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[moonpascal]

IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY

CHAPTER ONE series masterlist

SUMMARY II WC: 3k

When a careless spell erases her memories of Theo, he’s left grappling with the pain of being forgotten. As she returns to seeing him as just another Slytherin, Theo must navigate a world where the love they shared no longer exists—at least, not in her mind. But Theo refuses to give up. He’ll do whatever it takes to remind her of the connection they once had.

WARNINGS: angst, fighting, not 100% canon compliant 

DEDICATION

thank you so much to @amiableness for helping me with chapter! i don’t know what i would do without you and giving me motivation to write this! i love you! 🤎

thank you to @mischievousmoony for helping my brain block i was having and helping me with ideas, you’re amazing and i love you! 🫶🏼

"Is the coast clear?" you whisper to Theo, your heart pounding in your chest. Sneaking into the Room of Requirement had always been nerve-wracking, but with the additional new rules Umbridge had enforced and the rising threat of Voldemort, it felt more dangerous than ever. Even more so because Theo was betraying his own house and friends to be here.

Theo takes another quick glance down the corridor, then nods. He reaches for your hand, his fingers lacing with yours as he pulls you out from your hiding spot.

You both move swiftly and silently toward the wall where the entrance to the Room of Requirement appears. You glance behind you, double-checking to make sure no one is following, before Theo tugs you inside.

Inside, the room is already alive with the sound of practicing defense spells. You and Theo head to the corner that has unofficially become your spot. Some of the others still cast wary glances at Theo, unsure if they can trust a Slytherin among them. Only the Golden Trio seems comfortable with his presence.

As you settle in, the adrenaline from sneaking around begins to subside, but your worry for Theo doesn’t. You can’t help but think about the risks he's taking—defying his father's beliefs, lying to his friends, putting himself in danger—all because he believes in making a change. You know how much he cares for them, and it breaks your heart that he's forced to choose between them and doing what’s right.

You shift closer to Theo, your hand resting lightly on his knee, a silent attempt to anchor him. He’s still tense, his eyes sweeping the room as if on constant alert. Instead of reaching for the textbook like usual, he closes it and sets it aside, surprising you.

“I think we both know enough for now,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Let’s practice today instead.”

You know the purpose of these meetings is to practice spells, but the thought of doing so in front of your peers makes your stomach twist with anxiety. The fear of messing up or accidentally hurting someone lingers in your mind, making the idea of participating overwhelming.

Theo, ever attuned to your emotions, senses your hesitation. He gently pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and rubbing your arm in a soothing gesture. “We’ll start simple,” he whispers reassuringly, his lips brushing against the side of your head in a tender kiss. “Just a quick Expelliarmus. You’ve got this.”

His warmth and steady presence begin to melt away your nerves, making the idea of practicing a little less daunting. With Theo by your side, you feel like you can handle whatever comes next.

Reluctantly, you pull away from his embrace, already missing the warmth. Moments like these—where you could be close to him without worrying about prying eyes—were rare. Even in the hallways, you could barely walk side by side without Umbridge or Filch barking at you to separate.

You stand, shrugging off your robe to give yourself more freedom of movement, and follow Theo to an open space.

“Alright, you know the movement, and you’ve seen it done. You’ve got this, amore,” Theo encourages, his words ringing with confidence.

Your muscles tense. If you mess up, the spell could do more than just disarm him; it could knock him out. But when Theo flashes that smile—the one that always makes your heart skip—you find yourself believing you can do it.

You take your stance, feeling the weight of the moment as Theo prepares himself, raising his wand as if ready to duel. With a deep breath, you steady yourself and shout, “Expelliarmus!” The spell shoots out from your wand, hitting its mark perfectly. Theo’s wand flies across the room, landing with a clatter as relief floods through you.

Theo’s grin widens as he claps and cheers, “I knew you could do it, tesoro!”

You watch him jog to retrieve his wand, a warmth spreading through your chest. How did you get so lucky to have him? He’s your anchor, the reason you keep pushing forward. He makes you want to be better, to reach higher.

When Theo returns, he places his hands on either side of your face, his eyes shining with pride. “See? You were amazing. Nothing to worry about,” he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring. He leans in, and you meet him halfway, your lips brushing softly against his.

The kiss is slow and tender, each movement gentle as if savoring the moment. You taste the faint remnants of cigarettes and the sweetness of his breakfast. It’s a kiss that speaks of quiet reassurance, of the bond you share, strong and unwavering.

But then you remember where you are, in front of everyone. You pull back, your lips lingering just a moment longer before you peck his lips one last time, a small smile playing on your face.

“I love you, Theo,” you whisper, your foreheads touching, the world around you fading away as you both savor the closeness of the moment.

But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

As you and Theo are lost in your own world, Harry is practicing a spell, the weight of the war and the responsibility of training others pressing heavily on him. The stress shows in his furrowed brow as he skims through spells in his textbook, landing on Obliviate, the charm to erase specific memories. Whatever memories Harry wants to erase is up for debate, but he doesn’t fully grasp the complexity of the spell.

With only a quick glance at the incantation, he swishes and flicks his wand, but nothing happens. Frustration builds as he tries again, more forcefully, but to no avail. Sweat slicks his palm, and with a sharp, aggressive flick, his wand slips from his grip.

Sparks fly out, ricocheting off the floor and walls. Harry tries to shout a warning, but it’s too late. The spell rebounds, hitting the back of your head and sending you flying into Theo.

Theo barely reacts in time, catching you as you collapse into his chest, limp and unresponsive. His arms instinctively wrap around you as he kneels, lowering you gently to the floor.

You look as if you’re merely asleep, but your breaths come slow and shallow. Panic seizes Theo as he brushes your hair out of your face, his voice trembling.

“Amore, come on, wake up. It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers, his mind racing for what to do.

A crowd of students gathers around you both, their whispers only fueling Theo’s panic. He snaps, his voice a sharp contrast to the desperation in his heart. “Who did this?!” he demands, his eyes wild as they scan the frightened faces.

“It was me, I’m sorry, I—” Harry begins, but Theo is on him in an instant, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him close, his rage palpable.

“You’re dead, Potter!” Theo snarls, his grip tightening.

Fred and George are quick to intervene, pulling Theo off Harry, while Ron helps steady his shaken friend. “Let’s calm down, yeah?” Fred says, trying to reason with Theo. “We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey. She’ll be okay.”

“She better be,” Theo threatens, his voice low and dangerous. He shrugs off the twins and returns to your side, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches your shallow breaths. When someone offers to help, he waves them off, scooping you up in his arms and pushing past everyone, his focus solely on getting you to safety.

Adrenaline courses through him, fueling his every step as he rushes through the empty corridors—thank Merlin—for six floors until he finally bursts into the hospital wing.

He wastes no time, laying you gently on one of the beds. Madam Pomfrey turns to scold him, but the words die in her throat when she sees your unconscious form.

“What happened?” she asks, her tone sharp with concern.

“She was fine one second, then something hit her head, and she just… collapsed,” Theo says, trying to keep his explanation as vague as possible to avoid suspicion.

“It’s okay, Theodore,” Madam Pomfrey reassures him, her voice softening. “I’m sure it’s nothing serious. Let me examine her. Just breathe, grab a chair, alright?”

Theo nods, though he can hardly think straight. He watches anxiously as Madam Pomfrey performs a series of diagnostic spells, her brow furrowing as each result comes back normal.

“I’m not finding anything out of the ordinary, Nott,” she finally says, puzzled. “She seems perfectly fine, just asleep.”

But Theo isn’t looking at her. He’s holding your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he wills you to wake up.

“We’ll wait until she comes around, okay? I’ll let you stay with her overnight to keep an eye on things,” Madam Pomfrey says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder before drawing a partition around your bed to give you both some privacy.

As soon as she’s gone, Theo chokes back a sob, his worst fears clawing at him. He knows something is wrong—no one just falls unconscious like that from a spell. He pulls the thin blanket up to cover you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple.

“I love you too, amore. You’re gonna be okay, alright?” he whispers, his voice cracking as he desperately hopes for a response, his heart aching in the silence.

———

Theo stirred awake as he felt a sudden movement beneath him. His eyes opened groggily, his head lifting from where it had been resting on your stomach, his arm still wrapped around your waist. The scratchy hospital wing blanket was a far cry from the soft one you were used to, but Theo had barely noticed, too consumed by worry to care about his own discomfort.

As you rubbed your eyes harshly, Theo blinked a few times to clear the sleep from his own, running a hand through his tousled hair. He sat up straighter, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, when he heard your voice—sharp, confused.

“Nott? What are you doing here? And why am I in the hospital wing?”

Theo’s heart dropped. The way you said his name—Nott, not Theo, not love—sent a chill through him. He tensed, trying to keep his voice steady. “Tesoro, you were hit in the head, remember?” He reached out for your hand, desperate to offer some comfort, but you jerked it away before he could touch you.

“This isn’t funny, Nott! What prank are you and your friends pulling now?” Your glare was like a knife to his chest, cutting deep. Theo’s mind raced, trying to process what was happening. This wasn’t right—this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm even as panic clawed at him. The way you looked at him, the suspicion and anger in your eyes, made everything clear that something was terribly wrong.

