Not so loud! " You sushed her, reminding that you two were still in the great hall. You doubt anyone heard you but, still, for safety reasons. "How about.. My 'him', we can call him uh.. "

"Toaster, cause if he doesn't act right Im gonna-"

"Hold your horses, pansy, let's call him trex"

"Fine, you're way too nice for that guy, and uhm, what should I call my 'him'? " Pansy asked, and, there was one minute of silence.

"Maybe trial number #2? "

That was the day your nicknames were born, and, things excelated from there. 'Trial #2', which is blaise, talked to pansy in the Slightest way possible, and 'trex' which is theo is talking to you, but he makes the conversation as dry as possible.

Theo is almost always the conversation starter, but when it comes to keeping the conversation going, it's you, and it is hardwork to keep Theo talking to you

That also reminded you of a conversation you had a long, long time ago with millicent. About how he's broken home and doesn't have a mother, and turns out it was true.

"So, that explains the on and off thing with you and him" Pansy shrugged "if you're really in love with him, you're in some really deep shit. Trial #2 barely talks to me"

and in deep shit you are, as the days became longer because he didn't want to talk to you. Pansy convinced you enough to just stop talking to him.

You felt better but, there is still something in you still craving him dearly.

"He's just there, pansy, like.. Like a word about to be spoken, but then vanishes out of our brains! One second he's there and the next he's gone! " You complained.

What made you more confused is that, you and him became more confusing. You felt like you're more than a friend, but you don't know what it is because of one thing he said.

It was common for you friends, lorenzo, and Mattheo, to tease you about Theo. It's as if they know.

Obviously, Theo was there too, along with Daphne next to you. "Y/n, I think you and Theodore are a good fit" Lorenzo laughed, and the others chimed with agreement. But, it was a subtle whisper from Theo that made you down for the rest of the day. "Don't say that, I like astoria"

You kept laughing, though it was obvious for those who actually knows you that your laugh was so fake.

You kept ignoring him, and you truly do feel better for once. As pansy says 'give him taste of his own medicine ' and you did what she said, and you felt better, for awhile.

Till he came up to you and forced you to confess.

"The fuck is wrong with you y/n? " Theodore said. "What do you mean? " You said, but, the pit in your stomach tells you exactly what he means.

"You're avoiding me. I thought we were friends"

"That's the problem" You said, in a confusing tone, which made him think.. Was it a question or a statement?

"I thought we couldve been more, Theo" You rolled your eyes at his oblivion, and you paused "you like astoria, don't you, mhm? You said it yourself".

Theo frowned "don't act so innocent, you and Macmillan were so close I thought you two were dating".

"I wasn't" You paused, "I moved on a long time ago, unlike you, no one moves on in the span of two weeks".

"Her friends told me she doesn't like me! "

"So what? That makes it right? I don't care if she likes you or not, I care if you like her or not. If I'm just your second choice, this won't work. Pansy told me that I'm better than any boys in Hogwarts, and I agree with her! Because boys like you suck"

"I like you, okay? Will you get that into your thick skull?" Theodore groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You're weird" You said, "what about me Is weird? " Theo asks.

"Your on and off stuff. You act interested, then when I actually wanna talk to you you get so dry, do you not think of that? Or you're actually really dumb? "

"You ignored me too"

"That's because I wanted you to feel what I felt! "

You honestly felt sad but, anger was more visible. But Theo looked emotionless. He wasn't happy, angry, sad, he was just there.

You both wanted to say something, but you didn't. Neither you nor Theo said a thing. You opened your bag and found your book, well, technically his.

"Here's a book that i borrowed" You said, giving it to him. "You can keep it" Theo pushed the book back to you, but your hand didn't budge. "No thanks, theo.. Ive written somethings in pencil. Don't worry too much because it's so thin you could barely tell what I wrote, a single swipe with your finger or eraser, it'll be gone".

A week has passed. And you knew for a fact he didn't re read the book.

On your favorite page, you wrote 'three broomsticks, next month, 9:00 AM? ' a month ago.

You knew way more than to come there, or did you?

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

Summary: Theodore Nott came to learn that an inciting incident can alter the course of history. Lucius Malfoy’s fall led to Draco’s dark mark and the death of Dumbledore. The rise of the Dark Lord urged Harry Potter into hiding and Death Eaters into prominence. And then there was Amycus Carrow, with his tainted hands on Y/N, who forced Theodore Nott to do the unforgivable.

Warnings: Sexual assault, attempted rape, graphic description of violence, panic attacks

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Non-Slytherin!Reader

Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 5.8K

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐬. The lines between the two flow steadily, each following its own cadence. And yet, despite their distinct course and the light years between them, they somehow find a way to draw parameters of joint space. Somehow, someway, they eventually overlap—meeting each other at the apex of catalysts and the twists between junctures to shape history and write the present.

Today starts like most stories do: quaint and subtle, setting the tone for an inciting incident that will tip this fable on its axis.

It’s a typical day, or as typical as it could get during Y/N’s last year at Hogwarts. She’s sitting at the far end of her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, donning the same apprehensive expression as all her classmates. The turmoil that governs the halls is a jarring contrast to the flourishing and effervescent school of witchcraft and wizardry Hogwarts once was.

In this mangled reality, there are specks of the idyllic tales she’s heard about, and witnessed, growing up. Slytherins and Gryffindors sustain their infamous rivalry while in search of their individual purpose, purebloods hold themselves on par with Merlin himself, and more often than not, students find refuge in a forgotten nuke in Hogwarts when the burden of magic becomes too heavy to bear.

In the first drafts of the story, Hogwarts held its students under one embrace. But now, as we’re nearing a hazy end, an isolating veil drapes over the school, fracturing it into fewer than four houses and dividing it more than ever before.

“Now, as Barty Crouch Junior has so tirelessly shared, you have already been acquainted with Merlin’s three most formidable spells,” Alecto Carrow, one of Voldemort’s trusted Death Eaters explains. Her heels dig into the marble floors of the classroom, their screeches ricocheting across the walls in warning.

“The Unforgivables,” her brother Amycus eagerly finishes. His yellow teeth wither under the dim light of the darkened sun as his arms open wide. It’s unsettling how he and his sister welcome such misfortune so openly.

As it happens every single time the Carrow twins revel in the darkest boulevards of magic, Y/N shifts in her seat until she’s nearly imperceptible. Each time, her eyes rove the expanse of the classroom, seeking out the comfort of peculiar hazel eyes. Within just ten seconds, her wandering gaze comes to rest on the idle brown walls, a weight of defeat settling upon her.

Upon her reluctant return to Hogwarts this year, Y/N was met with a torrent of unimaginable changes, starting with students being separated not only based on their house but also their blood status.

Purebloods became a procession of peacocks—majestic, refined, otherworldly. Only allowed to flick around with students of the same upper class.

Half-bloods, on the other hand, belong to inconsistent ideologies. They teeter on the precipice of honor, waiting for Death Eaters like Umbridge and whoever else is in the Ministry to decide their fate.

Muggleborns, it's best not to get started.

Y/N doodles a few meaningless shapes, swirling her quill around the parchment as she thinks of Theodore. Lately, it's become increasingly difficult to talk to him, let alone spot him, with all the changes in place.

Her classmates know she’s not paying attention and that she's only pretending she has her nose buried deep in her notes. Her quill, which scratches against the parchment, is nothing but a ruse to get the Carrows off her scent.

This class truly has nothing to offer except for a modicum of nostalgia and a barrage of abuse, so if the Carrows are so gullible to believe that Y/N is actively listening, then so be it.

By now, she takes it a step further, looking up to meet the eyes of the young children brought forth by the Carrows. She’s mastered the art of stoicism to a T, gazing at their expressions without showing a measly emotion. But every single time, she finds herself transported eons back to a time when things were drastically better.

Her memories vary, depending on whatever catalyst she encounters. She recalls seeing a girl with ginger waves once, and her mind acted on autopilot, bringing her back to the times she and her friends would huddle in their common room to animatedly talk about the latest Weasley prank.

At the previous hints of pink, she remembered Umbridge when she was finally escorted outside of Hogwarts grounds.

And today, her memories are not too different. Bittersweet at best and wistful at most.

She finds a boy biting down on his lower lip. He’s a Gryffindor, judging by the color of his tie, more so by his audaciousness when he decides to lift his head and contain his fear. His eyes are hazel, edging closer to honey brown underneath the dim light of the classroom. And her mind is cruel enough to conjure the image of Theodore hovering above her naked body with lustful hazel eyes and abused fiery lips.

Theodore doesn’t particularly fancy his eye color—he doesn’t quite fancy much about himself. He’s not oblivious to his popularity, but unlike Draco Malfoy, who shines like the stars, Theodore Nott glows like the moon in a dance of subtlety and intensity; a paradoxical luminosity that always leaves Y/N in awe.

He never particularly bothered her during their first couple of years at Hogwarts, which explains why they never interacted until their fifth year. Back when Umbridge was foul toward the student population, especially vile toward anyone of lesser blood.

Dennis Creevey, who had been a first-year at that time, fell victim to her malice. His penance for being born to muggle parents was bloodily etched on his hand. Y/N tried to help him, even though her own hand was hurting just as badly. The healing spells didn’t counter the dark magic infused in the quills, and while she could handle the pain, the poor eleven-year-old couldn’t.

"May I?" a voice softly breathed from behind her, causing her to jump slightly. She turned to see the unexpected sight of Theodore Nott, dressed in an emerald green tie and an aura of pristine silver. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, and her hands trembled, a reaction heightened by the delicate hints of cinnamon swirling in the air.

When Theodore pulled out his wand, Dennis cowered. And to her surprise, Theodore’s face fell. Yet he quickly covered his crestfallen expression with a mask of pure stoicism.

Y/N’s gaze meandered away from the Slytherin and settled on the young Gryffindor. “It’s okay, Dennis,” she recalled herself saying at the time, even though she hadn’t mentally given her words the green light to tumble out of her mouth. Both Dennis and Theodore seemed equally surprised, turning their heads her way. “He’s not going to hurt you.”

Maybe it was the softness of Theodore’s hazel eyes, or maybe it was how he abstained from touching the boy's bruised hand and elected to kneel to his level. To this day, Y/N doesn’t know what exactly made her fall for Theodore at that exact moment in time.

Yet, all she knows in certainty is that she’s in love with Theodore Aurelius Nott. Pureblood, Slytherin Elite, Son of Darkness. But what can she do if one glance at his hazel orbs leaves her drowning in the depths of his moonshine?

“Miss Y/L/N!”

Y/N’s head jerks when a protruding voice disturbs her reverie. She chances a glance at the front of the classroom, finding Alecto Carrow’s lidded eyes on her. Bright and sage, a stark contrast to the malevolence nestled within them.

“Yes?” Y/N wonders aloud.

“Given your diligence in recording the theoretical aspect of The Unforgivables, I believe it’s time for you to engage in the practicalities of said lesson,” Alecto announces with a tone that leaves no room for negotiation or refutation.

With a sharp nod, she ushers Y/N out of her seat, beckoning her over until she's two steps away from her. Y/N stands idly, unaware of whether she's going to role-play as the tormentor or the tormented. But her internal questions are answered the moment Amycus Carrow shoves the Gryffindor boy with hazel eyes into her line of sight.

"Go on." Alecto wears a sinister expression as she levels Y/N with a taunting smile. "Demonstrate your aptitude to the class.”

Y/N doesn't step back nor does she shy away. She clings to the apathetic front she's adopted from her boyfriend, her gaze falling on the young boy, and her thoughts drowning out Alecto's sharp voice. By the time Amycus asks her to draw out her wand, she's mustered up enough confidence to answer with a terse "no."

“What do you mean no, you insolent brat!” Alecto bellows, being the first to succumb to her temper. For a snake, she is known to be as hot-headed as a lion.

“I refuse to perform any curse on anyone,” Y/N clarifies, purposefully refraining from calling her “professor.” And if she had half a brain cell, perhaps she would’ve figured it out.

“Is that so?” Alecto challenges.

“Yes.”

“Very well, despicable half-breed. You know the rules. You’re either the rodent or the snake. Guess you’ll always be the former.”

She's calm and aloof on the outside, but Y/N is dreading what’s coming next. She’s never fallen victim to the Cruciatus, though she has heard all about it from Theodore and his friends—even once from Harry.

She watches with steady eyelashes as Alecto draws her wand and points it at her. Although the curse is released, and screams reverberate across the walls, both Alecto and Y/N remain silent.

To Y/N's horror, the young Gryffindor boy thrashes on the ground with clenched fists and agonizing wails. Above him, Amycus stands like a conductor, his wand beckoning the crooked notes of the boy's voice to rise to a crescendo.

Finally, the screams die down, extinguishing and feeding the anguish of every student at once. Amycus turns to address the class, dismissing them all except for one. “You go ahead, Alecto,” he directs toward his sister. “If the little mouse wishes to squeak, then she’ll have to suffer graver consequences than what you have to offer.”

Whatever Amycus has in mind seems to appease Alecto. Her expression is mirthful as she grabs the robes of the young Gryffindor boy and sweeps him out of the class, using his body as a cleaning broom.

The students all file out, their glances lingering on Y/N. As the last of the students leaves, Amycus turns to the young girl.

“Your wand, Miss Y/L/N,” he demands. Y/N debates not giving it to him, but she knows if she doesn’t, he’ll come and collect it himself. So, she reluctantly hands it over. “Ah, pretty little thing. What’s the core?”

“Dragon heartstring.”

“Fitting for a spitfire like you.”

“I thought I was a meek little mouse,” Y/N counters, making Amycus grin.

“You are a lot of things, little girl,” he replies as he twirls her wand in his hand. “The wood?”

“Larch.”

“Enlighten me, Y/L/N,” Amycus voices out. If Y/N’s a mouse, then he seems to enjoy being a cat. His long and calloused fingers trace her wand while he circles her, trying to break her resolve. “What does the wood say about you?”

The question strokes her ear, carried by Amycus’ ghastly voice. Y/N stills, not seeing where he’s going. She jolts as Amycus taps the wand against her thigh, particularly the exposed skin between her skirt and stockings.

“It’s best paired with wizards and witches who possess hidden talents,” she replies tersely.

The hum coming from her side indicates that Amycus is listening—paying attention, though, not so much, considering he’s rather preoccupied with poking her skin with her wand while rotating around her.

He’s playing with his food, Y/N tells herself, knowing this is just another trick of his. Somewhere in his sadist brain, his senses are sparking with delight at the prospect of Y/N’s discomfort, relishing the power he has over her.

A part of her wants to jam her wand in his eyes, pluck his eyeballs out, and proceed to stuff each in his nostrils. But another part of her stands idle, not even blinking as he keeps up his ministrations.

Amycus smiles, taking up more of her personal space. Y/N’s senses are lit on fire as he traces her wand across her body. “Is your mouth a part of those talents, filthy witch? You don’t talk much, but rotten girls like you must know how to use their mouths.”

“To scream, I presume,” Y/N breathes. Her quip hits Amycus right in the face, and the maniac grins. His face is painted with a nefarious glee, that of a predator eager to feast on its prey.

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The unsettling sensation against her ribs dissipates when Amycus pulls the wand away, but the apprehension still lingers. As she mentally prepares herself for the inevitable pain that comes along with the Cruciatus, Amycus’ hand cups her chin, and his molten lips crash against hers. The sensation is so crippling and unfavorable it sends her tumbling back into the table.

The pressure on YN’s cheeks intensifies until it becomes sharp and metallic. Fingers dig into her flesh, paving a path for Amycus’ tongue to follow. Though her hands slap against his chest, legs flailing around, he continues his exploration in the depths of her throat.

It feels like he’s finally thrown her off a cliff, yet with all the energy Y/N can muster, she pushes his body away and slaps him across the face.

He looks at her with unadulterated rage. Y/N forgoes reading his face in favor of bolting toward the door. But before she reaches the handle, she’s yanked back by her robes. The fabric tears, as does her heart. Amycus then throws her on top of the teacher’s desk and catches both her wrists in his hand.

“Pitty your blood is impure, little witch. If you had to match your filthy mouth with something, I’d rather it be your pussy than your blood.”

“Get off me,” Y/N enunciates with a quiver in her voice. It seems to feed Amycus’ wicked desires because she suddenly finds him nipping at her neck in pure delight.

“You’ve disobeyed my direct order. When witches are bad, they’re punished.”

“You’re sick!”

“And you’re delicious.”

Y/N takes a deep breath, burying his face further in the junction between her neck and shoulder. His kisses are filthy, heavy, frigid. They make her body feel like ice—they make her feel as if she's been snatched and thrown into the depths of the Dark Lake.

Amycus' hands grab her waist and flip her over until her gaze meets the darkness of the desk’s wood. If the sensation of the wand against her thigh left acid in her mouth, then Amycus’ fingers left her with bile overwhelming her senses.

“What a pretty little ass you’re hiding under here. It was made to be ruined.”

Y/N doesn’t have time to panic. In fluid movements, Amycus lifts her skirt, rips off the shorts she typically wears beneath, and spanks her ass.

She yelps, struggling against the hand against her back that’s keeping her on the desk. She’s hit one more time and then two and three. The slaps are forceful and fiery, leaving her skin scalded and singed.

A roar erupts from the depths of her soul when she feels a finger easing her thong. The force of her scream catches Amycus off guard, enough for Y/N to elbow him and dive to the ground for her wand.

“Cruc—”

“Oh, so now you want to cast it!”

With ease, Amycus manages to slap Y/N’s wand away. He ruthlessly places his palm against her stomach, pushing her back to the ground.

Her head aches from the force of the blow, a scream barrelling through the space between her lips when Amycus towers over her, digging his obsidian nails into her skin.

“It’s a shame that the most delightful toys happen to be the filthiest. Maybe this will teach you and your kind that you will forever remain beneath us.”

Y/N cries as Amycus incapacitates her lips. She squirms underneath his body, vaguely aware of the fabric he’s tearing in half, though oblivious to what clothing item it belongs to.

She tries to non-verbally cast a spell, but her mind is too distracted to focus on the incantation. All she knows is that she needs to get Amycus off her. And yet, no amount of strength in her hands or her spells manages to draw him to a stop.

His spit traces her lower lip, tantalizingly closing the distance between her mouth and collarbone. Y/N shudders, bellowing at the thought of his saliva trailing her skin.

She wails, screams, and shouts until she realizes that Amycus probably cast Silencio without her knowing. Though futile, she tries to push his body weight off her, even resorts to kicking his ribs.

It doesn’t work... until by some miracle from Merlin himself Amycus’ body flies toward the back wall, releasing her.

Scene End

Y/N gasps, pushing her palms against the tiled floor and lifting herself to a sitting position. Her chest heaves as she looks at the discarded fabric of her skirt, the scattered buttons of her shirt, and the remains of her robe that are haphazardly strewn across the room.

Faint sounds register at the back of her mind. A heavy breath, mirroring her own, emanates from behind, accompanied by an erratic heartbeat that matches hers. Amidst it all, she picks up on Amycus’s forlorn groans, muffled by the surrounding darkness. Resilient ropes now bind his hands and feet, rendering him completely motionless.

“Get Y/N out of here,” a voice orders. It’s far away—at least, Y/N thinks so. But despite the fog around its edges, she can somehow sense the enmity lacing it.

Before she can process the shadows creeping closer to her side, a robe is draped over her shoulders as arms wrap securely around her.

She thrashes against the man holding her, trying to repel his hands from her body. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says in a low octave. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. I promise you. He can't touch you anymore.”

The voice carries a bit of an edge, yet it’s the most soothing sound she’s heard all day. Her lips quiver as she internally fights with her thoughts, head spinning and shaking in defeat.

The halls around her move fast, time seemingly irrelevant at this point. She’s crying and mumbling incoherently, burying her face in the fabric of this stranger’s clothes, which smell like a familiar blend of mint and citrus.

The robe is wrapped tighter around her shoulders, and she receives a faint squeeze as she’s brought up a staircase. Words are whispered, a door is opened, and voices mingle with one another until a delicate tone enters her headspace.

“Draco, who’s that you’re carrying?”

“It’s Y/N,” the male voice, the one belonging to Draco, replies. Draco kicks open a door and places Y/N on the bed. She wails even more at the action, curling herself into a ball—at this point, she doesn’t know if she should be relieved or terrified.

“What the hell happened to her?”

“Lower your voice, Pansy! Can’t you see she’s scared enough?”

Pansy stutters for a few seconds before asking again, “Who did this to her?”

Draco hesitates, looking between the two young women. “Amycus,” he replies. And though it’s barely a mumble, it’s enough to send Y/N spiraling.

Pansy’s jade eyes tread carefully as they peer over Y/N’s frail body. She sees the red marks on her hands and the blood that seeps from the cuts on her face. “Cruciatus?” she asks, but something in her tone makes it obvious that it’s just wishful thinking.

“No,” Draco answers. Y/N’s sniffles and shudders fill the air as Pansy and Draco exchange silent glances. Y/N clutches her throat, rubbing it to try and get herself more oxygen.

“What do we do?”

Draco's footsteps echo as he retreats toward the door. “You're going to her clean up. If Theo hasn’t killed Amycus yet, I’m going to join him in his pursuit.”

There was something in that last line that clamped agony around Y/N’s heart, squeezing like a vice. She wept, only vaguely conscious of Pansy’s soothing touch in her hair and the remnants of Draco's anger looming around the room.

The mirror in the bathroom captures two girls in its glassy frame. One of them is put together while the other looks worse for wear. Y/N stares at her wild reflection, moroseness painting her irises. A tiny sob escapes her barely parted lips, and Pansy decides to tear Y/N’s attention away from the broken girl staring at them through the mirror.

She softly holds Y/N's hand and helps her to the shower, turning her head when Y/N undresses and then carefully cleans her blotched skin. Once they’re done, she lends Y/N some pajamas and underwear, giving her the privacy and space to change into them before helping her dry her hair.

Wordlessly, Pansy leads Y/N away from the mirror. Her grip is firm as she swings open the bathroom door. Y/N squints against the sudden invasion of light from the room beyond. Her gaze takes in the expanse of her surroundings and the rich emerald hue of the Head Dorm's walls. Then, her eyes lock on two men. One with platinum blond hair and the other with brunette locks, both embracing the shadows with deadly intent in their fiery eyes.

She bristles, caught between shying away and clutching the attention she’s receiving from them. Y/N doesn’t dwell on their appearance for too long, afraid to develop the ability to read their eyes and stumble across the shame and pity possibly nestled within them.

Pansy whispers something under her breath, which Y/N fails to hear under the barrage of despondency she finds herself in. She feels Pansy’s hesitant touch on her forearm, briefly catching her and Draco retreating away, the door to the room closing behind them in a soft thud.

Silence runs freely around the room, undeterred by the confined space. Its loudness disturbs Y/N, forcing her to wince. She wills herself to say something, but all the words are lodged in her throat, searing it from the inside out.

Theodore takes a deep breath, the sound piercing the stillness in the air. But his words don’t leave his mouth the same way his gaze never paces beyond a fixed point on the ground.

“Why are you not looking at me?” Y/N asks. She’s surprised that she’s articulated her thoughts even though she doesn’t have enough strength to speak.

Theodore shakes his head. “I can’t”. His words have finally forced his gaze away from the ground, although he’s refusing to settle it on her.

“I wouldn’t look at me either. I get it.” Y/N sniffles. Darkness clouds her sight. She’s tired and aching, barely finding her grip on reality.

She wants to scream, and she wants to cry, but it’s like she doesn’t know how. Like her mainframe has been hijacked and forced to shut down.

Something in her periphery catches her attention. Theodore is now standing before her, hands trembling by his sides. They move to embrace her waist, to hold her shoulders, to cup her face; but they never do. They only trace invisible lines that mirror her figure. It’s then that she notices the fray in his gaze. Instead of the rejection and the indifference she expected to find, there’s dejectedness, misery, and pain.

“I would look at you forever if you let me,” Theodore answers with his hands hanging in the space between them. “If you would still allow me.”

“Touch me,” Y/N retorts. Hold me, find me, fix me, love me.

And Theodore does just that with unprecedented gentleness. He traces her cheeks with his thumb and pulls her by the waist closer to his side. His nose nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent. His lips press against the shell of her ear, his warm breath penetrating her soul and sending a fond tingle down her spine.

He touches her, not like she’s a porcelain doll or a bomb about to detonate. Theodore touches her like she’s the most precious piece of art he’s ever encountered, and he’s afraid that even one stumbled breath could force her colors away.

“I love you,” he confesses. A loan tear accompanies his declaration, inscribing the words on the fabric of Y/N’s soul. “And I am so sorry. So sorry, my love, for what my absence and negligence have put you through.”

“Theo…”

“No, Y/N. Don’t. Don’t try to say anything.”

Theodore wipes her tears, gently tucking some loose strands of her hair behind her ears. Y/N nods, allowing her boyfriend to hoist her in his arms and carry her to bed. She hides her face in his neck, absorbing the lingering traces of his sandalwood perfume.

When he places her on the bed, she notices the change in his demeanor as soon as she tangles her legs with his and rushes to press his hands against his chest. Her eyes fill with tears, and she fails to prepare herself for the rejection that she’s afraid might be rushing her way.

To her astonishment, Theodore pulls her into a tighter hug, as if seeking a connection beyond the surface, binding together not only their skin but also the intricate layers below—souls, hearts, atoms.

“Did he…” Theodore pauses, choking on unspoken words. “Did he go far?”

Y/N shook her head. “No. You and Draco came just in time.”

“Barely,” Theodore denies. A stolen glance gives Y/N a clear view of his clenched jaw and crestfallen expression. The war may be looming, yet to find its way to the Wizarding World, but it has already made a dominion in Theodore’s features.

“Just in time.” Minutes pass while Y/N is cocooned protectively in between Theodore’s strong arms. They encase her, filling her being with the placidity and the tenderness that was robbed of her some time ago. Her eyes close, darkness not as fearful as it seemed now that Theodore’s hands are weaving through her hair, and his voice is carrying a tender lullaby. “How did you know?”

Theodore’s hands falter and the lullaby ends on an abrupt note. His arms pull Y/N closer to his chest as he ruefully explains what happened, “A Gryffindor boy found me. He was frightened and jittery. At first, I thought it was because Draco and I were standing together. Then he said something about Defense class, the Carrows, and the Cruciatus. Your name got suddenly tangled in the gruesomeness of it all, so I rushed to the class as far as I could."

“They wanted me to hurt him,” Y/N whispers in a small voice.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t do it.”

Theodore looks at her with glassy eyes. “I know you would never.”

His hands sooth Y/N, featherless touches easing the altercation in her soul. She meets his gaze, heart shattering at the pain he harbors. She knows it’s not easy for Theodore to be a silent witness to torture and heartache, understanding his unconscious pursuit of absorbing pain and rooting it in his very being.