“Please, just listen to me—” he started, but the words felt hollow. His worst fears were playing out right in front of him, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.

Theo jumped to his feet and rushed toward Madam Pomfrey, who was just arriving at the entrance to the hospital wing.

“She’s awake, but she’s acting like she doesn’t know me—please, you have to help,” Theo pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. He wasn’t one to beg, not unless it was to you, but now the words spilled out uncontrollably, fear gripping his heart.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, quickly following him back to your bedside. You were sitting up, fiddling with your hands, a deep scowl etched on your face. Theo’s stomach churned at the sight—he knew that scowl too well, but it had been a long time since it had been directed at him.

“Good morning, dear! How are you feeling?” Madam Pomfrey asked, her voice warm and calm as she began to check your vitals.

You shrugged, casting a wary glance at Theo, who hovered behind the nurse, his heart pounding in his chest. “I feel okay, just confused about how I ended up here.”

“Alright, I’m going to ask you a series of questions, and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability, alright?”

You nodded, and Madam Pomfrey proceeded with the standard questions—what year it was, who the Minister of Magic was, what you did yesterday. You answered each one correctly, with ease, but Theo’s dread only deepened with every word. Everything you said lined up, except for one glaring omission—there was no mention of him. Not in any of it.

Madam Pomfrey paused, her gaze flicking to Theo before she asked the question that made his blood run cold. “Do you know him?” she asked, pointing to Theo.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, your irritation clear. “Yeah, he’s Theodore Nott, Slytherin. Which I’m still confused about—why is he here?”

Theo felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. The way you looked at him, the casual indifference in your voice, transported him back to a time before everything had changed—before you had opened your heart to him. It was as if the last year and a half had been erased, and the weight of that realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep it together, but the familiar coldness in your eyes made it nearly impossible to breathe.

Theo felt his world collapse around him. He couldn’t stay in that room, couldn’t bear to see you look at him like he was a stranger. As Madam Pomfrey explained to you that you’d been hit in the head and Theo had brought you in, he bolted from the hospital wing, stumbling into the hallway. He leaned against a cold stone column, clutching his chest as panic set in. His heart raced uncontrollably, his breaths shallow and ragged. It was another panic attack, but this time, you weren’t there to help him through it. You didn’t even remember him. All those memories—the ones he cherished most—were gone. And it was all because of Potter.

His vision tunneled, everything blurring except for one thought: Harry had done this. He was the reason Theo’s entire world had been ripped away. And Harry was going to pay.

Theo knew exactly where to find him. He’d memorized Harry’s schedule down to the minute, having spent so much time with you before breakfast as you walked with Hermione and Harry. If he timed it right, he’d catch Harry just before he entered the Great Hall.

As Theo rounded the corner, he spotted the trio ahead. They noticed him too, and he saw the tension rise in their shoulders. But Theo was too far gone to care about what they thought. All he saw was Harry—the cause of all this pain.

Without hesitation, Theo marched straight up to them. His usual calm, calculated demeanor was gone, replaced by a storm of raw, unfiltered anger. He shoved Harry hard, sending him stumbling back, barely managing to stay on his feet.

“Nott, let’s talk about this,” Harry started, his voice laced with caution.

“What was the spell, Potter?” Theo demanded, his voice rough with barely contained fury.

“It was an accident!” Harry insisted, his eyes wide with desperation. “It was Obliviate. I swear, I didn’t mean to hit her!”

Theo’s hand shot out, grabbing Harry by his robe, pulling him close enough to feel the heat of his breath. A twisted smile played on Theo’s lips as he tightened his grip. “Oh, but I’m going to mean to hit you.”

He drew back his fist, ready to make Harry pay for everything he’d taken from him. But just as he was about to strike, your voice cut through the chaos, stopping him cold.

“Nott, what the hell are you doing?!” you yelled, rushing toward them, your eyes flashing with anger.

Harry immediately tried to shield you from the truth. “Trouble, it’s fine, really—”

“No, it’s not fine!” you interrupted, glaring at Theo as you pushed him away from Harry. “I’m sick of Slytherins picking on you-us for no reason!”

Theo felt his heart shatter as he watched you fix Harry’s robe, your attention entirely on his supposed enemy. You had no idea what Harry had done, what he had stolen from both of you.

When you finally turned back to Theo, the disgust in your eyes was a knife to his heart. “You’re pathetic, Nott, and you’ll never change,” you spat, the venom in your words leaving him reeling.

The surrounding students watched in stunned silence, the full weight of what had just happened sinking in. They now understood why Theo had been so close to breaking Harry’s face.

As you turned your back on him and walked away with your friends, Theo stood there, frozen. The disappointment in your eyes, the harshness of your words—it was too much. He felt like he might collapse under the weight of it all. But instead, he just stood there, watching you disappear into the Great Hall, his world crumbling around him.

Your words echoed in his mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. His fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms as he fought to keep from breaking apart. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but all he could do was stand there, helpless and shattered.

The hallway, once filled with tension, was now eerily silent, the students having scattered. Theo was left alone in the aftermath, cold and hollow, the life drained out of him in those few, terrible moments. You had been his anchor, his reason to believe in something beyond the darkness that had always surrounded him. And now you were gone, ripped away by a single, careless spell.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, but when he finally moved, it was like a switch had flipped inside him. He couldn’t let this be the end. He couldn’t lose you. There had to be a way to fix this, to bring you back to him. And if he had to tear the world apart to do it, he would.

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[bunny-1111]

One step ahead - TN, enemies to lovers + academic rivals

Description: You and Theodore hate each other. Amidst exam season, was the tension and the teasing because of your rivalry or something else?

Word count: 1.2k

Authors Note: I'm backkkkkkkk, sorry for not being as active been so flat out, but this story came into my head, and I just couldn't resist

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You glared at Theodore across your charms class, his gaze already haunting you before you could find his eye line.

It was always a competition; who would break away first, but he always won.

Regardless of being in the same friendship group, it did not affect your rivalry.

Since children, you hated everything about each other.

You hated how he strutted. You hated how he'd be so sure he was right about everything. You hated the way he flirted with every girl in Hogwarts, you hated how he'd always find a way out of trouble, regardless of always breaking the rules, You hated the way he sounded so sophisticated, even, if not, especially when he cussed.

He hated the way you'd smile, and get your every which way bewitching anyone with that stupid perfect mouth of yours. He hated how guys would kneel down to you, he hated how you always managed to hold such composure even when you were slaughtered drunk, how you fluttered your eyes up, and more than anything, he hated how he couldn't get rid of you, you lived in his mind, you danced in his head like a memory he couldn't shake.

As he made his way towards your desk, his face didn't budge, his expression curious, like he had planned what he was going to say before he even got to you.

he leaned over and inspected your grade, his arm leading awfully close to your hand, "One point behind me" he almost laughed

Your brows threatening to furrow, his lips threatening to smirk.

"Well, next quiz, you'll be two points behind me" you insisted

"Shame that's not true", he shrugged, "I'll always be one point and step in front of you." he practically gritted through his teeth

With that, the bell rang, he turned and made his exit. Not that easily, you thought, shoving into his shoulder, overtaking his place in the corridor. You didn't look back, you didn't need to, you already knew his eyes were watching you, you felt them.

With exams coming up, the pressure was on, more than ever, to outdo each other's intelligence.

Sitting around a large round table at the table were Matteo, Enzo, Theo, Pansy, Draco and yourself, most eyes glued to books, except Theo's. His eyes found themselves studying your face instead of his charms book. When you caught him staring, you rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating back on your notes; you thought he's just trying to distract me. Do not let him win, you reminded yourself, fighting the urge to look back up.

When your exams finally finished, you dropped your pencil and followed everyone out of the hall, Theodore found himself beside you, "Stand still for a second, Nott" you say. He listened and waited for what you were about to say; you took one big step in front of him "see that, one step ahead" you smiled as you continued to walk backwards, he laughed, actually laughed, shaking his head. You couldn't help but smile yourself.

"Did you see that?" Pansy says, nudging into Draco's shoulder, "See what?" he questions. "I think they're... getting along... in their own fucked up way," she concluded, her head tilted to make sure what she was seeing wasn't in her own mind. "Maybe hell has frozen over", he said, watching, equally as shocked as Pansy.

Sitting patiently in your chair, waiting for you exam results.

When you flip your page over, you smile, confident you have beaten Theodore, "98" you mouth to him from across the room, his lips turn into an exaggerated frown lifting his paper up for you to see. 98.5 written at the top of his page.

You have to be fucking kidding me! You wanted to scream, point five, point motherfucking five, are you kidding me?!

Throwing your page back onto your desk, you were pissed, as Theodore had never been more pleased.

You didn't wait around for his snarky comments, you walk straight out of class, you were in no mood to be trifled with.

Spending the rest of the day in your room, not showing up for dinner, you had no appetite for food, or Theodore's reminders of beating you, just.