“Please,” she begins, “please, Theo. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I’ve failed you.”

“You haven’t.”

He declines vehemently, “I promised to protect you from the darkness, within me and beyond me. And I have clearly done neither.”

You had no way of knowing! Y/N argued in her head. You, alone, cannot stop this madness! So many rebuttals swarmed her head. She wanted to pelt Theodore with every single one of them until some sense got knocked into him. “Darkness,” he says so loosely as if he’s ever exposed her to any of it.

All her memories of Theodore exuded radiance, softness, and peace. He’s only ever steered her away from the darkness, whether it was from Umbridge’s rage back in their fifth year or Bellatrix’s terror at the end of their sixth.

To hear him speak of himself like this, as if he’s one of them, a shadow branded by the mark of death, hurts her more than everything Amycus did to her.

“What did you do to Amycus?”

The name causes Theodore’s heart to falter beneath the palm of Y/N’s hands. Her eyes trace the veins of his neck, astounded by the voraciousness of their color as his anger escalates. “Do not say that vermin’s name.”

Darkness, Theodore would call it if he sees himself now. And yet, all the world is witnessing according to Y/N is a darker shade of love and concern: just as sincere, a lot more warm.

“Carrow,” she concedes. “What did you do to Carrow?”

“I wanted to kill him,” Theodore answers, studying Y/N’s face for a reaction. “I almost killed him.” If he was looking for disgust or worse, fear, he couldn’t find it.

“And why didn’t you?”

“Draco called for Snape.”

Y/N hums, absentmindedly reaching for Theodore’s hand. He hesitates when he feels her fingers entwining with his, his entire body tensing up. Y/N whines, and he takes a deep breath. His fingers lace hers, squeezing her hand before bringing it to his lips.

“Are you in trouble?”

“No, treasure. No one but that scum is. Snape said nothing. He bound his hands and escorted him to his office.”

“Good,” Y/N replies.

“That’s not all,” Theodore intercedes, catching her attention. She shifts in his arms, waiting for his next words with a bated breath. “We’re getting out of here.”

“What?” came Y/N’s question, loud, sharp, and clear. It resonated across the room, its intensity surprising her.

“I didn’t kill him,” Theodore admits. He’s moved now, body peering away from Y/N’s hold to better study her features. She keeps them the way they are, with no sign of the acrimony or the resentment she suspects Theodore is looking for. “But I uttered the curse. Draco countered it somehow, and it rebounded. Hit the wall instead. It cracked it, the same way I cracked every single bone in his body and watched him bleed.”

As the words fill the space between them, Y/N rushes to grab Theodore’s hands. She inspects them, surprised to find them bruising. How did I not notice this? She whimpers at her late realization—her neglect. But now that his marred skin is beneath the scrutiny of her gaze, she notices that the blue and purple hues are rather dull in comparison to his story.

Almost as if Theodore understood her silent concerns, he says, “Cruciatus.” Y/N bristles, though her body is traitorous. It jolts, feeling the residue of the invisible needles and acid-laced knives. “Sectumsempra and a number of other curses that flew out of my mouth without thought when I saw you lying on the ground, bloody, bruised, broken. Torn apart by a mediocre middle-aged man, who deserves nothing but to be decapitated, torn limb by limb, until there’s not even a speck of his ashes left on the—”

“Theo,” Y/N calls. Her voice quivers, mirroring the tremble in her body provoked by those words. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry,” Theodore sniffs, head bending down.

Y/N rushes to answer, shaking her head violently. “No. I can’t… I can’t watch you tear yourself apart over something you had no control over.”

“I—”

“Listen to me! Listen to me and not the lies inside your head. Does it hurt? Yes. Does it burn? More than a Fienfyre cast by the Dark Lord himself. But you weren’t there—no, Theo, come back to me and stop traveling in time inside your head.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Theo defended. “Merlin, Y/N. I was supposed to be there! To stop all of this from happening. You’re in pain more than I am. So, stop subduing my anger!”

“I’m subduing your self-deprecation! I’m not blaming you, and I will not fan the flames of your anger. You had no way, no way, of knowing Carrow would do this.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he answers with a little less fight and a lot more shame.

“And you did, Theo,” Y/N assures, bringing herself closer to his side. “You got me out. You saved me. In time.”

“Barely!” Theodore screams, a deluge of tears running down his cheeks and burying his resolve in their undertow. “But I will save you this time. I’ll get you out. Both of us. I’ll take you away, somewhere you won’t be judged for your blood or your mistake in choosing me.”

“You’re not a mistake,” Y/N refutes, begging him to see. “Look at you. You call yourself a vision of darkness when your love and care are shining through.”

“My love is darkness, viciousness, and cruelty.” It’s almost as if he’s the one begging her to understand.

Tears cascade down Y/N’s cheeks, the saltiness and bitterness of them incomparable to Theodore’s words. “Your love is fierceness,” Y/N professes, taking Theodore’s breath away, “seamlessness, and warmth.”

“I made you live through pain,” Theodore pleads, hoping she agrees. But she doesn't.

“And I will live after it. With you.”

The confession shatters the last of Theodore’s resolve. He pulls Y/N closer, resting his chin atop her head and enveloping her in a secure embrace. “I’m so sorry,” he cries. His fingers weave through her hair, gripping the back of her head, anchoring himself in her presence—convincing himself that she’s here. “You are so strong, treasure. Stronger than life and death, brighter than light, and fiercer than shadows. I love you, my Y/N. And I swear on your head and on my mother’s last breath that I will protect you even if I have to do the unforgivable. No one will ever hurt you ever again.”

“I know,” Y/N nods as Theodore kisses the crown of her head. Each breath he takes, every word he utters, stitches through her soul, mending the threads of herself. “And I love you all the more for it.”

“You’ve endured a war. I’ll be damned if I let you face another,” Theodore promises, capturing Y/N’s lips and seamlessly merging his soul with hers.

Tomorrow remains uncertain, and control extends only so far across the horizon. Yet, with Theodore by her side, Y/N finds the darkness considerably less formidable. Even if he's willing to commit the unforgivable to shield her, forgiveness is a given. His love is the tranquility that follows the tempest, and she's ready to navigate through destruction with Theodore.

I never expected to write about a topic as painful and sensitive as SA or rape.

Hearing the multiple accounts of women around me made me see how these experiences are prevalent yet scarcely communicated. When I wrote this piece, it was with no intention to diminish the seriousness of the issue but rather use this platform as a conduit to raise the matter and bring it to light. Whether you’ve been personally impacted by this disheartening situation or witnessed someone close to you go through this, I want you to know that you are not alone. You are incredibly brave for enduring this, and there is no reason to feel ashamed. You lived through it and will live after it with even more fierceness and courage than you've ever had.

If you ever feel like talking, please know that I am here to listen, without judgment or reservation. 🤍

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One of your girls| Theo Nott

Warnings: making out, smoking, curse words, toxic relationship kinda, both people being HELLA bipolar

Summary: Theo decides to start hooking up with Mattheo's sister until she asks to be public..

Being in love with your brother's best friend is the most complicated thing. Mattheo's already told Selena and Theo separately that nothing could happen between you two.

But did either of you listen? Fuck, no. Selena's been hooking up with Theo for the past two months. And fuck did it feel amazing, sure they weren't able to hang out publicly but that didn't stop them from going to amusement parks and malls together.

As soon as the sun went down they were able to have the moments they couldn't during the day, but how long did they have to do this for until they could be official? How long did Selena have to lie to the only person who knows her best?

Selena is by the window in her bedroom, smoking a cigarette that she stole from Mattheo's room until she hears a knock on her door. She quickly puts it on the floor and smashes it with her kitten heel slipper. "Come in!" Theo opens the door and steps inside, smiling.

He sees the cigarette on the floor, he chuckles a little. "you couldn't have just thrown it in the bin?" He remarks jokingly, shutting the door behind him. "I thought you were Mattheo," Selena says as Theo sits beside her on the bed. "Nope. Though I was wondering why he'd bother to knock in his own house." Theo leans on his arm, looking at Selena with eyes of lust and desire. Selena was always really hard to read but that didn't stop Theo, she said nothing back to him. He let out a frustrated sigh, "What's wrong?" "I don't know, you tell me" Selena says sarcastically, Theo rolls his eyes. "Okay, smartass..." He pushes himself off the bed and picks up another cigarette from off the floor. "I thought you said you didn't like smoking,"

"What are you gonna do? Tell my brother? He wouldn't do anything unless I tell him that his best mate is hooking up with his sister" Theo raises an eyebrow at her again like he doesn't believe what she's saying. "You seriously think he wouldn't care? He'd kill me if he knew."

"But seriously, what's wrong baby?" Baby. The one word that could make Selena completely break down. "Us! I don't know how long I can keep our relationship or whatever the fuck we are from everyone! I want to be with you! You make me feel all special and loved but the next day you're with my brother like nothing happened!" Theo runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip.

"Look," he says in a serious tone. "We've talked about this. We both know it wouldn't work. Mattheo's my best friend and it would just cause a conflict between us all if we-" "I saw you with Astoria" Selena cuts him off as another tear stains her cheek, Theo's jaw clenches. Looking away and then lets out a long sigh. "That's different...." he mutters

"How the fuck is that different, Theo?! She was all over you but when I talk to Cedric for a damn project, you punch him!" "Well- it's just- look, y'know you're different." He pauses, not knowing how to put it into words. "You'll never be just an option to me. She's just an option. I can switch from girl to girl but nothing can make me switch from you." Theo puts his hand on her cheek as the other runs through her hair. "but there's always gonna be other girls, right?"

"yeah..." Theo looks away. This wasn't the best time time to tell her but he couldn't lie to her anymore. "But there's no girl who can make me feel the way you do." "y'know that, Sel" Theo says as he grabs her chin and lifts her face to meet his eyes. "I mean why do you think I don't want to be with you? I don't wanna hook up with a bunch of random girls. I want you. I always have"

"then why am I a secret?" Selena says as her mascara runs down her face. "Selena....." Theo sighs "I just......." He pauses, thinking back to the conversation with Mattheo. Then, he wipes the tears off of her face. "I know that things are just a little complicated right now...."

“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly says, his tone now very soft and gentle. “why are you still trying to go on about us when we both know where this is going? you’re only going to end up hurting yourself.”

"but I want you, Theo. I want us to be the same even when the door isn't closed" Theo takes Selena into his arms as she curls into his lap." me too, Selena," he says in a sincere tone, taking her hands in his. “believe me, if there was a way for us to be together I’d do it.” he pauses, running his thumb along the back of one of her hands. “and do you think I haven't felt this way about you? I want you but I just can't ruin what I have with Mattheo..”

"you won't, he'll be way more mad that I'm hurting myself over you than being with you" Selena tries to convince Theo, He takes a deep breath as he rubs her shoulder gently. "Selena, you're gonna be okay," he says in a soft tone. "you're gonna meet some other handsome guy. and he'll fall in love with you and everything will work out. just not me."

"I don't want anyone else, don't leave. Theo, I want you" Selena panics as she begins to tear up again "…I want you too. but—“ he pauses, struggling to find the words to explain to her why he couldn’t be with her.

“I can't.” he takes a deep breath and starts to pull away. “I’m sorry Sel.” "Theo, please" Selena says as she hugs Theo tighter. he tenses up a little, not expecting the hug. But he hugs her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “we can’t do this,” He whispers into her ear, trying really hard to not feel anything.

"I don't care," Selena sobs, Theo lets out a heavy sigh and his muscles loosen. “Selena, stop…” He says gently, running his hand through her hair and pulling her face up to meet his eyes. “We talked about this. this isn't going to work."

"I wanna be one of your girls, Theo" Theo swallows hard, biting his lip. “I know you do…” he looks away, his eyes dropping down to her mouth. It hurt to hear her talk about herself like that but she wasn’t wrong.

a silence hangs between them, the only noise being their breaths. "then let me," “Selena…” Theo says almost pleadingly, pulling her closer to him. He wants to. More than anything he wants this. but.. “don't you see this is just gonna end badly?”

"I don't care if it ends badly, I just don't want to end now"Theo frowns, feeling his heart aching for her. If only he could be selfish right now. He closes his eyes and rubs his thumb across her cheek, pulling her closer to him again. “are you sure..?” Theo whispers into her neck. Selena nods,

"I love you, Theo" Theo shivers as Selena's words sink in. This wasn’t good. He could still back out of this. But he didn’t want to.

“I love you too.” Theo leans in, pressing his hands against her waist as he kisses her softly. Her lips tasted like strawberries, Theo slowly pulled her closer. His hands moved up Selena's back and held onto her waist. Every few seconds he pulls away to look into the depths of her brown eyes, Selena runs her fingers through Theo's hair.

He groans softly as he leans in to kiss her neck, pulling her closer by her hips until they both hear Selena's door creak open

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patrophthia · 9 months

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theodore nott headcanons

these are just my personal characterisations of theodore nott and just me rambling about him bc i love him. please let me know some of your own head canons of him and let’s talk about it!!

this has no word counts, not beta read, just fueled by my love for theodore (be kind about it please)

let’s start of with some canon complaints ones!

from what we know theodore (physically) has dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin and was described as lanky/tall. based off of these, i think he definitely has a few girls outwardly crushing on him. like how can you not when he’s quiet and tall? honestly i get.

theodore, with his pale skin, would honestly get flustered very easily and you can tell by his ears!! HIS EARS THAT TURNS RED WHEN HE FEELS JUST SLIGHT EMBARRASSED AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER (im taking no arguments here) i said what i said. theo would def keep his hair longer to help mask this little quirk of his and it would work for the most part, if not for the red tips shining through his dark locks from time to time

with how tall he is, i think he’d be pretty clumsy and uncoordinated but it’s just that he has amazing luck that no one ever gets to see him fall flat on his face.

he’s smart, we know this, but i think he’d definitely be book smart rather than street smart (that’s why blaise is in the picture), he’d be pretty closed off and intimidating to anyone who wasn’t part of his friend group, def the type to glare at you if you looked at him wrong

never held hand romantically before, this man gives off straight up ‘no bitches 🤨’ vibes

always needs comforts/hugs or any kind of support but would isolate himself from anyone who tries to provide him any of that because he’s scared of being seen as vulnerable by them

so so hard to read when you first meet him, but the more you spend just literally sitting by his sides you start to able to differentiate between his hums and nods (that’s all you’ll get from him so long as he’s sober and not your boyfriend)

i personally think seventeen’s jeon wonwoo is so so fitting for theodore (or atleast the theodore i write) he has the very cold closed off ice prince thing going on but is such a cutie i love him

now for some romantic traits one

isn’t the biggest fan of PDA —that is if it’s not him initiating it, i feel theo is the type to hold your hand under your desk, or linked pinkies as you walked down the streets, he’s very subtle with his touches but he likes having you in his hands? (if that makes sense)

forehead kisses enthusiast!!!! he would leave a small little peck on your forehead whenever you’d separate for your own classes, he does it very quick —so quick that no one ever catches it and it’s just between you and him and it’s so sickeningly sweet

would have a hard time with impromptu dates, theodore is the type to go all out when it comes to date so when the slightest thing goes wrong he thinks the whole date is wrong and you’re going to break up with him (please reassure him that you aren’t)

has a pet of some sort, he’s such a loser there’s no way he doesn’t have one; convinced you to adopt a v chubby grey cat on your first anniversary, ernie is a very happy member of the family!

isn’t the biggest pet name user? i know i write theodore using princess a lot but it’s mostly to avoid using y/n. but truthfully i think theodore would mostly call you by your name, and on the rare occasions he uses a pet name it would be between baby or my love

lovveeees being called pet name though, call him sweetheart and watch him be at your beck and call

when he loves he loves hard, you can’t tell me theodore wouldn’t be obsessed with you when you’re together. when it��s in private it’s so obvious that he wants to just bask in your attention even though he never does anything (he thinks) is worthy of it, the type to pull away from a kiss with a dopey look and try but fail to hide a smile from you

you know that trope of A calling B clingy and B distance themself bc they’re upset? ITS SO THEODORE, he’s very averse to touch and maybe one day you’re just feeling a bit too upset and need comfort from him “why are you always so clingy?” slips out and everything just comes to pause.

he knows it before he even looks at you that you’re upset, the type that thinks ‘my gf is mad at me i wish i was dead’

doesn’t really know how to apologize to you but you seem pretty cool about it, you’re still going to bed with him and not banishing him to the couch, you won’t let him touch you though “something about it being too hot”

it’s the next day when you won’t even look in his direction let alone kiss him that makes him want to hire a hitman on himself, will buy you so many things as an apology it doesn’t really work

almost asked blaise for help but scratched that idea and asked for pansy’s help instead (still doesn’t really work)

at the end hired a chef and prep dinner in your shared apartment where he got onto his knees and apologize (yes he looked ridiculous, yes it was blaise’s idea, yes blaise told you the plans before hand and asked you for a photo of theodore begging for forgiveness, yes you did get one for him)

he’s possessive and wants you to himself but also knows his place, he knows when to step in and set healthy boundaries but always breaking them just to make you happy, tries to go above and beyond for you always

tried to talk more and communicate with you how he’s feeling because he does not want this relationship to end just because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings

such an act of service type of guy too? would run you a bath if you seemed down, learned to cook your favorite food for you despite having the money to always eat out at the best restaurant/hire a private chef to do it for you, knows your work/school schedule very well and made sure that his visits (if there were any) was well timed

big on quality time as well!!! he just likes to have your company no matter what it is you’re doing, he just likes being by your side

loves spoiling you!!! honestly it’s sick how he does it. i think theodore would be the type to buy you whatever you wanted without ever asking you if you wanted it, if the relationship gets more serious (we’re talking living together/sharing socks serious here) would hand you his v sleek black card if you were to tell him you were going out with your friends.

i could see you at one point having an argument with him about it like: “i’m your s/o theo, not your sugar baby.”

“why can’t you just be both?” this mf

—from bee: that’s all for my theodore related rambles, pls don’t be shy and send me ask about theodore so we can talk about him tgt!!!

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fuckaperioddrama · 1 month

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Theodore Nott | Changed

Warnings: Mentions of Death | Childhood Trauma | Losing a Parent | Verbal Abuse

Pure Angst | Small Blurb

Theodore Nott | No Reader Included

Proofread, but there's probably mistakes.

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Theodore Nott was a person with many problems. All equating to actual tons, he carried an unearthly amount of baggage. Too much for just one man to handle. He missed his mom. He missed her so much. Her voice, her smile, the way she brightened up any place she walked into. Though her presence in his life was short, it brought forth the only happy memories he had to hold onto.

After she died his father erased all memory of her. Every photo, piece of jewelry, and any personal items she owned. He took down the family portrait, later replacing it with one of just him and Theo. He wouldn't even pose for it. They had to add him in later using his personal portrait for reference. Theo stood there alone while the artist painted him, silent tears rolling down his face as it had only been a mere day after his mother's passing.

Everything changed. Theo was overcome with this overwhelming feeling of despair. He'd start every morning by visiting his mother's grave, sobbing into the freshly covered ground, and whispering how much he missed her. He had hoped that maybe she was there with him, listening to him, watching out for him.

At night he'd repeat the same routine only he'd lay on his back and watch the stars. He liked to think maybe his mother was one of them and that she was looking back at him, missing him too.

Theo was lonely. The only people he had to talk to were the servants and they wouldn't even talk to him. They served him his meals and dressed him silently, sneaking looks of pity now and then that never went unnoticed by Theo.

His father wouldn't talk to him. Theo was glad of this. He thought maybe his father would leave him alone for good, but as his only heir, he knew that wouldn't be true. He would eventually talk to Theo, the question was just when.

His father avoided Theo for a week straight giving him all the freedom he needed to mourn, cry, and visit his mother's grave. On day five, Theo grew curious. Where was he? What was he doing?

On day six Theo grew anxious. Who was he with? What was he planning?

On day seven Theo's father finally made an appearance. A loud crash echoed in the hall outside of Theo's bedroom. The noise startled young Theo awake and he felt his pulse quicken with each footstep slamming against the floor. Theo knew it was him. He had memorized the sound of his father's walk by the age of four.

A bang hit the door, the sound resonating through Theo's room. The door then swung open with such force it startled Theo and he began to shake with fear.

He and his father locked eyes; his expression was cold and lifeless. The tension in the room was thick and Theo's panic grew. Whenever things got bad he always had his mom there to make it better. She took most of his father's anger, she protected him. Now Theo had to protect himself, but he knew he couldn't. What child can handle the wrath of a grown man?

Theo's father crept forward his gaze unwavering as he made his way toward him. "I've seen you," he said pausing his words as he took in the state of his trembling son.

"I've watched you, small and pathetic, dragging yourself to your mother's grave every morning and every night." There wasn't an ounce of emotion in his voice and yet Theo could feel every bit of disappointment. Every bit of hatred.

"I've watched your shoulders shake in desperation and your head hang low in defeat. I've watched you walk around this house with tears running down your face for all to see. I've watched you push around your food, starving yourself so you can end up just like her. Rotting six feed under and covered in maggots."

"You are not to visit that grave ever again. You are not to cry and you are not to hang your head low like some wounded animal."

Theo's father stopped at his bed, head held high as he cast his eyes down upon his only son. "I will not tolerate having a son so weak. I will not tolerate having a son that will make me look weak. Do you understand?"

Theo's body stilled as his father stepped into the moonlight that had cast through his window. He got a good look at the man before him and he realized he didn't recognize him. This man wasn't his father. He wasn't the man Theo had grown accustomed to. He looked different. Theo's father always looked cold, but this was new. He didn't look cold anymore. He looked vicious. "Yes, sir," Theo said unable to move his gaze.

A moment of silence came, all unmoving before Theo's father turned around and stormed out of the room. Something in his father changed that night; and when Theo felt the sense of numbness overcome him, he realized something in him changed too.

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suugarbabe · 6 months

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Love your writing! Could you do a Theodore Nott and best friend reader who he is head over heels for but is too scared to admit his feelings. Mattheo knows how he feels and at a party or something like the Yule ball he brings her as his date to mess with him. Probably leads to a small fight with the boys but results in Theodore confessing to her and maybe some smut as well.

Love a little shy and angry Theo

You and Pansy seemingly walked into a conversation, nay argument, between Theo and Mattheo. As soon as the boys noticed you two, Mattheo made a b-line straight for you.

"Hello, Princess," Mattheo greeted you, cocky smile on full display. You chanced a glance at Pansy as you rolled your eyes. She wore a smirk and raised her eyebrows as if to say 'play along I guess'.

"Hi, Teo. Something I could help you with?" You gave him a dazzling smile of your own.

Mattheo ran his tongue along the front of his teeth, eyeing you up and down, "Would you do me the absolute pleasure of going to the Ravenclaw party with me tonight?"

You shifted your weight, jutting a hip out and tapping your chin like you were thinking about your answer, "Can I wear whatever I want?" You stood straight now, putting your hands behind your back and batting your eyelashes at the dark haired man.

Mattheo gave you a dimpled smile, "Go naked for all I care, love." You smirked at him, pecking his cheek, "Perfect. See you tonight." You grabbed Pansy's hand and pulled her toward your dorms.

As you disappeared up the steps Mattheo returned to where Theo sat. "You gonna tell me what the bloody hell that was, Riddle?" Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend, "I told you, Nott. If you don't go after her, someone else will. Tonight, that someone is me."

In your room you and Pansy were having a similar conversation.

"I thought you were in to Theo," Pansy laid back on your bed, popping Bertie Botts in to her mouth as you dug through your trunk for the perfect dress.

You held up a slinky green piece with diamond straps, "Gotcha." You smiled to yourself as you stood, tossing the dress on your bed next to Pansy. She held it up, "Definitely slutty."

"Thank you," you smiled, shimmying off your school skirt and unbuttoning your blouse, "and I do like Theo, but he's being a bloody idiot. I thought maybe he didn't like me, but Mattheo just proved me wrong."

Pansy quirked an eyebrow as you pulled the dress over your head, "Little help with the straps, Pans?" She stood behind you, adjusting the diamond straps until the appropriate pattern was revealed. You turned to face her, giving her a twirl before she crossed her arms, waiting for your further explanation.

You huffed, mirroring her body language, "I know you've told Draco that I like Theo, which means that Draco told Mattheo because Draco can't keep anything to himself. SO Mattheo wouldn't ask me to a party when he knew I was pining after his best friend. Unless..."

"Unless Theo was being a huge pussy," Pansy nodded her head in full understanding. You smiled a devilish smile at her, glad your friend was able to piece it all together.

At the party you were giving Theo a full on show. You didn't let Mattheo in on your knowledge of the situation, but he seemed to be playing the role you wanted him to perfectly none the less.

With a decent amount of drinks your hips found a rhythm against Mattheo, your ass pressed firmly against his crotch as you both swayed to the music. You chanced a glance near the drink table where you knew Theo was essentially rooted.

His eyes were glued to your form, hand crushing the red cup in his grip and tossing it to the floor before stalking towards you and Mattheo. As he got closer, you opened your mouth to stop him but when you saw a fist flying you quickly stepped out of the way.

Theo's fist connected with Mattheo's jaw, which only made the latter pause for a second, a smirk gracing his face. Mattheo reared his fist back, fully planning to punch Theo back when suddenly both boys were frozen.

You took a step forward, wand outstretched, "That's enough." You lowered your wand, glaring at the small crowd that was forming before they quickly dispersed. You grabbed Theo by the wrist, dragging him out of the Ravenclaw common room and to the tower steps.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" For once you were looking down at Theo, him on the steps below you. Theo huffed, turning his head to look at his feet.

You were frustrated, not able to help nearly shouting at him, "Theodore Tiberius Nott, look at me right now."

Theo's eyes snapped to yours instantly, "I-I'm sorry," he started, "I don't...don't know what came over me." He looked down at his hands briefly before looking you in the eyes again, "Why did you come with him?"

You placed a hand on Theo's cheek, "Because the guy I wanted never did."

Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "I'm an idiot aren't I?" You laughed lightly, "Maybe just a little." You smiled, turning to place a gentle kiss on your palm.

"Go back in with me?" he asked, blue eyes full of remorse. You shook your head, "I think," you leaned down, giving a chaste kiss on the lips, "that maybe we should go to the after party."

You started down the stairs, Theo turning confused, "Where's the after party?" Without turning around you answered him, "In my room." This time Theo didn't hesitate before following quickly behind you.