Just after 11pm, you couldn't sleep. Being a weekend with no curfew, you grabbed your packet and stormed outside, desperately fighting the wind, trying to light your cigarette.

"need a hand?" Theodore said covering your smoke from the wind, you said nothing back, instead leaning slightly on the wall behind you.

"What are you doing here?" you finally replied

"I could ask you the same question," he retorts

You couldn't look at him, so mad, you were scared you would cry or hit him, which would encrypt guilt or satisfaction?

"Look at me when I speak to you," he demanded. Had he been talking? We were so caught up in your thoughts that you couldn't hear anything he had said.

Clocking your head towards him, "Don't tell me what to do", you huff, exhaling. He snatched the smoke out of your lips, stomping on it

"Sorry?" He gritted, spineless

Rolling your eyes, he took hold of your face, more specifically, your chin, "Don't fucking roll your eyes at me again, understand?" he instructed "I always roll my eyes at you" You reply, eyes squinting in anger

"Not anymore," he said calmly

Now you were confused, "I don't un-" you start

"Understand, yeah, I know" he finishes

"But that's a lie, I do understand, and so do you, all too well" He continues as he stalks closer to you, to the point your back is now completely pressed against the wall

Your heart rate picked up, "You hate me. I hate you too," You had to say out loud, trying to remind each other about your feelings

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he says, pressing his chest onto you

"Don't do this" you begged. He didn't listen. He just kept getting impossibly closer.

You huffed out a deep and heavy sigh. "What's wrong" he practically whispers

"I'm frustrated because I hate you, you frustrate me" you hiss out

"No," he said, as his mouth rested at the top of your neck. "You're not frustrated because you hate me; you're frustrated because you want me." He breathed onto you without thinking you pulled his face upright, crashing your lips with his for what felt like too long.

"Theodore" you rushed, catching your breath

"Don't pull away from me" he pleaded, kissing you harder.

Finally, leaning off him, you turned away, "Why did we do that" you ask, were you asking him or yourself?

"We can't help it" He soothes, turning you back over to face him again

"I have a bad habit of breaking everything I touch, y'know," he admits, his hand gripping the back of your neck, the other firm on your waist.

"go on then," you say above a whisper, hands linking behind his neck.

"Break me. Touch me." You purr.

[dearggntlereader]

Picture does not represent the reader's looks!!!

Warnings: mention of alcohol

jealousy . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Mattheo doesn’t know why he cares. Why the little prickly feeling in his stomach keeps getting harder to ignore as he stares at you. You’re leaning against the bar, waiting for drinks for the group and the bloke next to you is standing a little too close.

Mattheo feels the urgent need to direct your attention away from the bloke with fucked up hair, way too much gel, and to him instead. To him and his friends, of course. Because you’re all going out and you should be with them instead of laughing at gel-head’s jokes.

And that would be a perfectly good excuse if it wasn’t for the fact that no one around him seemed bothered, you were getting drinks for them after all.

You’d probably stop talking to him once the drinks arrived anyway.

He shifts his eyes to Blaise telling Theo about his current Situationship.

“She’s just so bad at communicating, you know.” he complains with a casual whisk of his hand.

Mattheo snorts, “You don’t exactly have the clearest communication either. How many girls have you ghosted, again?”

“Well, they should learn to take a hint.”

“Exactly,” Theo agreed with a drunken laugh.

“If this conversation doesn’t show the sheer amount of boyfriend material in this group, I don’t know what does.” Pansy cuts in with a sarcastic remark.

A slight pain forms in his chest as Theo and Blaise complain about Pansy’s arrogance. She’s not much better, after all. He looks back to you, now paying the bartender. You never liked to keep a tab.

Mattheo stands up, mumbling something about helping you carry your drinks and starts his way through the crowd. His eyes are locked on you while your eyes keep flitting from gel-head’s face to your drinks.

The crowd luckily recognizes him and makes way for him, ensuring that he doesn’t bump into anyone. Even the sloppy drunk girls get pulled a bit closer by their friends to make space.

He gets to you fast and the sound of your laugh pushes away the pain in his chest and instead gives space for that soft, mushy feeling to hug him tight. 

You’re looking at the drinks in front of you. Mike, the guy that’s been chatting to you, is going to have to help you. Just as you're about to ask him, you feel a familiar arm around your shoulder.

Mike’s a nice guy, amazing Friend material and you share some classes. Still, having Mattheo, a guy you know for certain is safe, feels a lot better. Not that Mike’s had any chance to slip anything in any drink but you never know.

“Need help there, Cariño?” Mattheo asks, whispering into your ear. You subconsciously lean into his arm and let a lazy smile take over your face. 

Mike frowns but quickly recovers. “All good, I think we’ve got it.” He grabs most of the drinks leaving only two for you.

Mattheo leans over you, pressing you close, to grab the two last drinks and smiles at you, “Let’s get back then.” His smile is a bit tense but he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, signaling you to start walking. 

You let the giggle fall freely from your mouth as you make your way back towards the couches. Mattheo right behind you and Mike behind him.

Is it wrong to hate a guy Mattho hasn’t shared more than two sentences with? Probably.

Mattheo doesn’t think he cares as he watches you sitting next to Max or whatever his Name is. You’re laughing and talking about your shared interest in Art. 

Does he know Mattheo has drawn you more times than he could count? It might not be the time to bring that up.

Maybe he should bring up hair-care. Max sure could you use some pointers.

Mattheo feels protective of you in a way he’s never known. He’s felt protective of you when a guy’s made you uncomfortable but not like this.

Maybe it's not protectiveness. Whatever it is, it’s eating him alive, swallowing him whole.

He can’t tear his eyes off you and his Friends have long stopped trying to involve him in conversation, aware that he won’t engage.

The way your hair is falling into your face and you're letting Milo lay his Hand on your waist.

You catch his eye and for a short, lovely second, the ugliness of whatever’s eating him goes away. You cock your eyebrow, teasing. 

You’re teasing him.

You’re letting a guy feel you up and make you laugh and hold you close and you’re teasing him.

Mattheo smirks.

Then, your eyes return to the guy and Mattheo chuckles.

He doesn’t know what he’s feeling or what you’re doing but the fact that you looked at him with that look in your eye, that look only he gets, is enough for him.

I really liked this idea but it took me a while to write for some reason. @dustie-faerie

[athenamikaelson]

WITS NOVELLA STORY #1

A/N- This takes place in Chapter 20 when Theo and Klaus meet for the first time and Theo throws a stick at him. This is short and unedited but I’m sick, so bare with me. Warnings-swearing, blood 

Word Count- 1k

THEO’S POV-

“Theo! Hold the fuck on, you dumbass,” My sister’s voice makes me halt and stare at her in shock. 

Is this hoe serious?????!!!!

“What the fuck are you doing,” I yell at her and I feel my eye twitch as I look from my sister to the stray staring up at us. 

“He’s not going to hurt us… at least he wasn’t until you threw a fucking twig at his head,” Y/n says and I don’t miss the small smile that comes onto her face when she looks down at the MUTT glaring up at us while holding the huge tree-branch I threw at him to protect my sister. I almost faint when I hear my sister giggle. 

SHE’S FUCKING GIGGLING!? WHY IS SHE GIGGLING? I mean I’m glad my sister is laughing…she doesn’t laugh much. Well, she does when she is with me, but like…I’m me. He’s…a thing! 

“Luv, I know I made a promise about not hurting him, but I think I might have to break that,” The rabid one growls I glare at him and act like I’m not scared, but before the thing can see me, Y/n stands in front of me.  

“You’ll have to kill me first.”

My sister’s threat makes the gremlin in front of us go quiet. I look over my sister’s shoulder and look between the thing and my sister. Where my sister has a harsh glare on her face, the thing just stares blankly at her. My sister is still glaring at him, but I see something shift in his gaze. He still looks annoyed but as his head tilts slightly, it’s almost as if he’s enjoying her staring at him. And then his eyes soften. 

Not on my watch. 

“This sexual tension is freaking me out,” I say sarcastically hoping it’ll freak my sister out and get her away from this pervert. 

“Shut up, Theo!”

“Oh, let the boy continue.”

The smirk on the idiot's face makes me want to barf on him. I grasp my sister’s hand and pull her over to me slightly. She turns over her shoulder, sends me a small smile, and squeezes my hand. 

Ya, woman, that’s nice and all but let’s get the fucking house already. 

“He hurt you, Y/n,” I glare at the demon.

“Did not,” He dismisses. 

This bitch, “Did too!”

“Did no-”

“Jesus Christ, stop you two! Theo, it was Stefan who hurt me. Klaus actually…helped me. I guess.”

My sister’s words have me pausing. Stefan did this to her? Welp, looks like I got to add Vampire Hunter to my resume. 

“Stefan did this to you,” As she nods I feel a wave of anger rush over me, “Fine. Then grab that stick we’re going to go stab Stefan instead.”

I walk past my sister and begin to hop down the steps. Idgit raises the stick for me to take and I nod at him. 

“I’ll join you, mate.”

If I were a better person, I would decline his offer since I’ve heard just how bad this guy is from Jeremy. But, when it comes to getting back at the people who hurt my sister, I’m fine with not being a good person. 