#theo nott x reader #theo nott angst #theo nott x you #nonny bo bonny #theo nott request #theo nott fics

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poguestarkey · 1 year

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nobody gets me - t.nott

i haven’t written in.... years. so here’s a blurb/drabble (blurble?) (post writing: this turned into a whole one-shot) that i thought of instead of watching my lecture.

based on the line from sza’s song: “hurry now baby stick it in ‘fore the memories get to kickin’ in”

warnings: smut (p in v), angst, crying during sex (1000% consensual i don’t write noncon ever), this is depressing i can’t even lie, potty words, choking if you squint

pairing: ex!theo nott x female!slytherin!reader (sixth year)

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His room is cold.

Your skin flares with goosebumps, and whether that’s from the temperature or his breath on the back of your neck, you aren’t really sure.

Something in you knows this is it. Despite your two year relationship falling with the leaves in October, Theo was the one warming your bed all through winter. It’s barely March now, and the trees are beginning to thaw.

His hands gently turn you to face him. “Y/N-” He starts, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“I don’t want to talk, Teddy.” You whisper against his mouth, working your fingers in his tie to remove it. Nodding, he moves his mouth down your jaw, taking care to pause just below your ear, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. He knows exactly how you work; what makes you grip his arms tighter or arch your back or make the sounds he loves so much. He’s had years to learn. While working his way down your neck, he works your tie off.

Your fingers slowly undo each button of his stark white shirt, tie discarded on the floor. “Fuck,” He breathes, your hands running down his torso. His hands move to your hair, gently pulling your head back to gain better access to your neck.

Moans barely louder than a hum escape your mouth as he moves his way down the column of your throat and your fingers naturally find their way to his dark mop of curls.

“Merlin, always so pretty,” He says as he pulls your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your white lace bralette, stark against your skin. You know better than to do the same. He stopped letting you when he came back to school after Christmas.

You suspect why.

“Theo...” You whimper, growing impatient despite your wish for this night to last as long as possible.

“I know, love. I know.” He moves his large hands under your thighs, carrying you to the bed. You bounce against the mattress and pull him against yourself. He reaches behind you and you arch in response, waiting for him to unclasp the fabric. He peels off your socks, tossing them with everything else on the floor, and his lips find your pebbled nipple. His arms are wrapped around your entire torso, holding you impossibly close, so close you can feel his heartbeat against your stomach. He moves to the other breast, kissing directly over your heart, and your breath catches in your throat.

You know it’s the last time. You’ve known since he sent the paper crane to your desk during Charms.

“my room, 9?

~Teddy <3″

He hasn’t been yours since before Halloween, yet in a way, it’s like he never stopped. Theo was your first everything. First crush, first boyfriend, first kiss, first time. You never planned to have a second.

You refocus as you feel him move his way down your body. When he reaches the waistband of your skirt, his blue eyes flick up to meet yours and you fight the tremor in your hands. You nod, worried that if you speak, your voice will betray you.

“Words, angel.”

“Please, Theo?” At your affirmation, he quickly unbuttons it and pulls the pleats down, leaving you bare except for your panties. He stands above you for a moment, taking in the sight below him. Your eyes track down his tall frame until they land on the tent in his dress pants. Sitting up, you work off his belt, button, and zipper until you can remove them. Your fingers ghost over his length strained against the material of his boxers, dampened with precum.

“Y/N, don’t tease,” He tenderly chastises, pulling your body further onto the bed so that your head rests on the pillows and he has room to crawl on top of you. He brushes a stray hair out of your face and you have to bite your cheek to hold back your emotions. He runs his hands down, moving from your chest, to your ribs, to your waist before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your knickers.

He locks eyes with you, and the sharpness of his gaze leaves you unable to say anything but “Mhmm.” The feeling of his fingers grazing your thighs as the cold air hits your core has you already gripping the silk sheets underneath you. He parts your legs with his knees, fingers finding place against your entrance, dipping into the wetness that’s collected there.

“Baby,” He mutters into your shoulder. “So wet.”

Your breath quickens when he sinks his middle and ring fingers into you, the coolness of his rings a sharp contrast to the heat of your skin. He works them slowly, but with force, against the places he knows will leave you mewling and gripping his arms, unable to say anything coherently except his name.

“Fuck, Teddy,” You toes curl as his digits do, and you can feel your hair tangling into his other hand when you arch even further into him. Right as you feel the knot in the base of your belly begin to form, he pulls away, leaving you whining in frustration.

“Just a second darling, just a second.” Theo chuckles at your state. He quickly removes his own boxers before returning to his place above you. Your hand instinctively reaches between you two to grasp onto his cock, slowly pumping him. His arms are caged around you and he buries his face into your hair when he lets small moans of your name slip. “Y/N/N...” You know the tone and release him, hands finding their way back to his shoulders.

He presses his forehead to yours, stroking your cheek. Your eyes screw shut in a last ditch attempt to hold back tears. They well against your eyelids and it’s all you can do to keep them in.

“My sweet girl...” He murmurs, and your dam breaks. Bottom lip trembling, his thumb catches the first tear to fall, but you can’t hold back the rest, feeling them stream down your temples. He presses gentle kisses to your nose, continuing, “I’m so sorry that it has to be this way.”

“Theo,” You catch your breath, fighting away every memory riddling your brain. “Theo, please, just... Just please.” Your eyes open to see him nod and the hand on your face disappears to line himself up. He braces himself with his right hand, the left coming to rest on your throat. No pressure, no squeezing. Just a reminder of what once was. You move to grip his wrist, thumb moving back and forth.

Gently, he pushes into you, inch by inch. He stills for a moment, allowing you to collect yourself, only pulling back out when he can feel your walls clenching him. “God, love. You feel so good. So good.” He snaps his hips against yours, keeping with his hard and slow pace.

“So deep, Teddy. Don’t think you’ve ever been this deep.” You babble, trying to soak up each second of his skin on yours. You’re sure your nails are leaving indents in his forearm, even through his shirt, but you can’t bring yourself to loosen your grip. “Wanna be closer, please.”

“Always so polite,” The hand on your throat moves to wrap back around your waist, allowing him to hit that spot inside you. It sends you into a spiral, tears still falling, and you reach a hand out to rake down his chest. He hisses and catches your mouth in a sensual kiss before sitting back on his knees, thrusts continuing. He pulls your right leg onto his shoulder and presses his lips against the bone in your ankle.

You think you might pass out from both the pleasure and the intimacy. The knot is back in your stomach, growing bigger and tighter with every stroke. “Theo,” You whine, volume rising. He knows, he knows and he drops his head back down to yours. Both hands cup his face, and you can feel the way your walls flutter around him, your tell-tale that you’re right on the edge. You’re nearing blackout-level pleasure, and your eyes threaten to close again.

“Ah-ah,” Theo tuts. “Eyes open, baby. Need to see your eyes when you cum for me.”

“So close, Teddy. So, so, so close.”

“Gonna cum on my cock?” He’s fueling you further, and you feel like a car without brakes hurdling towards your orgasm. You ferociously nod and his hand, so large it practically swallows your face, grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Teddy! Fuck-” Your words are cut off when your orgasm rips through you like a freight train, the only thing remaining in focus being the iris of his eyes. Theo works you through it, never letting up in his pace.

When you can finally notice your surroundings again, his voice is in your ear, switching between guttural moans of your name and sweet nothings. “Y/N, Y/N... Gonna paint you white on the inside. Gonna make sure you don’t forget,” He pants. “‘s just so good, ah hell-” He stills inside you and his nose drops to the space between your shoulder neck as he cums, hot streams filling you up even further.

He collapses onto you, and your thumbs gently trace lines on his cheeks. When you’ve both calmed enough to breathe normally, he removes himself from you.

“Jus’ grabbin’ a tissue, love. Don’t move.” He presses a kiss to your forehead to finish his sentence. You both clean yourselves, and when you’re sat upright in a t-shirt and he’s in clean boxers, he asks, “Can I braid your hair?”

Your hand twitches. Back before, he would braid your hair constantly. It started as a method of aftercare after a rough night and quickly became a consolation tactic for the both of you. For you, after a bad class or test and him after a quidditch game went sour or a fight with his parents. He hasn’t done it since the breakup. You aren’t sure you could handle it tonight. But you find yourself saying, “Of course.”

The feeling is so familiar it makes your heart physically ache. His fingers work diligently through the strands and he only stops to ask you for the hairband on your wrist.

“Y/N/N?”

“Yes, Theo?”

“Will you stay the night?” His eyes are pleading, begging you to. It wasn’t what you planned, but then again, when has Theodore Nott ever been something you can plan?

“Okay,” You say. With a flick of his wand, the lights are out. You pull the covers over your shoulder and lay facing him.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Teddy.”

You swear you heard him mutter an “I love you.” before you drifted off.

According to the clock on the wall, it’s 2:29 when you stir awake.

He looks so childlike, lashes brushing his cheeks as puffs of air leave his mouth. You slide out of the bed, so careful not to wake him. It’s easier if he’s asleep. You change, silently, from his t-shirt back to your uniform. Inside your bookbag, you’ve shoved every jumper, jersey, and shirt of his you could find in your dorm.

The tears start again as you fold them methodically at the foot of his bed, recalling how you received each item. The sweatpants, when you unexpectedly got your period in his dorm and bled through your own. The jersey, at the first quidditch game you attended as his girlfriend. Sweaters from endless nights of complaining that “I’m cold, Teddy.”

It takes every ounce of resolve you have to not crawl back into bed with him, into the safety and familiarity of his arms, his heart, his eyes, him. You contemplate writing a note, but ultimately decide that it’s better to rip the bandage off. You’ve been pulling at it hair by hair for months now.

You pray the door doesn’t squeak on it’s hinges and finger your now messy braid as you take a last look at him.

“Bye, Teddy Bear.”

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott smut #theo nott angst #smut #angst #harry potter #slytherin

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starzioo · 29 days

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Lorenzo Zurzolo was hand crafted by the gods to be the physical definition of absolute perfection. This man IS ART.

PERFECT MUAH CHEFS KISS

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https-tia · 4 months

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Control || Theo Nott

Summery: Theo found out you went to Pansy’s for a girls pamper night without telling him…

Warnings: Theo being a MASSIVE red flag, controllingbf!theo, toxic relationship, shouting, swearing, angst, anger.

Word count: 2.3k (i got a little bit carried away 😌)

You walk into your dorm that you and your boyfriend Theo share, and you see him playing a game on his pc. His face was scrunched up almost as if he drank some out of date milk, slouching in the chair mumbling to himself about something random. You had gone to Pansy’s dorm for a girls night the night before and hadn’t told him about it.

Honestly, you thought he wouldn’t give a shit about it as you haven’t seen Pansy in just over 3 weeks. You walk over to the bed and place down your bag, and he didn’t even say a word to you making it clear something up. He hadn’t even looked at you.

You decided maybe he was just focused on the game “what’s the matter with you” you said with a smile on your face slightly laughing whilst sitting on the edge of the double bed. He doesn’t answer you, you can’t make out the words he’s saying whilst playing his game. He still hasn’t even looked at you, you’ve clearly done something to irritate him, as per usual.

“What have i exactly done Theo, you can’t expect this to work if you don’t communicate with me” getting slightly irritated yourself to the fact he’s just going to give you the silent treatment instead of talking to you and trying to resolve things. He eventually sighs and turns his computer off spinning the chair around to face you. He finally speaks “what were you doing last night?”.

“I was with Pansy why?” you reply confused as to why he was asking, you had told him about this at least a week ago. He stands up walking over to look you directly on the eyes, there’s a look of anger on his face as he speaks “why weren’t you spending that time with me hmm?” with an arrogant, harsh tone.

Surprised at the fact he was angry with you because you had spent the day with Pansy and slept over in her dorm “because Pansy asked me to have a girls day with her”. His nose scrunches up in anger as he paces the floor of the room never breaking eye contact with you “that doesn’t matter. i wanted to see you last night and i bet you didn’t think about me once”. The pure irritation was evident in his voice, he was pissed and you could tell.

“How do you know i wasn’t thinking about you?” with this statement he walked back over to you, standing in front of you once again this time more intimidating. You didn’t know how to act so you pushed yourself back on the bed to avoid his getting too close to you. “Do you expect me to believe that once you were with Pansy. I was still on your mind.” he speaks with an eye roll, combing his hands through his hair in frustration.

He glares at you with a scowl across his face “well you should’ve cancelled with her as soon as soon as you realised i didn’t know about your plans. i don’t think it was right that you were spending time with her while i was worried about where you’d gone” with this statement you were starting to think you could’ve actually worried him and he was upset that anything could’ve happened and he wouldn’t have known, although you did tell him ages ago you made this plan. “Why does it matter to you anyways i told you ages ago i was doing this with Pansy last night” he didn’t like that.

He lets out a low grumbling sound as he rolls his eyes dramatically “you never told me you were going out with Pansy last night, so how on earth would i have expected you to be with her” when you told him exactly 1 week and 2 days ago that you made this plan. “You know what Theo, you’re acting really controlling right now so i’m going to go and give you time to calm down so we can talk later” you say calmly trying to be the bigger person in the situation.

Theo looks like he’s about to completely blow a gasket at what you’re saying. His fists clench and unclench, he’s clearly losing his cool “i am not co trolling anything here! If you really cared about this relationship then you’d spend time with me and not your friends!”. That was the bottom line for you as you couldn’t comprehend that he just suggested you don’t see your friends and spend that time with him instead.

“i do care about this relationship! But right now you’re acting like a child, i don’t have to be with you every second of every day. If you’re going to act like this and control what i do with my free time then i think it’s best we stop seeing each other” you stated not wanting to break up with Theo but knowing if he kept acting like this you’d have to do it for you’re own good.

Theo’s anger was reaching its boiling point “you can’t be serious! Don’t you dare break up with me because of something like this. You’d honestly drop our relationship to continue seeing your friends?”. Was he being serious, would you drop your friends to be with him. He must be delusional because no flipping was were you doing that.

You decided to stick up for yourself, soon regretting that “no it’s not to continue seeing them, its the fact that you’re acting like a 7 year old all because i did something for myself for a night” you get up standing by the door threatening to leave as Theo approaches behind you sparking you to turn to face him.

He slams his hand firmly against the wall causing a loud bang “you don’t get it do you! I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to see you. Not your friend. You have no concept of just how much you have hurt me right now, i cannot believe this.” he was manipulating you into agreeing with him, of course you couldn’t see this though. “I’m with you every day!” you shout back standing your ground despite the fact you’re shaking, yes Theo’s gotten angry before but he’s never been this bad.

Theo finally loses his cool and shouts back “I wanted to be with you last night! How many more ways do you want me to say that, what on earth is so hard to understand about that!”. Still standing against the door your fists were digging into your palms, while sweating you replied to him “well i wasn’t with you last night! end of!”.

Let’s just say he did not like that one bit, Theo’s tone gets more aggressive and louder taking one step closer to you “Why?! You knew i’d be expecting you back and you went out with Pansy anyways!”. This was getting out of hand, he was shouting you were shouting and you were sure he was going to do something more extreme soon.

He was being unreasonable, saying you couldn’t be with your friends? That’s not how a relationship works. “Because she asked me to, i don’t have to be with you all the time Theo” voice cracking and eyes brimming with tears.

“When will you understand you’re putting your damn friends above your own fucking boyfriend!” shouting loud enough the other students in the hufflepuff common room definitely heard him. “When will you understand this is the first time i’ve seen her in 3 weeks because i’m always with you!” you yelled in a shocked tone, yet still frustrated he’s acting like this.

You turn the doorknob with your hand and walked out of the room, Theo following you. Theo grabs your arm spinning you around to meet his eyes “don’t you dare walk away from me! You will listen right now. Me. I’m more important than Pansy fucking Parkinson”. This is what you were dreading, the time that things finally got physical. “Let go of me Theo or i swear to god” tears fully rolling down your face now as you shouted at him to let go of you.

His grip tightens around your forearm. “No i won’t let go. You’re not doing this. I’m not losing you to your friends y/n!” shouting in the corridor, causing a scene as per usual. “You’re not losing me, I need time to myself. I never get it because i’m always with you. Maybe we should uh… maybe we should go on a break” saying the last bit in a slightly lower tone hoping he still heard you.

“Don’t you dare say that. We are not breaking up. We are not going on a break. There is no way i’m letting anything come between us!” yelling at you still but saying things to try and get you to go along with him. “Well you’re the one causing the problems Theo!!” shouting louder this time realising he has been the root of all the problems in your relationship.

You try to walk away from his grip but he pulls you back toward his with a force you never knew he had “No. You are not going anywhere until you listen to everything that i have to say to you. You are not breaking up with me.” he sounded serious and drunk? It wouldn’t be a surprise if he was drunk and expected to start an argument and it end in sex. That’s what he usually does, and you give in…

“I can do what i want” you say lowly trying not to make him shout again but still hoping he heard you. He gains a more aggressive tone and speaks sharply “well you are damn well going to listen to me, or you can say bye bye to this relationship all together”. At this point you wanted to just go somewhere else, anywhere else. “Okay. Bye bye relationship” in a sarcastic tone still looking him deeply in the eyes. You were trying to intimidate him. It didn’t work, it only riled him up more.

“Oh? You can say goodbye to our one year relationship just like that?!” He yells at the top of his lungs, maybe even Dumbledore heard it. But you were done with fighting. You thought maybe if you just agree with him and act like you were in the wrong he’d leave it and you could go back to normal. “You will not break up with me” was the last thing he said before you decided your idea was the best thing to go with right now.

“okay” you spoke in a low tone, stood in the middle of the corridor, you couldn’t be arsed to deal with this anymore. You just wanted to go bed and sleep this awful day off. “You don’t just say ‘okay’ to something like that. This is serious” he was still angry but his tone had lowered slightly, not shouting as loud as he was before.

“Okay” this seemed the easiest way out, just agree. Theo still isn’t fully convinced you’ve fully understood him “you are not treating this with the seriousness it deserves, so say it. Say ‘i’m not going to break up with you’”. You replied with your usual response and he was not satisfied to say the least “Say one more thing other than ‘okay’. Say ‘i will not break up with you’” and instead of using the ‘okay’ card to get you out you had to what he wanted.

“I won’t break up with you” you mumbled as he took a step back glaring at you for a few seconds before deciding whether you were being genuine or not, his voice calmer now and his face less agitated “so you do actually care about this relationship?” he asked.

“Of course i do but-“ not finishing your sentence, not wanting to set Theo off again because quite frankly you could not deal with that. Theo nods but he still isn’t fully calmed down yet, you can tell by the way his fists are clenched tightly “but…?” he questions. “Nothing” you reply thinking the less words the less you can cause to go wrong, Theo grabs both of your shoulders shaking them lightly before speaking “say it. i know there’s something else on your mind”.

Slightly scared again you just managed to stutter out a question to Theo “can i please just see Pansy at least twice a week… please Theo” practically begging him to let you see your friend. He stares at you firmly and then finally breaks his glare “fine. You can see Pansy as much as you want. just make sure to give me just as much time as you give her”.

You mutter out a small ‘i promise’ before looking away from Theo and down at your shoes on the ground. Theo has finally fully calmed down now “good…” his demeanour completely changes. His tone softens as he smiles softly at you “can you please promise me you’ll communicate with me from now on?”.

“Yes i will” you say with tears in your eyes, Theo smiles softly at you his expressing changing from one of anger and frustration to one of care and love. “Thank you that really means a lot to me, i’m going out with the boys now” he says before kissing you on the forehead and walking down the corridor and out of the common room door.

Leaving you standing there, “no worries…” you say standing there, tears rolling down your face hands shaking and palms sweaty. Knowing he was in the wrong made you feel even worse, and now he was going out after completely slating you for doing it. You walked back into the dorm room, Theo never returned that night, he stayed out smoking and drinking with his friends and then crashed at Mattheo’s dorm.

You were in a toxic relationship. And you knew you could never escape it…

A/N: This is my first proper one shot so if you like it i would really appreciate a like or even a comment thankyouuuu xoxo

#theo nott #y/n #toxic relationship #harry potter #theo nott x reader #theo nott angst #theodore nott #abc

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skyebounded · 1 year

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Empty Words.

Masterlist .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: There are some things you just can’t fix, and there are some words that mean absolutely nothing anymore.

pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

warnings: unedited work, swearing, angst, cheating? kinda? toxic relationship.

wc: 1.5K

a/n: SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY. anyway, I just wrote this in like an hour (hence the unedited-ness) but I hope you enjoy none the less. *casually shrugs*

SIDENOTE: THIS MAN IS SO DAMN FINE IT HURTS ME PHYSICALLY.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking! Really Theo, that's the best you could come up with? You're sorry!?”

The look of disappointment growing on your face as you ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath, as you tried to calm your nerves. You couldn’t see a way out of this one, not this time, and thought it hurt you, tugged at you to finally admit it, you had too.

The look on his face, that small semblance of guilt and regret written over his features was almost enough to make you forget it, to just sweep it under the rug like he hadn’t screwed up, like he hadn’t hurt you, but it wasn’t.

He reached out for you, letting his hand fall short as he saw the way you shirked away from him, clearly not wanting him to touch you in the slightest. The truth was, you were afraid that if you let him, that you wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

“I fucked up, I know, baby please..” he pleaded, the smallest traces of nervousness laced in his tone. He looked almost as if he was shaking, truly afraid. He was just about ready to throw himself to his knees and beg you, but he kept his pride, bolstered up and secure.

“Fucked up? That's an understatement Theodore!” You had never used his full name before, knowing how much he hated to be called it. You could see the way it stunned him, rendering him speechless for the shortest period of time before his jaw tensed and his body went stiff. You could see his jaw quivering ever so slightly, like he was holding back either tears, or the urge to yell, which one? you didn’t know.

“Theo, your hand was down her skirt! Your tongue down her fucking throat! Thats what you call a fuck up?” You wanted to rage, hit him, express how hurt you really were. You felt like your heart had been crushed in his hands, turned to dust with a simple touch, and then the remnants of it were blown into your face, all at your lover's hand.

Despite everything you had heard about him, you had taken the chance, the risk, simply because you thought you were different, that he was different when he was with you, but he had proven to be exactly what everyone said. A cheater, a liar, nothing good, that's what he was. Nothing good. You felt so unbelievably stupid, falling for him. You could never seem to fully wrap your mind around why he chose you, and maybe this was why, because he could make a fool out of you, and by the time you realised it, it would all be too late. He had won you over with his charm, beautiful blue eyes, and handsome face, ignoring the warnings that you received, and it had all come back to bite you in the ass. You could feel the tears building in your eyes, prickling at the corners, but you were determined to keep them at bay. You wouldn’t let him see you cry, it would only prove your point. You glanced up to the stone ceiling, taking in a deep breath, fighting the way your bottom lip quivered.

He had stepped closer now, and you swore you could hear his heart beating out of his chest, he was scared, so scared to lose you, and yet he was the one who messed up. He was the one that had ruined everything you guys had built together. All those countless nights together, wrapped up-tangled in the sheets, all the times you had spent telling him your secrets that you swore you’d tell no one, and all the ones that he had told you, finally being able to let down his guard, all of it, wasted over a single moment. He couldn’t be angrier with himself, but he didn’t know how to tell you that, to make you see that he was so unbelievably sorry for all the pain he had caused you. Part of him felt like there was no real reason to tell you he was sorry, he felt as if it would only be salt in the wound, and he was right, that's all it felt like to you.

You couldn’t see how he could be so sorry, but yet he had still done it, you couldn’t fathom how that could outway the bad that he had done.

“Y/n… please…I know-I…I” he didn’t know anymore what to say to make it okay, to fix it. He knew that deep down there was nothing he could do, not anymore. Nothing he said or did would fix his mistake, and now he would have to live with the consequences. Throwing himself at your feet, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, clinging to you afraid that when he let go, you’d be gone. He didn’t know what to do. “Y/n I love you…and I am so so sorry.” he tried.

“No you don't! You don't love me, Theo, If you loved me you would have never! Could never! Thats not fucking love, that is nowhere near close!”

Tears had breached his own eyes, staining the fabric of your skirt as he buried his head into you. A single tear broke from your eye, trailing down your heated cheek, cascading over your chapped lips. You could taste the salt, that conformation. You were frozen, unable to remove him from you. You didn’t want him to let go. Your breath had become uneven, chest heaving as your heart raced, ached. He loved you? That's what he had said, and yet.. Holding your breath you pushed him away, desperate to break free from him, but he wouldn’t break from you, his grip only tightened.

“Theo, no..” you cried, “no you-you-Theo stop….please.” you squirmed in his grasp, panting as the tears broke from your eyes, trickling down your face. You clenched them still, hoping that it would stop them, but it only encourages them.

“I can’t…I can’t let you go, y/n…I won’t…please..” he begged.

He had finally left his pride at the door, here on his knees, begging you to forgive him, to overlook what he had done. The further he buried himself into your embrace, the harder it got to pull him away, to step away from him.

“Theo, let go!” there was something so firm, demanding about your voice, it was so final. For a brief moment his grip loosened, just enough for you to break from him, pushing yourself up against the door, palms flat against the wood, and the other clutching your abdomen. You took a deep breath, the tears still flowing freely from you, as you fought to catch the escaping air. Your cheeks were rosy, heated with embarrassment, pain even, your eyes still clenched shut. You were afraid to look at him, to see how he was affected by the whole thing.

He hadn’t moved, hadn’t stood up, he was paralysed to the spot. His eyes fixed on you, as his eyes became glossy. He was numb. He hadn’t realised it until just now, you were lost to him, gone mentally and physically from him. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. No, he was yours, he’d always be yours, he thought, he would never stop…being yours.

The silence had become defining, holding you captive as you stayed glued to the door to his room. You couldn’t move, couldn’t bring yourself to pull the door open and leave. Leaving meant it was completely over, all of it. And the truth of the matter was, it was over the moment you had seen it, the moment you had opened this forsaken door that you were now using as your sole support system. All of it had come crumbling down right before your eyes in a manner of seconds. A year's worth of ‘love’ ripped from you in a fleeting instant. Now, now it was time to accept it, to let it go, let him go. He didn’t even deserve that much, he deserved none of this, none of your patience, your willingness to listen to him tell you his poor excuse, not even the tears that you shed in his company. None of it. You had to do it.

You opened your eyes, the tears ceasing for what felt like a brave moment as you stared down at him. Your face is fixing into that numb state of emptiness. No emotion, no feeling whatsoever. Your jaw clenched, breathing steady, despite your heart clamouring out of your chest at the sight of him.

“And here I thought….you started, brushing your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you contemplated whether or not you wanted to hurt him just as much as he had done to you. “You know, you’re not even worth my words, Theodore. And to think I thought you cared…fuck you..We’re done.” You kept your voice as level as you could, doing your best to stay strong, as you reached for the doorknob, wrenching it open, stopping the moment you heard him stand up. Your body stilled, waiting, listening, but he did nothing…said nothing, not until you had forced yourself to step out of the room, flinging the door shut behind you.