I get to the last step when I feel a tug on the blanket I’m wearing.

“Theo go back inside. Now.”

My sister glares at me and I go to argue but her expression turns to one of slight pain. My gaze goes up the dried blood on her forehead and I feel a wave of shame flow through me. 

I turn back toward the pain in my side and point my fingers at him in an “I’m watching you way” and I’m surprised he doesn't growl at me. I give a final look at my sister before going back into the house. 

I quickly run towards the living window and hide behind the curtain as I watch them. No way in hell am I leaving my sister unchaperoned. 

I watch as Klaus stares hopelessly at my sister and I roll my eyes. Make it any more obvious would you, Dip Shit. Of course, out of all the suitors in the world, my sister had to get this asshole to be all googly-eyed for her. I mean my sister’s pretty and all, I mean she’s related to me, of course, she’s beautiful, but come on Y/n, seriously, him?!

I see my sister start wringing out her hands, an anxious tic I know she has, and I roll my eyes again. 

For fucks sake.

My sister turns her head away from the devil’s eyes, shyly. Jesus how are we related… I’ve really got to teach her how to flirt…I mean not with this douchebag… but someone, in the VERY distant future. 

—-

I tighten my blanket around myself as I glare at my sister, “You kissed him!?”

My sister has the audacity to shake her head at me, “Technically he kissed me.”

My eye twitches, “Nuh-uh, you kissed him back!”

My sister's face showcases a look of shame, “You can’t tell anyone, Theo. Seriously. Not Jeremy, or Elena, or anyone.”

“Why not?”

It takes only a moment for me to realize what I just asked. Oh ya, scary hybrid. 

“Oh, ya. Crazy Pyshco that killed your best friend and is harassing all your friends now. Ya, secrets safe with me,” I say sarcastically while nodding. 

My sister grabs my hand, “Theo I’m serious.”

I squeeze her hand back, “I promise. Sibling pact and shit….Also,” I smirk, “Was it good?”

My oh-so-innocent sister frowns, “Was what good?”

This bitch…

“The kiss.”

My sister smiles and I raise my eyebrows, and then she raises her hand and I flicnhcas she hits me in the head.

I step back and cover my hair, “Ow, woman. Don’t be putting your filthy hands on my precious hair.”

My sister smirks, “Your greasy hair.”

Oh HELL NO.

“How dare you! It’s not greasy,” I run over to the mirror in the hall and look at my hair. See totally not-oh shit. It must’ve been that new hair gel I tried! I throw off the comforter I’m wearing and run down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

[myfeetrcolddd]

Say Please

The word 'Please' was foreign to Theodore Nott, he never needed to say it because he always got what he wanted, and with all things said he was never rejected.

When Theo had set his sights on the girl of the week his friends hadn't been surprised, they only figured it was a matter of time before he noticed the girl, she was beautiful, stunning, like she was blessed by the gods themselves, and she seemed oh so innocent. And they all knew Theo liked the idea of ruining seemingly innocent things.

What none of them, all but Pansy it seemed, had expected, was for her to reject Theo. Not that she wasn't capable of it, Theo had technically been rejected plenty of times, but it was all by girls who were trying to play hard to get, and at first Theo had told himself it was just that, her playing hard to get.

But a week passed and she was still rejecting him, rolling her eyes and scoffing at the sight of him, and Theodore was becoming effectively obsessed with her, and everyone saw it, everyone but her it seemed.

"Get lost, Nott." She scowled at him as she tried to walk around him.

"Can't, I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame." He said and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure there are plenty of things you can't do, like take no for an answer. Now, get out of my way." She shoved past him and shook her head, "Bloody prick." She mumbled to herself, and despite herself she glanced back to see if he had walked away, but instead she found him staring after her he faraway look on his face.

She looked straight ahead and tried not to think much of it.

It'd been a week of this, of him following her around the school like a dog on a leash begging her to even talk to him and her trying her best to ignore him.

She hadn't expected him to be like this, to be so persistent, everyone knew about Theodore Nott and his habit of going from girl to girl without a second thought. She had always disliked the way girls were always falling at his feet, how he never had to ask for it, for the girl to even look his way let alone consider do things with him.

If he wasn't such a man whore Y/N was sure she would have already done things with him, because she'd be dumb not to admit he was hot.

She was in one of the farther corners of the library, hiding from the messy haired Slytherin boy. And she was thinking about how, throughout the past two weeks, Theo hadn't even actually said the magic word, he never said please.

She smirked to herself, and decided that she would finally put both herself and Theo out of their misery.

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"So you've finally decided to talk to me?" Theo smirked at the girl who stood in his door frame.

"Can I come in?" She asked, and he nodded. So she walked in and closed the door behind her. "You know, Theo," She said lowly, her voice filled with lust as she walked slowly around around him like a vulture circling its prey. "I always thought you were quite nice looking."

"You flatter me, princess." He said, breathlessly, waiting for her to initiate something.

"I know." She smirked at him, coming to stand right in front of him, "But i realized something earlier," She stepped closer to him, "You've never, not once, in the past two week, said please." Soon she was so close that if he really wanted he could just lean down and kiss her.

Theo found himself leaning in, and he was only a breath away from her lips when she pressed a finger against his lips, keeping him from kissing her. "Nuh uh" She tutted and pushed him back towards his bed, forcing him to sit down so she could look down at him.

She let her fingers trace the outlines of his face. She leaned down and started to kiss his neck, sucking and licking and going lower. The reached to grab her hips, but she stopped him and stopped all together. "No touching, only if you say please."

Theos eyes darkened and he growled slightly, she grinned. "C'mon Theo. Say it." She teased him, rubbing his bulge and kissing his neck. She could see him making fists with his hands, stopping himself from touching her. "Just one simple word and we'll both get what we want." I whispered, nipping at his ear.

"God," He groaned, and his hands were on her and soon she was flipped onto her back on Theos bed with him above her, "Please." He said, his voice raspy and dripping with lust, she grinned at him before she pulled his head down and smashed his lips onto hers.

She could feel his hands feeling everything, anything, and soon his mouth wasn't on her lips, but they were on her neck, the soft spot behind her ear, her collar bone, her breast, and down, down, down.

[zaceouiswriting]

Under the Alpha's gaze

Characters: Theo Raeken x Liam Dunbar, Male Reader (Theo's older Alpha brother) x Liam Dunbar, Male reader (Theo's older Alpha brother)x Theo Raeken

Universe: Somewhere in Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smuttish, Incestuous

You woke up groggy. Pissed off that your sleep was disturbed, you rolled onto your side and slammed your hand down on the offending alarm clock, breaking it into pieces - like it deserved. A groan of annoyance passed your lips when you realized what you had just done and heard the pieces flying everywhere. You had no intention of getting up, but now you were forced to.

As you rolled toward the edge, your feet landed on the cold floor as you sat up in the same motion. Your eyes were still almost closed, as the room was so bright since you had forgotten to close the shutters. Exhausted, you mumbled incomprehensible words, as you forced yourself to stand. Walking towards a specific cabinet, you opened it and pulled out another clock - one of dozens.

But instead of putting it on your nightstand like any sensible person would, you had no choice but to throw it on your bed because the urge to pee became too great.

You wiped your face with your hand as you walked to your bedroom door, you opened it. Outside the room, after just a few steps to the bathroom, you trip over your feet. Without thinking, you opened the bathroom door. Inside, you saw some of your fraternity brothers doing it. Nothing new or strange. So you just went in, excused yourself, and mostly ignored them. You dropped your sweatpants to the floor, flipped up the toilet seat, and groaned in satisfaction when you finally managed to empty yourself. You felt like you were constantly being watched, which was nothing new either.

When you were done, you put yourself away again, pulling up your pants, and as you walked past the two boys, you slapped the top's ass like you normally would, complementing his firm cheek. Right next to them, you apologized as you reached for the water beneath the bottom. After washing your hands, you looked in the mirror for a second and noticed that the couple had stopped moving.

After taking a step back, you knew why. You took the bottom guy's left leg and carefully lifted it, not knowing how flexible he was. But to your surprise, it was easy for you to get his leg onto the counter. Although you didn't want to seem too curious, you still applied light pressure to the guy's back and neck, forcing him down.

Looking at your masterpiece, you smiled and wished them a lot of fun, as the top could now penetrate much deeper. Before you could embarrass yourself, you quickly left the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Outside, you stood at the door for a moment, chuckling and rearranging yourself, as the sight had made you horny. With half a mind, you wanted to go back inside and asked if you could jump in. But you quickly shrugged the thought and went downstairs instead.

As you wandered into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee, a feeling of dread slowly filled your veins as you looked around. You noticed pictures of your family everywhere, including your mostly absent parents and your brother, Theo. 

You were in a daze, and before you knew it, you found yourself standing in front of the bathroom door again. As you opened it, you peered inside the room without stepping in, staring at the people inside in amazement.

“(Y/N)?” Theo asked, audibly uncomfortable.

“Theo,” you replied, smiling smugly, just staring at them. You watched with great interest how your brother's boy toy's ass squirmed and Theo's grip on his waist tightened.