“I’m sorry..” he mumbled, but you were already gone.

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haunted

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader summary: “i hold on to every ounce of sin / i know he don't love me quite like i love him / i swear to myself as he leaves at dawn / this will end, 'til he haunts me again” warnings: (strong) sexual innuendos, language mistakes, this is for the angst girlies (i personally don’t consider myself an angsty girlie but gosh, i’m so proud of this little fic, i might as well become one), i mean, angst is what i imagined but i don’t know how it came out. +i pretty much only read fluff so this is just something new! notes: inspired by the song “haunted” by laufey, hence the title. i’m actually obsessed with laufey and with this song especially!!! i couldn’t recommend her music more, please LISTEN TO LAUFEY. also, let’s settle something important. the plot of this is at the yule ball but the characters are not fourteen omg. let’s pretend it’s an annual event or something and everyone is aged up please please please

the moon is already shining, as you're going through the empty hallways towards the great hall. it’s the fastest you can go without tripping over your long dress. merlin knows, you’re most likely going to trip over it anyway, if not now then later tonight.

you’d like to say you’re “fashionably late”. but the truth is, you spent way too long putting on red lipstick and then struggling to take it off when you decided it’s not for you. it’s not like anyone particular is waiting for you. there’s no date. in the past month you declined every single invitation that came your way, secretly longing for someone else to ask you. your eyes always focused on theodore. he’s your heavenly affair, your boy.

the problem is, he’s your boy only in the sheets, only at night. only when you’re beneath him, breathing out sweet nothings while he’s softly whispering your name.

and here you are, late, without a date, longing once again. the crowd smells like different perfume notes mixing. all belong to different pretty girls, all trying to catch the attention of different pretty boys.

you don’t want to be one of them. you don’t want to have to be one of them. yet even now, with the loud music and sparkly lights and dancing bodies, it takes you only seconds to spot him from across the room. looking as handsome as ever, dressed in some suit that is probably ridiculously expensive. but it serves him well, that's what he would say. he’s talking to a beautiful girl in a green dress. he doesn't notice you and somehow you still feel the butterflies in your stomach. or maybe it’s knots? maybe it’s not a good feeling at all.

you spend the next hour wandering from corner to corner, eating pink macarons and drinking sugary–sweet punch. you don’t flinch at the taste of alcohol, remembering the last time you visited theo he said something about enchanting drinks at the ball. it was vague. everything he says is vague but you still fall for it helplessly. over analysing every word, glance, brush of shoulders. romanticising every faintest hint of a smile, telling yourself he might love you just like you love him.

a ravenclaw boy, one of those you previously declined, asks you to dance and soon enough you get tangled into the crowd. it’s nice for a few moments. you don’t feel any confetti exploding inside you, your cheeks aren’t burning so pleasantly like when theodore touches you. but you feel nice, you feel safe. and when you get comfortable with someone else, that’s when he finally notices you.

“him?” you’re breathless when you turn around to see theo. his face is emotionless and he looks so gorgeous, you’re already swooned. “who?”

“the guy you were just dancing with, is he your date?”

“...he’s not.” you want to fight, say something mean, try to make him feel like he makes you feel all the damn time, but you can’t. when he’s standing in front of you, you crumble.

“do you wanna get out of here?”

the next thing you know, you’re being pressed against the wall of your dormitory, eyes closed. he tastes like wine, where did he get wine? his hair is so soft and oh, when he’s kneeling in front of you, leaving bruises on your thighs, you think you could marry him on the spot. he’s yours for the night and in the short moments between kisses you get to pretend that it’s forever.

he leaves in the dawn without saying goodbye. like a ghost, he always visits, but he’s never meant to stay. you move to the side of the bed where he was laying just minutes ago, pillow still warm, scent still lingering. you sigh and close your eyes, starting to count down the days ‘til he haunts you again.

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Shattered (Part 2) - Theo Nott

Three months earlier…

Tears slid down your cheeks as you reread the letter grasped in your hands. The secret you’d kept for over a year had crumbled. You rubbed your thumb over your mothers handwriting, imagining the tears she had shed while writing it.

My dearest (Y/N),

Please do not be alarmed.

Your father and I have gone into hiding, it seems that the Dark Lord has discovered our true allegiances. For our safety, only write if absolutely necessary.

You will be safe at Hogwarts.

Love always,

Mother x

It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, you gasped for breath as you sobbed at the meaning of the letter. This could be your parents last goodbye.

You grasped the letter tightly, unwilling to let it go. You couldn’t, not yet. It was too soon.

The letter had arrived during breakfast as you sat with your Slytherin housemates, you recognised the wax seal on it immediately as that of your mother.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you examined the letter. It wasn’t often that your parents sent you letters, preferring to let you live your own life and keep their contact infrequent.

“Who’s that from amore mio?” Theo spoke softly, leaning in to press a small kiss to your temple.

“My mother.” You replied simply, unable to stop smiling as you opened the crisp parchment. You quickly read the words on the page, your smile dropping slowly into a frown. Theo glanced at you as your emotions changed, a look of concern crossing his face.

“This can’t be real.” You whispered, your eyes welling with tears as you quickly stood up from the table.

“What is it?” Theo tried to ask, you didn’t hear him, your heart beating erratically as you read the letter again, looking for any sign of forgery or malicious intent. You sucked in a breath, trying to control the tears that threatened to spill.

Your legs moved on their own as your mind whirled with thousands of thoughts per minute.

‘When did they send this? Are they really in hiding? Are they still alive?’

The letter was clutched tightly in your hand as you arrived back at the Slytherin common room.

Later that evening, you found yourself sat in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance and flicker. Your tears had long stopped flowing, replaced by fear and guilt that you were safe but your parents weren’t.

You felt a hand rest gently on your shoulder, the soft voice of Theo whispering in your ear.

“What is it amore mio?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You leant back into his arms as your face scrunched up, on the verge of tears again from the comfort you felt from him.

“It’s my parents.” You whispered, pulling the letter from your pocket.

“What’s happened?”

You silently passed him the letter, waiting with bated breath for him to read it.

“Oh bella.” He mumbled as he reached the end of the letter, hugging you tighter in his arms. The barriers that you’d built to quell your tears broke, allowing them to flow freely down your cheeks once again.

“I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed, turning in his grasp so you could wrap your arms around him. "Promise me Theo, promise that you'll never betray me."

"I promise."

Theo held you tighter, unable to find words to comfort you. Nothing would help, so he held you until your sobs quietened and your breathing evened out. When he glanced down at you, he saw that you’d fallen asleep on him. He smiled sympathetically at your sleeping form, not wanting to move in case he woke you. Sighing softly to himself, he grasped the letter again, reading through it once more, his eyes flickering to the top right of the parchment.

A muggle address.

Link to PART 3

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I COULD NEVER NOT LOVE YOU — theodore nott x f! slytherin! reader

CONTENT WARNING: none, does mentioning sex need a warning??

SUMMARY: theodore nott is a self sabotaging selfish bastard. he jumps to conclusions too quickly and is too hot headed for his own good. you never thought you would ever be one to experience it first hand. yet, despite it all, you could never find it in you to truly hate him.

A/N: i vanished off the face of the planet and here i am back again. i was already planning to write a fic like this when i looked through my ask box and found this request. it doesn’t follow it exactly to a t, but i hope this is a good read nevertheless. also, i felt like it’s important for me to say that i always write my reader with as few physical attributes as possible. growing up, most books i read were of white females and it didn’t make me feel represented. as such, i try to be as inclusive as possible, and sometimes write taboo topics as well. anyway, tangent aside, if ur seeing this, i love u and u matter.

*not proofread cus im lazy but i’ll do it soon

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 4562 words/ 23 minutes

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YOU COULD ALMOST feel a pair of eyes on you as you woke up that morning. peeking an eye open, you realised you were right.

‘hey, handsome,” you grinned cheekily and theodore, who was looking at you with a glint in his eyes, supporting his body by resting on his elbow, gave you a soft smile in reply.

you shifted between the sheets and turned your body to the side to have a better look at him, propping yourself up in your elbow like he had and resting your head on your hand.

“staring, aren’t we?” you teased him.

theodore groaned as you noticed the tip of his ears go red. he buried his face between the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

you had slept over in his dorm room after last night’s activities since only you could visit his dorm and not the other way round.

ever since you and theodore started shagging as ‘just friends’, you had created a list of rules of sorts to prevent any conflicts from rising between your purely sexual relationship.

you and theodore had been close friends for years and you didn’t want anything to jeopardise that.

however, there was once when you were far too tired to make the trek back to your dorm and just slept over out of convenience. but one night led to another and here the both of you were, saying a big fuck all to the stupid rules you created months ago.

theodore picked his head up from your neck, “hey, doll?”

“hmm?” you hummed.

“d’you want to stop seeing other people for a while,” theodore suggested, a look of anxiousness on his face.

“yea?” you raised an eyebrow, the smile on your face relieving some of theodore’s nerves.

“yea,” he whispered lowly.

his eyes trailed from the hairs framing your face down to your chapped lips.

“okay,” you replied in a whisper as well, not wanting to ruin the peacefulness that had settled in the dorm room.

you jut your lips out as a silent request for a kiss and theodore met you in the middle. it wasn’t lustful like the kisses the previous night had been.

the kiss was sweet and you never wanted it to end. however, it was quickly short-lived when you were interrupted by the door of the dorm swinging open.

in walked in adrian pucey, a towel around his bare torso and his hair damp, presumably from the shower he had just returned from.

and yea, sure theodore was well fit, but adrian pucey was absolutely ripped.

your eyes naturally scanned adrian’s body as he walked into the dorm room, shutting the door behind him.

theodore immediately noticed this and placed his hands over your eyes, “oi! pucey! put a bloody shirt on would ya?”

adrian rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk and waved theodore off, putting his uniform on.

“bloody knob,” theodore muttered under his breath which resulted in you letting out a chuckle, knowing that theodore and adrian were best mates and this was just the way they were.

you grabbed onto theodore’s wrist and pulled his hands away from your eyes, kissing his palm as you did.

“pucey’s ugly anyway, you’re better looking,” you assured him in a teasing manner.

“hey!” adrian picked his head up from his crouching position where he had been going through his trunk for his textbooks for the day.

“the missus had spoken, sorry pucey,” theodore flipped adrian from across the room.

“alright, i best be off now. i’ll see you in the dining hall?” you swung your legs over theodore’s twin bed and slipped on your shoes.

theodore nodded his head and walked you to the door, his hand on the small of your back.

“bye,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips before making your way towards to steps that led to the common room.

theodore shut the door with a dopey smile on his face.

“awh mate, you are pussy whipped,” adrian shook his head, which earned him a pillow to the face.

that was thursday and it was now saturday. you were having breakfast with theodore and adrian in the great hall.

“doll, d’you want to go to hogsmeade later?” theodore asked.

“oh…no thank you, i’ve got arithmancy homework to catch up on,” you shook your head sorrily.

“that’s alright,” he kissed the side of your head and kicked adrian under the table to get his attention, “butterbeer later?”

“nah, i’ve got detention with snape. you could ask bletchley and them lot?” adrian suggested and theodore agreed, deciding he would check in with the rest of the quidditch members if they wanted to visit the three broomsticks together.

miles, theodore, terry, and graham downed their drinks and chatted about school and whatnot.

“hey, you lot mind if we go to spintwiches? i need new gloves,” miles asked the table and the other three boys agreed.

the four boys made their way to spintwiches and walked through the aisles. they paid for their shopping respectively and began the walk back to the assembly area to take the carriage back to the castle.

“ah shit, i left my wand spintwiches,” theodore patted his pockets and realised that he had left it by the till of the shop, “you guys go ahead, i’ll hurry back and go get it.”

when theodore was walking towards the sporting goods shop when he saw you through the windows.

you were talking animatedly to someone. he was confused at first as to why you were in hogsmeade considering how you said you were busy but he brushed it off as you having finished your homework early.

he smiled to himself as he saw you throw your head back in a laugh, thinking how that must be the most adorable sight he has ever laid his eyes upon.

as he walked down the cobbled pavement closer to the shop, he realised that the person you were talking to was none other than adrian.

he saw you hold adrian’s hands in yours before dropping it and flinging your arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

at your affection towards his best mate, all theodore saw was red. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

he could almost scoff at how the two people he cared most about the world would betray his trust like that.

never would he have thought that you would go behind his back and fuck around with his best mate of all people.

and never would he have thought that adrian, his friend of seven years, would go about and mess with the only girl he had ever felt this deeply for.

you and theodore had even agreed to stop seeing other people this morning.

theodore’s jaw ticked as anger and hurt surged through his veins.

fuck you. and fuck adrian pucey.

if only theodore had stepped into the actual shop, where he would have found out that you were actually talking to two people, and not just one. the other person you had been talking to was not visible as they had been standing behind a stack of boxes by the front windows.

theodore’s birthday was tomorrow and you were stumped on what to get him.

you then remembered that he had been complaining about how he was sick of using the school-issued brooms.

as such, you decided that you would gift him his own broom for his birthday.

but if you wanted it to be a surprise, you couldn’t get it if you were out with him. thus, you had to come with with a half-arse excuse on why you couldn’t visit hogsmeade with him that saturday.

you left the castle and hopped onto one of the last few carriages leaving hogwarts, less you run into him and ruin your planned surprise since most of the students would have returned to the castle by now.

you discreetly made the way to spintwiches and whilst paying for the broom and discussed with mr turner, the owner of the shop, how you wished for the broom to be wrapped, the bell that was attached the the entrance chimed.

you and mr turner turned your heads towards the entrance and you saw adrian and charlotte walk in, hand in hand.