"Can you... you know, leave us alone?"

“Nope, can’t do, little brother.” With an even more smug smile than before, you looked at him, taking a sip of your coffee as if nothing strange was happening.

You saw Theo throw his head back and groan in annoyance. It made you smile as you realized that you could tease him in different ways, this time worse than any before. Because no one liked being interrupted while fucking.

“But I have to admit I’m surprised,” you said casually. It piqued Theo's interest, causing him to turn his head in your direction while still thrown back. "I didn't think you'd... you know, stick it in?"

Stunned, your brother stared at you for a second longer before his head snapped back into place. “You thought I was the bottom?”

“I mean... I wouldn't have said it like that, more like... you know... a little bit of both? Maybe more to the joys of your bottom?”

“So, a bottom?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” As you take another sip of coffee, you just stand there as if you were the annoyance reincarnated, just like you as the older brother had to be. You let your gaze wander to the naked boy that your brother was obviously still inside. "And who are you? Just a booty call, his boy toy or his boyfriend? Maybe a little of all three?"

“Dude!” Theo tried to interrupt, but you just put your finger before your lips.

“Theo, mind your manners. Can't you see that I'm holding a conversation here?” Shaking your head, you looked back at your brother's visibly uncomfortable fuck buddy. "Can you believe this? I swear Theo has never been this rude. Okay, he is rude a lot, but not to this extent. Please don't leave him because of this! I'm sure it would break his little heart."

Something in Theo must have snapped at your condescending tone as he suddenly pulled out of his boy toy rather roughly and turned toward you. "His name is Liam Dunbar and he's my boyfriend, is that all, can we go back to what we were doing before you interrupted us?" His fists were clenched at his sides, you clearly angered him.

But the last name rang bells in your head. It took a moment, but you remembered. “Is this the Dunbar?” you asked, surprised but still smug. "The one you haven't kept your mouth shut about since you were twelve?" you asked Theo, but he just started to blush, giving you another angle from which to tease him. You turned to Liam again with a mischievous grin. “Did you know he has a book about you in his bedroom? He wrote down every single interaction you two had and even pasted pictures in it when-"

Theo suddenly jumped forward, only to put his hands over your mouth to silence you. He closed his eyes and clearly felt the embarrassment rising, as you could see the top of his back turning red, followed by his ears and cheeks. Even though you found the sight cute, you still had to reprimand him for acting so boldly, not only towards his older brother but towards Alpha as well.

So when Theo opened his eyes again, you weren't standing before him. You could sense his shock as his scent changed drastically. Certainly afraid you'll get the book. But you were in the same room instead. He went to close the door and sighed in relief, only to yelp when he saw you behind Liam.

“I have to say, he’s a real catch, Theo,” you whispered softly in Liam’s ear, knowing your brother could hear you. "A firm body, a nice ass, maybe a little flat, but nothing that a little training couldn't change." As you feel his body, you never break eye contact with Theo and grin widely. Just to give Liam a feel for your cock by pressing it against his spread ass cheeks. The moan you elicited from his lips was nothing short of intoxicating, but you were immune to it since he wasn't the first.

You stepped back from Liam and gave him a nice slap, eliciting another moan from him and leaving a red mark behind.

As you were about to pass Theo, you stopped and stared straight into his eyes. His body was still facing the door while only his head was facing you. But even from there, towering over him, you could see something interesting. Your still-present grin turned malicious. Without him seeing it, your hand wrapped around Theo's still-hard cock. You stroke it gently.

“What are you-“

“I wonder what’s keeping you hard,” you interrupted in an authoritative voice that stopped him from saying anything. “Is it an exhibitionist streak or your infatuation with me?” In a panic, Theo tried to deny it, but you stopped him with your other hand. “I know what you did three years ago,” you continued to whisper, “how you jerked me off when I was sound asleep. How shameful for a Raeken to be so needy and desperate for his older Alpha brother.“

You could see air being pushed out of his lungs as if he had been punched in the gut. Suddenly your eyes softened as you saw tears welling up in the corners of his hazel orbs. Carefully, you pulled his chin closer, bent his head down, and kissed his forehead.

“Never forget that I love you, little brother. Maybe not as much as you love me, but I value you above all else. My door is always open for you.”

You could see Theo shedding tears, something you had never seen before. He's usually a proud young man. You knew you had to take him down a peck or two. But the smell of the pure arousal he radiated from just standing near you made you believe he would do it all on his own.

However, before you could leave the couple alone, there was still something you had to do. You place your hand on your brother's chest and slowly slide it over his meaty abs.

“You can keep your precum to yourself, you horny little brat,” you whispered as you walked past Theo. But you stopped at the door for the last time after you opened it. “Hey, Dunbar!” When you called, the boy, still partially on the counter, looked at you in a daze. “If you ever get tired of that sarcastic smartass, you know where to find me.” You saw him blush as you winked at him. You then turned to your brother. “And if you want to know where you belong in our pack, you also know where to find me.”

When you left them alone, you didn't close the door, you left it wide open, knowing full well that nobody else would come there as Theo was in your care since you usurped the pack, humiliated your parents and threw them out. For the terrible parents, they had always been. Walking whistling back to your room you heard moans before you could even reach your door. Smiling and shaking your head, all you could think about was what a horny brat your sweet little brother had become. 

As you entered your bedroom, you could still clearly hear their moans. As you sat down at your desk to do some work for your pack and the pack's company, you suddenly realized you had left your coffee in the occupied bathroom. Groaning, you got up again to get another coffee, as you didn't want any special ingredients inside it.

***

A few days after the confrontation with you, Theo was sitting in his room with his boyfriend snuggled against his chest, seated on his lap. He was reading to him while simultaneously stroking his back. Since that day, Liam has been acting strangely and seemed more distant. Although it wasn't overly negative, he appeared to be deeper in thought than usual.

The scene was serene until Liam opened his mouth. “Do you ever think about your brother?” he asked suddenly.

But to Theo, it seemed like a normal question. “Of course,” he replied casually, “he’s my brother. He played with me when we were younger, didn’t go to parties because he wanted to be with me, and even babysat me a lot, why?”

Liam fell silent again, obviously nervously playing with his fingers. “I didn’t– That’s not–" He sighed heavily, "Just forget it.”

Theo quickly caught on to Liam's train of thought. He closed his back with a heavy look. “Yes,” he replied again. "When you have a brother like mine, all you think about is having rough sex with him. He's a great guy, handsome, and all-around perfect. Growing up with him was hard. I was hard all the time. When he walked around naked after showering or waking up in tight briefs and, worst case scenario, tight swimming trunks, completely covered in glistening water, I jerked off to that image for years!”

“I want to have sex with your brother,” Liam suddenly blurted out. But contrary to what he thought, Theo just chuckled.

“I think I can do something about it,” he murmured into Liam’s hair, groping his ass vigorously. "But remember, you're mine!" He flashed his ice-blue Beta eyes, which reacted with Liam's own, which glowed a dark blue, showing the slight difference in their hierarchy status.

As Theo hungrily went in for a kiss, all he could think about was your reaction to his suggestion. He hoped you were willing to do that since he would do anything to have sex with you, even if it meant giving up his own boyfriend to you in return.

[Masterlist]

[suugarbabe]

This is not at all me projecting my own thoughts or feelings earlier today

Warnings: body image issues; major fluff; NOT proofread and written at work 💀; I think it reads pretty general neutral despite using an image that says sweet girl at the top but let me know otherwise??

It always seems to happen randomly, but at the same time you notice a pattern. You’ll be confident for days, really, truly feeling yourself. Thinking you look great in everything, noticing your confidence start to rise. And then it shifts. Usually a glimpse in a mirror or other reflective surface at an awkward angle sparks it, and tonight at the party it was the windows in the Slytherin common room. The usual view of the black lake is still there, but sans sunlight the murky view becomes black, creatures only visible if they’re nearly against the windows surface. A seemingly perfect scenario for classmates who want to party; a horrific scenario for you in this state of mind.

You had felt semi-confident earlier tonight, especially when you first entered the party with your friends and Enzo’s large hands that seems to cover the expanse of your back as he pulled you closer, chest flush to his as he kissed your forehead, “Stunning, per usual, baby.”

In your reflection now was all of your fears, all of your mistakes. Do my hips really have no shape from the front? One on your hands slid down your side as you took a long drink from your glass, your stomach dropping when you convinced yourself there was no real shape. Does my neck really look like that from the side? Oh god, what does he even see in me. Your thoughts kept you spiraling further and further.

Standing in front of the window seemed to be the only thing you could do, distracted from the party around you, not even glimmeringly aware of Enzo’s head popping above the crowd and the furrowed brow he acquired noticing you staring off into the distance of abyss that was the lake. He shoved through the crowd, easily ignoring complaints and protests to get closer to you. His hands on your hips, or lack there of in your current opinion, are what finally pulled you from your trance. You jumped slightly at the action, pushing his hands off your body quickly.

“Baby,” the sentiment left Enzo’s lips in a breathy laugh, “what’s goin on? You playing a game with me, sweet thing?” He took a step toward you, hands reaching out for you once more. When he was able to grasp hold, there was no hiding the way your body tensed. Your free hand grasped at the front of your neck, holding tight and pushing under your chin. Enzo’s face immediately turned serious, letting go of your waist and setting your cup down before lacing his fingers with yours.

Enzo guided you through the crowd, keeping you close and pushing people away as to make sure barely anyone touched you. “Oi, where you going, Berk?” Theo stopped his friend, a hand clasped on his shoulder. “I’m over the party. I’m taking them with me,” Enzo nodded towards you as he kept walking despite Theo’s protests for him to continue to party. There was no point in resisting, you knew that Enzo was determined to talk to you about what was bothering you and there was no avoiding it. You followed silently, the music of the party slowly fading as you went further up the stairs towards the dorm.

Once inside his room he let go of your hand, going to his trunk and pulling out a pair of pyjama bottoms and a tshirt, “Here, put these on.” You oblige, shedding your party clothes that you were starting to hate anyway. Enzo changed as well before climbing his lanky figure onto his bed, arms open wide and beckoning you to do the same. You walked over slowly, climbing into bed at a sloth pace, Enzo not even teasing to rush you. You settled near him, but not against him, which didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t push immediately, instead just asking you once more, “What happened just now. By the window.” You shrugged, “I was just noticing some things is all.”

Enzo pushed slightly, “Noticing what? Your beauty?” His tone was slightly teasing, but you knew it didn’t reach him fully with the concern he was having. “More like the lack of it,” you mumbled before a small gasp left you as Enzo pulled you underneath him, his knees now straddling your hips with ease as his hands caged you in on either side of your head. You stared up at him, noticing the sad look in his amber eyes, “Why would you say that? Did someone tell you that? Am I getting in a fight tomorrow?” You smiled slightly, shaking your head. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, “You’d have to fight me then, cause I’m the only one telling myself the negative, or the truth. I haven’t quite determined yet.” Enzo frowned at this, “Baby, what are you telling yourself?”

You let out a sigh, “Just that I’m shapeless, my neck is gross, and I have no idea why you’re with me.” Enzo’s frown lines seemed to deepen with every word you spoke. You closed your eyes, wanting to avoid whatever it was he looked like he was about to say, maybe lessen the blow of the scolding he was about to give you. Instead you felt his soft lips connect with the exposed skin of your neck. “I love your neck. You know why, hmm?” His words are mumbled slightly against your skin. “Because you’re delusional?” You chide.

He laughs slightly, the notion vibrating against your jugular as he nuzzles deeper into you, “Because it holds up that big beautiful brain, what makes you, you gorgeous.” You groan with a slight smile, “Enzie…you’re being cheesy.” The smile he then adorns is sickeningly sweet, “Get ready for a platter because it’s only going to get worse.” He scoots his body down lower, nestling himself between your legs, “And I love your legs, not just burying my face between them,” he bit the inside of your thigh through the pajama pants, making you pull his hair and lift his head up, “my love, these legs brought you to me, they show how strong you are; trust me when I say I’ve had to threaten a few guys and girls for staring too long for my liking.”

A playful squeeze to your hips is next, your smile returning more naturally and encouraging him further, “And these hips, this stomach,” he pressed a kiss over the tshirt, “my favorite place to rest my head after a long day.” And just as said he laid his head on top of you, instinctively you start to play with his hair, running your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed happily, “I can hear your heart beat like this, can hear when it slows and levels out, that’s how I know you’ve fallen asleep during movies.”

He wrapped his arms under and around you now, “now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll fall asleep like tonight.” He nuzzled his face against your stomach, really making himself comfortable. You closed your eyes, just relishing in Enzo’s affection. “Thank you,” it left your lips in almost a whisper. Enzo gave you another squeeze, “Always, Angel.”

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 22: Protection

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nothing [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

As your aunt is seated in the living room in one of the leather armchairs that gives a beautiful overview of the garden, Theo and you are in the kitchen making tea. 

"What is she doing here? And why now? We've been here for weeks", you whisper while putting tea cups and crumpets you made yesterday on a tray.

Theo stands next to the stove watching the water boil. "My biggest concern is how she managed to find us. I've told nobody that we would be here." When the kettle whistles, he takes it off the stove and pours the water into a teapot.

You hold the door open for Theo as he walks with the tray towards the living room, setting it on the coffee table. The two of you take place on the couch.

Her posture is rigid and her eyes flick around the room. She looks at Theo wearily while she brings the teacup to her lips.

You clear your throat. "How- how are you? And Draco? After Uncle Lucius..." You trail off, not wanting to hurt her.

She swallows, her eyes downcast. "I would wish I could say we are fine. But... with the Dark Lord residing in our home."

You nod understanding. It's no doubt that he finds the Malfoy's a failure after your uncle was unable to secure whatever the glass orb was back at the Ministry.

She puts down her cup and turns towards you with a serious expression on her face. She reaches out and takes one of your hands. Her eyes fall on the faded but still visible scar of Umbridge's detention, and frowns. She opts to say nothing about it but squeezes your hand instead.

"Tha Dark Lord he... requests your presence at home. The both of you." She glances at Theo, who raises his eyebrows suspiciously. What for could he possibly want the both of you there?

"You were so young when you received the mark, and I've seen what it has done to you. I shudder at what it will do to my son." Her eyes grow watery and she quickly pulls away. "Please, protect him. I'm not asking this because you are the daughter of the Dark Lord. I am asking this because we are family. Draco he- will crack under the pressure."

A mixture of emotions flashes through you. You feel dread for your cousin. You know he feels pressured to take the Mark if he wants or not. The Dark Lord will likely kill him and his mother if he doesn't agree to it. But you feel also enraged. Where was this... protection when you were forced to take on the Dark Mark? You weren't given the luxury of knowing beforehand.

You want to say that and much more. But instead, "I don't suppose we have a say in whether we can come or not, do we?", is what you say. 

Your aunt shakes her hand sadly. And with that, it is decided that you have to go. 

Having said what she needed to say, Narcissa stands up and walks towards the door. You give Theo a look and walk after her. She hugs you as the two of you stand at the door opening. "He's been watching you", she whisper in your ear. 

A hot flash runs through your body. So that's how your aunt knew how to find you. And you guess you're lucky that the fireplace inside isn't connected to the Floo network. Otherwise, they would have been standing in your living room.

Once you've closed the door, you lean forwards and rest your forehead against the wood. You squeeze your eyes shut. Of course. It was all too good to be true. 

A pair of arms wrap around your middle and you feel Theo's chin rest on your shoulder. Nobody says anything and you stay like that until your back starts to hurt. You push yourself off the door and turn around. 

"I'm gonna take a bath", you say deflated. 

Theo nods and lets you go. He watches you walk up the stairs and his chest aches. He hates that he can't do anything. He knows that he can't protect you from your family. They have a way of finding you, as proven by today. 

You slide into the tub and let it fill up until it's just below your eyes. You soak until the water is cold and the bubbles have disappeared and even then you stay in the water, having no energy to climb out. A knock on the door makes your head snap towards it.

"Darling?", Theo calls out through the door, "I've something to eat. Do you want to join me or have your dinner in the bath?"

You glance at the window and see that it has been close to dusk. Have you been zoning out that long? You sit up and run a hand over your face. "No, I'm joining you. Give me a moment to get dressed."

There is a moment of silence on Theo's part before you hear his footsteps go down the creaky stairs. With a sigh, you pull the plug out of the bathtub and let the water seep into the drain. 

You stare up at the ceiling. You haven't slept a wink in the many hours you've tried. The pitter-patter of the heavy rainfall on the roof lulls you into a relaxed state while the next lightning keeps you entertained. There is this certain beauty in lightning.

Knowing you won't go to sleep anytime soon, you decide to go make yourself a mug of hot milk. Or you can look if there is a sleep potion around here somewhere. 

As you pull open the door, you don't expect Theo to stand in front of it with his hand raised in a fist, ready to knock. Under his arm is his pillow. He looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes give him a worried once-over.

He anxiously tugs at his bottom lip, eyes darting around. "Sorry. I- I couldn't sleep..." He mumbles something and you cock your head to the side. With a sigh, he drops his hand and looks into your eyes. "I couldn't sleep because of the thunder... may I sleep with you?"

You bite your lip while trying to suppress a big smile. You hold open the door so Theo can slip into your room. He goes to sit on your bed, his fingers drum on his legs as his eyes follow you across the room.

With a small smile, you round the bed and crawl under the covers. You hold them up for Theo to do the same. At first, he lays on his back, his posture rigid and his arms next to him.

"You don't have to be so tense", you smile, facing him as you tug your hands under your pillow. He wiggles around until he's also on his side, facing you. His eyes trace over your face, taking in every detail. And you do the same.

He has two freckles on his cheek; one on his cheekbone, under his eye, and the other sideways under the other. You've taken notice of them before, but never really looked. You haven't been this close to him before.

"What?", asks Theo in a whisper as he sees you smile.

You shake your head and lean closer. "I've just noticed you've got a butt-chin." You reach out and feathery trace the dimple on his chin.