“hi!” you waved to the couple and walked towards them.

charlotte, adrian’s girlfriend of almost two years now, was in hufflepuff. they both had the mutual decision to keep their relationship to themselves to save the hassle of the backlash they knew they would receive for their interhouse relationship. especially since how both of them were on their house’s quidditch teams.

in fact, you weren’t even supposed to find out. you had been doing your prefect rounds for the night when you had caught them in a very languid kiss by the courtyard. the couple trusted you in keeping their secret and you were honoured to be the only person who knew.

you kept that secret with your whole heart, not even telling theodore.

“hiya y/n,” charlotte waved back.

the couple told you that they too, had caught the last few carriages since they knew that was when hogsmeade was the least busiest. charlotte was due of new quidditch socks and that was why they found themselves in spintwiches.

you then told them how you were purchasing theodore’s birthday gift, hence why you had lied about not being able to visit hogsmeade with him today.

“we’ve been together for ages and never once have you gotten me a broom. i would look good on a firebolt wouldn’t i?” adrian teased charlotte.

rolling her eyes, charlotte whacked theodore in the back of his head.

you threw you head back as you laughed at the interaction.

as charlotte placed her hand back towards her sides, you noticed the glittering of a ring on her finger.

“no…” your jaw dropped as you quickly grabbed charlotte’s hand, inspecting the diamond ring.

“no fucking way…” you dropped charlotte’s hand and picked adrian’s up to look at the silver band on his left hand.

“you guys!” you squealed and flung your arms around adrian’s neck hugging him tightly. after letting go, you turned to charlotte to give her an equally loving hug.

“oh my god!” you squealed once more for good measure, “when did this happen?”

you and charlotte chatted all the way back to the castle, you forcing her to tell you everything about how adrian proposed and how they planned on hacing their wedding in december after you graduated in june. poor adrian was stuck lugging both of your shopping as he trailed behind you two.

theodore wasn’t anywhere to be found during dinner and you were utterly confused.

but as you scanned the rest of the slytherin table, you realised that none of the boys theodore had gone to hogsmeade with were at dinner either.

you guessed that they have gone for some extra quidditch practice, since it was not uncommon for them to do so.

you walked back to the dorms with your friends hoping to catch theodore on the way back or in his dorm room.

much to your dismay, even when you had briskly walked past the empty quidditch pitch and knocked on his dorm door only to have graham tell you that they hadn’t seen theodore since he separated from them at hogsmeade, you still had not found theodore.

it was getting rather late and you decided to turn it for the night so you could wake up early tomorrow and surprise theodore with his birthday gift.

you woke up on theodore’s birthday bright and early, freshly showered and dressed with the handwritten card in one hand and the nicely wrapped broom in the other.

you knocked on theodore’s dorm door excitedly and was greeted by montague.

“y/n?” graham furrowed his brows and the greeting sounded more like a question than a statement, “aren’t you there..?” the brunette pointed to theodore’s bed.

you were too excited and barged into the room that you hadn’t registered what graham had said.

the commotion had woken theodore up, he rubbed at his eyes and leaned against his headboard. his sudden movement caused the y/h/c girl laying next to him to shift awake as well.

the moment your eyes laid upon the disheveled girl in theodore’s bed who was definitely not you, you dropped the gift and card onto the floor the wind knocked out of you.

your lip quivered and hot tears filled your eyes, “what the fuck, theodore?”

theodore frowned at you and stood up from his bed, a scoff leaving his lips.

“you don’t get to fucking cry and throw a pity party y/n. you were the one who was fucking around with pucey behind my back first. fucking slut.” theodore spat with more hatred laced in his voice than you had ever heard.

not once had he spoken to you in this manner and it felt like lacerations burning onto your skin as you were put on the back end of his tone.

“w-what are you talking about?” you croaked.

“don’t play coy, doll,” the usage of the pet name would’ve made butterflies erupt in your belly if it weren’t for the sarcasm in theodore voice, “i saw you with pucey at spintwiches yesterday after you lied to my fucking face. do you take me as some type of joke? am i stupid to you?”

“what? adrian and i-we aren’t-” you spluttered, trying to explain what really happened but you didn’t want to out charlotte and adrian, it wasn’t your place to do so.

“fuck off y/n. fuck you.” theodore sneered.

your eyes drifted to the girl in theodore’s bed as she let out a loud laugh at theodore’s words.

you dashed out of theodore’s dorm in a heap of tears.

adrian, who was leaning against the open door frame had witnessed the whole interaction.

“mate, what the fuck? adrian shoved theodore in the shoulder.

“fuck you pucey,” theodore went in for a punch when adrian quickly stopped it, since he was physically bigger than theodore after all.

theodore struggled against adrian’s grip but he was far weaker to break out of it.

“you done?” adrian glared and when theodore was too tired to resist, pucey pushed theodore back onto his bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it.

adrian snapped his fingers at the girl who was still laying amongst the green accented sheets, “out,” he demanded, pointing towards to door.

adrian was usually a respectful gentleman. but he was so annoyed at the way theodore had berated you that the girl that theodore had shagged last night was the last thing on his mind.

“you’re a dickhead, you know that?” adrian scolded as he dug through his nightstand and pulled out what he was looking for.

“yesterday, my fiancée and i were at hogsmeade when we ran into y/n and spintwiches. she was congratulating us.” adrian held the wedding band in front of theodore’s face, “y/n was the only person who knew about charlotte and i and she did a damn well job keeping the secret for our sake.”

“y/n was there trying to get you a broom to surprise you today with. but you were too far in your head being a grade a asshole and made a stupid assumption.” adrian shook his head disappointedly, “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

adrian threw on his jumper and left the dorm, making the effort to slam the door behind him.

“oh, lovey,” charlotte consoled you and ran her hands down your hair soothingly.

you had been running through the corridors when charlotte had spotted your red eyes and hunched figure. she pulled you into a more secluded corner of the corridor.

in broken sobs and a heaving chest, you explained what had happened with theodore.

you felt like your heart had been torn out of your body and stomped on.

you thought that theodore would have trusted you enough to not jump to conclusions that quickly. not only that, he had betrayed you trust.

you didn't think you could ever forgive theodore for what he had done.

the next few days, charlotte and adrian took turns looking out for you since they didn't want to be seen together.

theodore had been harassing your dorm mates and your slytherin friends but you had begged them not to tell him of your whereabouts. luckily, they were more trustworthy than theodore by the tenfold.

you also hadn't returned to the slytherin common room to prevent running into theodore. since most of the students in your year were either gryffindor or slytherin, it meant that charlotte's dorm had multiple unoccupied beds.

the hufflepuffs didn't seem to mind your presence in the hufflepuff commons either. damn their naturally good-hearts.

she had nicely offered you a space in her dorm which you accepted with no hesitation. your dorm mates had kindly packed your things for you so you had clothes to change into and the proper books for your lessons.

the hardest part of avoiding theodore was during lessons. luckily, theodore was not in most of the classes you had chose to taken, save for potions and charms since they were the two most common subjects.

you would purposefully enter the classroom a few seconds before the class started to prevent theodore from trying to talk to you. and once you were dismissed by the professor, you would stuff your books and parchment in your book bag and rush out the classroom where adrian or charlotte would already be waiting for you.

despite your fruitful attempts, there was once when adrian was held back while in transfiguration by mcgonagall and you had to walk to your next class alone.

you ducked your head and weaved through the crowded corridor of students when you felt someone tug on you wrist, halting your movements.

"y/n, please," the familiar voice begged.

you let out a sigh and turned around, trying to pull your wrist out of theodore's grip.

your eyes were averting his gaze as best as you could, theodore's askew tie suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. the last thing you wanted was to look into theodore's hazel eyes.

truthfully, that was the reason why you had been avoiding him like the plague. you knew that just once look into his soft eyes that you would forgive him in a heartbeat.

you had always harboured feelings for theodore since you had first became friends in first year but he was such a close friend that you always dismissed it as just a schoolgirl fancy.

becoming friends with benefits with theodore allowed you to connect with him in the most intimate way humanly possible. you got to see a different side of the brunette that you had never seen before.

and fuck, you found yourself slowly falling for him on a deeper level.

"i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. i didn't mean what i said, what i did i just-"

"stop, just...stop," you cut him off before you could continue. the tremor in your voice was enough for theodore to let go of your wrist and reluctantly let you walk away from him.

the last time theodore attempted to talk to you was a week ago when you had walked away from him and he willingly let you.

he was losing sleep over the guilt that was festering in his soul.

theodore hadn't opened the present you had gifted him nor had he read the handwritten card. he just couldn't bring himself to.

theodore sat on the edge of his bed leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the card you had written in his hands.

with a deep inhale, theodore opened the card and read your neat penmanship that littered the inside.

if there was anything theodore did not do, was cry. theodore nott was not a crier. he never cried. in fact, not counting when he was an infant, theodore nott had only cried twice in his life.

once, when his mother had passed in his fourth year and the time he fell down the steps in his home and landed on his tailbone. (not that he would ever admit to anyone that he cried after falling on his bum)

and despite theodore nott's seemingly inability to express his emotions through tears, here he was, crying like a little bitch over your card.

he cried over the guilt of it all. he cried over how you were the most perfect thing in his life and he had let you slipped through his fingers.

it was evident that you had poured your heart in the card, your words as sweet as the kisses you would wake him up with. your words filled with as much passion you put into everything you do.

in his world full of chaos, other than adrian, you were his stagnant. not once in the seven years you had been friends had you ever done anything to theodore for him to think otherwise.

theodore had no idea what made him jump to the conclusion that you had been seeing adrian behind his back. maybe it was feeding into the insecurity that everything good in his life would always come to an end (his mother's death was what started it), not that that was an excuse for his actions.

if he could take back what he had said to you and never slept with what's-her-name, he would in an instant. the heartbroken and crestfallen expression on your face during that morning on his birthday was enough to haunt him for the rest of his life.

sure it was selfish for him to want to earn your forgiveness, but theodore nott was a selfish bastard through and through.

that was how he found himself by the hufflepuff common rooms, knowing that was where you had been staying.

"y/n!"

you had heard someone shout for your name from the inside of charlotte's dorm. at first, you had thought you were hearing things. but after the third of fourth yell, you stepped out of the dorm to see what was going on.

there theodore nott was, in all his stupid, dumb, handsome, glory, trying to tumble up the stairs towards the female hufflepuff dorms.

each time theodore managed to barrel up the third step, the stairs turned into a slide and he would slip back into the common area.

the ruckus of his actions were clearly bothering the other hufflepuffs that were trying to study. as much as they were trying to hide their annoyance towards you, it was clear that they were starting to regret ever letting you enter their common room.

wanting to save yourself from being exiled from the hufflepuffs, you skipped down the steps two at a time and pulled on the hood of theodore's cloak.

"what it wrong with you?" you shoved theodore in the shoulder harshly.

"i'm sorry y/n, i'm so sorry. i fucked up, i'm sorry. shit, i-i love you."

"what?" you stared at him in disbelief.

"i love you, y/n. i should've never done what i did. i was an asshole to you and fucked it up like always. i love you so much.”

“i hate you,” you shoved him in the chest once, twice, and a third time for good measure.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you,” tears brimmed your eyes at theodore’s confession as you barrelled your fists into his chest.

theodore, being much stronger than you, barely flinched at your actions, “i know my love, i know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i’ll never do it again.”

your punches became weaker as you sobbed, crumbling in theodore’s arms as he held you by your forearms.

“y-you can’t just say you love me and make everything o-okay.” you hiccuped, tears damping theodore’s tie and shirt.

“i know, my love.” theodore pulled you further into his chest, one hand wrapped around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your head.

“i hate you. i h-hate that i love you. i hate that…that even after what you said—w-what you did, that i still love you.”

theodore kissed the crown of your head as he let your sobs subside, guiding you to sit on one of the benches by the elves’ quarters.

he kneeled down in front of you in between your legs, holding your cold hands in his.

“i’ll do anything to make it up to you, to show you that you mean so much to me—because you do. you mean the absolute world to me. i know we said months ago that we could see other people but there hasn’t been anyone else-”

you frowned, about to pull your hands away because no, there has been someone else. that girl you had caught him in bed with the morning of his birthday. theodore noticed you apprehension and held onto your hand tighter, but not tight enough to hurt.

“o-other than her. but it’s always been you, y/n. it will always be you. i’ll do anything, i swear. anything…” he trailed off, almost in a beg, kissing the back of your knuckles delicately.

“i didn’t like the way you made me feel that morning. i never want to feel that type of hurt anymore.”

“and you never will, i promise you. i’ll treat you like a goddess.” theodore rambled, relieved by the insinuation that you would let him into your life again.

“i don’t need to be treated like a goddess, theodore. i just want to be treated that way i deserve.” you corrected him.

“you deserve the world and i’ll do everything i can go make sure i do.” theodore affirmed.

all your resolve had dissipated as you stared into his warm eyes filled with so much love.

you nodded and thought about what you wanted to say before settling on “but we can’t just pick up where we left off. we start right at the beginning, friends first.”

“friends first.”

read y/n's card to theodore here

A/N: so…what do we think? i was so tempted to leave this angsty but i couldn’t do that to you guys.

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