Theo rolls his eyes as a big smile creeps on his face. He wants to roll away but you pull him back by the front of his sleep shirt. "Hey! Don't go hiding now. A butt-chin is otherwise very cute!"

"What am I to do with you?" Theo lays an arm over your middle so he can pull you closer to his chest.

You shrug. You close your eyes and press your face against his chest, breathing in this natural cologne that always hangs around him. "I can think of a few things", comes out in a sleepy mumble, your heartbeat slowing down and lulling into a comfortable and peaceful slumber.

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[cat-who-naps]

It's Sunday

Theodore woke up slowly, even with his natural laziness telling him to go back to sleep. He supports himself on his arm and gets up, noticing that he was next to his roommate, he pulls the blanket to cover him and notices the claws on his hands, he gets scared for a second and looks at his reflection in the window, with his black eyes and extra fur, he could now see the fangs and the black coloring on the ears and tail.

He stands up completely and goes close to the window, looking at his reflection. He runs to the bathroom, taking off his shirt and looking in the mirror, realizing that it hadn't been a nightmare. He really looked like a different person, analyzing his new appearance, until his roommate woke up and went to the bathroom with the door open, the two looked at each other.

"I... I didn't mean to wake you up... I'm sorry...." the voice caused discomfort due to the strangeness in his roommate, who quickly tried to lift the cat's spirits

"you didn't wake me up, don't worry, I'll come find something for you to wear, big guy" Y/N says leaving the bathroom and returning to the bedroom. Y/N starts looking through their clothes and picks up an old tank top that is too loose due to age, returning to the bathroom and handing it to the cat, who quickly puts on the shirt and keeps his ears down, still visibly sad.

They then hold the cat's hand using both hands "hey... It's okay, I don't know what happened, but I'm not leaving your side for that..." Y/N says with a smile on their face. Theo then tears up, drying his face quickly, smiling back hiding his fangs, he then walks and hits his head on the door frame, he was tall enough for that, which made Y/N let out a light laugh and Theodore did a cat sound, Placing his hands on his forehead and bending down, heading towards the kitchen, being quickly followed by Y/N.

Y/N continues trying to think of some way to cheer up her friend, as they walks and tries to reach the cabinet, Theo sees the scene and approaches, opening the closet and taking the items for Y/N

"See? It's not so It's bad to be this tall now, isn't it?"

"You're loving this, aren't you?..."

"Come on, you have to admit this could be really useful"

"It's not at all useful when going through doors"

Theo turn to them, looking at them and handing over the items from the cabinet.

Y/N takes the items and places them on the kitchen counter, using what she needed to prepare coffee, Theo bends down next to them and rests his head on them, watching what they were doing.

After a while, the two were having breakfast, Theo was drinking tea, holding the mug with one hand instead of two like he usually did.

Theo finish his tea and get up, going to sit on the couch, putting his hands on his face and thinking how he would explain his growth spurt in college, How would your classmates react? Would they be scared like the person in the alley? Were they going to run away? Wouldn't they want more contact with him since he changed so suddenly? The cat's head was overwhelmed by so many thoughts, so Y/N got up and came close, sitting next to the cat and hugging him. The cat is surprised and hugs Y/N in return, trying to calm down and not think about so many things at once.

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (25)

Happy release day Sunday! This is where the story kinda gets crazy, I hope you all buckle up and enjoy the ride ;)

Thank you for all of the support!!

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Two weeks later, it’s finally the beginning of December and the semester is starting to rev up for finals. After this weekend, there are two full weeks left of school before the holiday officially starts.

You were trying to convince Mattheo to join your family at the Malfoy Manor for holiday instead of staying at Hogwarts…he never went home for the holidays. You had always felt bad but this year you were simply not going to let it happen. Even Draco liked the idea.

You walk down to the common room before class and instantly run into Theo, “Oh hey!”

You two had been acting normal with each other and occasionally studying together. Mattheo had been…skeptical at first but he knew what your relationship was before you were bed buddies.

“Hey” He responds, “wanna walk to class together?”

“Uh, sure” you smile. You didn’t have any classes with Mattheo today and Draco is preoccupied with Pansy at the moment so you walk out of the Slytherin house together.

You didn’t have the same class but your classrooms were next to each other.

“We’re still on to study for a bit tonight? That mythical creatures quiz is tomorrow and I’m not ready at all” he mentions as you walk through the castle.

“Yeah, wanna meet in the common room at 4? That gives me enough time to meet up with Mattheo after classes”

He glances to the side for a second, “right”

You reach your classrooms and turn towards each other, “see you later” you smile.

“See you later” He smiles lightly back before walking in.

Class goes by quickly, nothing really interesting happening. After you’re dismissed, you grab your books and start walking out. When you reach the hallway, you hear Cormac McLaggen call your name.

“I hope Mattheo can step up, I know being a father isn’t exactly he who shall not be named’s strong suit”

You turn around to face him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Are you not pregnant? I thought you had gained a few in the past couple weeks so I just figured” He says cockily.

You stand there, your blood already boiling, “Cormac last time I remembered, you were still a virgin so I would focus on that if I were you”

“So defensive…I don’t hear you saying no”

You step forward, only inches away from him now, “Not that it’s your business but I’m not pregnant, asshole.”

“Better be careful, I’m sure Riddle will dip if it does happen” he says quietly. At this point, a couple of people are watching and Theo is walking out of his classroom. When he sees you, he stops and watches closely, ready to break the entire thing up.

“Don’t forget that Riddle can also beat your ass if he wants. You don’t want to see him live up to his family name, do you?” You practically spit.

Cormac stares at you for a second before smirking and walking off without another word. You watch him walk away, shaking your head as you scoff. Theo comes up and asks, “What was that about? Are you ok?”

“It’s about Mclaggen still being salty that I broke up with him in fourth year” you say emotionless, “I’m fine”

You smile softly before walking off in the other direction towards your next class. That jerk was so annoying. He always liked to get under your skin but to claim you’re pregnant? That was beyond childish of him. You didn’t want to tell Mattheo but you know that you should…you’ll tell him after class.

You go through the rest of the day, annoyed before your final class is finally dismissed, letting you go for the day. It was 3 o’clock, giving you an hour before your study session with Theo.

You walk back to the Slytherin house, finding Mattheo already in his room reading.

“Hi handsome” you say as you put down your books and get on his bed, sitting next to him.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, turning his attention to you.

“Uh, weird actually” You sigh, pulling your hands into your sleeves. Mattheo and Theo always kept their room cold and you were nervous to tell Mattheo about Cormac’s accusation.

“Really? What happened?” He sets his book down on his nightstand as he furrows his eyebrows.

You look at him for a second, contemplating before you speak up, “Ok, I’ll tell you but you have to promise to be normal about it. I’m serious, it’s already been handled, ok?”

He clenches his jaw a bit, skeptical about what you were going to tell him.

“Matty, I’m serious. Please?” You beg.

He takes a deep breath, “Ok fine.” You tilt your head not believing him, “I promise! I’ll even pinky promise” he adds as he holds out his pinky.

You interlock your pinky with his before you continue, “Cormac had a bit of a meltdown today and said some things…”

“Cormac? As in McLaggen? Didn’t you date him a while ago?”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh don’t remind me”

“What did he say?”

You stare into his eyes for a minute before finally admitting, “Well he said…” you pause for a moment, “ he claimed I was pregnant.”

“What the fuck?” Mattheo says, already pissed off.

“Oh that’s not it” You scoff before continuing, “he said that you won’t be there when or if it does happen because you’re a Riddle…” you trail off.

“That bastard is gonna wish-” he starts.

“Mattheo, you promised.” You say flatly, placing your hand on his arm.

He looks at you, jaw clenched, the gears obviously turning in his head.

“Matty. I swear I took care of it. He won’t be making comments like that again, alright? It’s ok. I promise.” you calmly explain.

Mattheo’s expression softens as he looks in your eyes. The look lingers for a minute before he speaks up, “alright, fine. I believe you.”

“Thank you” You smile before you lean in and kiss him.

He leans back on his bed so you can lay with your head on his chest. He holds his book up and reads out loud for a bit before you have to get up.

“Alright I have to go study with Theo” you mention as you scoot off the bed and slip your shoes back on.

“Funny how he suddenly cares about his grades.” Mattheo retorts quietly but just loud enough for you to hear it as he scoots, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You turn back and look at him, “Stop it. I picked you and I’m sticking with my decision. He can miss me all he wants but you are the one I love.” 

Mattheo stands up and adjusts his pants waistband, “I know and you’re so sexy for that”

You smirk as you walk up to him, looking up into his eyes as he looks down, “I have to go…but when I get back I’m all yours”

“Don’t tempt me.” He leans down and kisses you before you back away. You grab your books and head down to the common room to meet with Theo.

You find him sitting in the armchair by the fire, practicing spells with his wand quietly. 

“Hey” You smile as you walk up.

“Hey” he smiles back as he stands up, “Shall we?”

“Sure, let’s go” You head off to the library together. You were anticipating running into Draco and possibly Pansy but to your surprise, neither of them were seen.

“Alright let's get started” You say as you sit down at a desk and open your book. 

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[alwaysurvalentine]

if you're hungry, they are too - st fic

yes the title is a play on the "If they're cold, you're cold." I promise it makes sense...maybe.

Written for Day 5 "Did you hear that?" and Day 18 "Candy" for the @steddie-spooktober event! - wc: 1.6k - cw: n/a - things to note: this is a kid fic! Steve and Eddie are parents to Theo and Eve who are 4! Chrissy and Robin also have a baby girl, Hannah.

enjoy! 💛

Eddie’s standing in front of Steve, tongue poking between his lips in concentration. He’s got a gentle hand cradling the back of Steve’s head to keep him still, and the other is tracing delicate lines along Steve’s nose and mouth with a gray eyeliner pencil. They’d decided on a Wizard of Oz theme this year and Eddie’s taken his role as the family’s ‘make-up artist’ seriously – right now he’s adding the finishing touches to make Steve a believable tin man. There’s already drawn on patches covering Eddie’s nose and cheeks from where he got ready while Steve got the twins ready. 

“Papa? Are you almost done?” Eve’s voice carries from the bathroom doorway, a soft whine accompanying her words. She’d woken up that morning ready to go trick-or-treating; Steve made Eddie be the one to explain they had to wait until it got later. The only thing that saved them from a meltdown was to let her wear the blue and white checkered dress Dorothy is famous for all day. Her favorite stuffed animal, Spot the Dog, is dangling from her hand and Eddie turns to her with a grin. 

“Yeah, sweet-pea. Is your brother ready? We can leave soon, Daddy just has to put the candy out so that other people can get a treat if they come by.” Eve nods, brown curls bobbing with the movement before she darts away again yelling for Theo. 

~

Steve clicks the front porch light on, illuminating the witch decoration they’ve placed on the porch. It’s hunched over a cauldron that they’ve filled with all the candy the neighborhood kids could possibly want. Last year they’d just dressed up and passed out their own candy because Theo and Eve were still too small to make any rounds through the neighborhood. This year they’re old enough to stumble up to houses on their own, but Eddie still wanted to do a family costume. Robin mentioned that the houses in her neighborhood always have crazy decorations, apparently someone’s set up a maze to get to their front door? Doesn’t matter, any reason to see Robin is a good one. He’ll also get to see his new niece, Hannah. Robin wasn’t going to worry with a costume for her, but Chrissy convinced her to dress up as a flower so that Hannah could be the cutest little flower. She’s only a month old but she’s already got everyone wrapped around her tiny fingers. 

~

Robin’s house is at the beginning of the neighborhood and it’s covered in massive webbing across the yard. There’s two massive spiders on their front porch, seemingly guarding the bowls of candy they’ve placed in front of their door. A poster with Chrissy’s handwriting reminds kids to ‘take one and have fun!’ with a couple cartoon ghosts drawn to the side. Steve can already see the other houses are similarly covered; a family down the street seems to be setting up a projector to play against their garage and another has turned on their inflatables to make sure they’re ready when kids start walking. He pulls into their driveway just as the garage door rises, showing Robin’s grin as the face of a hot pink flower. She waves excitedly and turns to punch the code in so their garage shuts behind them. Chrissy’s turned towards Hannah who’s curled up in their stroller, blonde hair pulled back behind her blue flower face.

“Auntie!!” Eve’s yelling with excitement in the backseat, feet kicking at Steve’s back. He know if he looks behind him the twins will be unbuckled so he chooses to glance at Eddie instead. A grin’s stretched across his face making his ‘patches’ crinkle and there’s fake straw poking out from the rim of his hat – he looks just as handsome as he did when they met. 

“Let’s go follow our yellow brick road.”

~

It’s late when they get back, Theo and Eve fell asleep as soon as they were buckled in. They’re holding onto the handles of their candy bags as they sleep like they’ll disappear in a moment’s notice. Eddie’s driving back, tapping along to whatever song is playing on the radio. 

“Think they had fun?” Eddie glances at Steve and smiles at his question. The moon lights up Eddie’s grin and Steve sleepily smiles back.

“Are you kidding? This was the best night of their lives! Eve’s got a backbone of steel.” Eddie puffs up his chest as he talks about their daughter’s bravery. And he’s not wrong. While some of the houses had been so scary that didn’t dare approach their porch, Eve had just stomped right up and asked for extra candy for her brother. Steve’s glad they have each other, even if part of him worries about what they’ll be like when they’re older. He figures if he and Eddie could get through two kids in their terrible two’s at the same time, puberty should be a breeze. (Future Steve will remember this thought and scoff while he waits for his daughter to cool off after slamming a door. But that’s a story for another time.) A hand on his leg brings his attention back to Eddie, who squeezes his thigh gently while turning. “We’ve got a couple of good ones.” 

“They take after you.” Another sideways glance and Eddie’s grin fades into a soft smile. 

“I love you.” Steve takes Eddie’s hand off his leg and presses a gentle kiss to his palm. 

“I love you too.”

~

Parking the car does nothing to wake the twins and Steve resigns himself to carrying at least one of the twins inside. Seeing Eddie yawn and stretch long enough to make his back pop changes Steve’s mind to carrying both kids inside.

“Think you can unlock the door and turn off the porch light while I get these two to bed?” Steve whispers even though he knows nothing but breakfast would stop the snores in the backseat.

“Already on it, sweetheart.” Eddie leans over the console and presses a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek before getting out of the car and heading to unlock the door through the garage. 

“Alright, you two.” At some point in the drive, it looks like Theo let go of his candy bag in favor of taking his sister’s hand, so Steve disconnects them slowly before picking Theo up out of his seat. His little boy curls into his neck, left hand clutching onto the front of Steve’s sweater in his sleep. It’s only with lots of practice that Steve’s able to get Eve onto his other hip. She grumbles more than Theo before resting her head on his shoulder, asleep again before he even steps inside. 

Eddie’s waiting for him in the hallway, arms open to take one of them from Steve. He eases Eve from his shoulder and she goes easy into Eddie’s arms, wrapping her own around his neck. 

“Night Daddy. Love you.” 

“Goodnight, baby, love you too.” 

~

Washing their faces takes longer than Steve would like, but he finally feels more like himself when he brushes his teeth. “How early do you think they’ll have us up tomorrow?” He punctuate his sentence with a yawn and turns to click off the lamp on his side when Eddie climbs into bed.

“Knowing them? Probably as soon as the sun comes up. Especially since we left their candy in the car.” Eddie’s words are mumbled into Steve’s neck, curling his arms around Steve to pull him back towards his chest. Steve knows his husband is right and sighs, turning his neck enough to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before nuzzling into the coolness of his pillow.

“Mm. Yeah. Goodnight, Ed.” He’s asleep even before Eddie can return the sentiment.

~

A loud crashing noise jolts Steve awake. It sounds like someone at the front door and panic fills his viens when the noises don’t stop. Eddie’s rolled over to his side of the bed at this point, arm danging off the side of the bed and a line of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth.

“Ed...Eddie!” The brunette wakes with a small gasp, eyebrows scrunched in confusion when he noticed Steve reaching under the bed for the bat he knows is hiding there. 

“Steve?”

“Do you hear that?” Steve can see the moment the noise registers for Eddie, moonlight dancing in their room enough to see his brown eyes widen. Finally, his hand makes contact with the wooden handle of his bat. This one doesn’t have any nails in it, but it’ll do the job if he needs to protect his family. He stands up and raises the bat to his shoulder as Eddie shoves the blankets off of him. As quietly as he can, Steve edges the bedroom door open and edges into the hall. There’s no noise coming from Eve or Theo’s room so he’s hoping that they’re still asleep – and the noises from the front door have quieted down. He can feel Eddie’s presence trailing behind him, both of their socked feet cushioning any noise their steps might make. 

When he turns into the living room, Steve swings the bat as a precaution. But nothing looks wrong in here; no shattered glass or mess left behind from someone being in the house. Another sound from the front door and he darts forward. The door is still locked from earlier but someone or something is outside. He goes to one side as Eddie goes to the other, and he nods for the door to be opened so he can take a swing. 

Eddie nods and holds up three fingers, then two, then one. The door swings open and a moment later the light is flicked on too. Except there is no one there, no person or creature threatening to break down their door. 

“Is that-?” Eddie’s question is cut off by a laugh and he points down towards the witches cauldron they set up earlier. Three little raccoons look up at them for a moment before darting away, each of them with some kind of candy in their mouths. 

[papercranepoets]

Lights streamed out of Hermione’s wand and started to form two figures. A flowing dress and cascading hair and a tailored tux began to appear. The figures came together, crashing into one another like water.

Hermione sighed, pressing her back into the cold stone. She continued to manipulate the figures, bringing them together and apart, twirling about the air as if on a dance floor. They spun about intricately.

Hermione’s heart twinged as she looked up. She felt very lonely, and the loneliness swirled with something much stronger, awe at magic. While she had gotten used to being around magic, every so often she was hit with waves of gratitude and pride at her gift. If she believed in God, this would be the closest thing to heaven.

She added more dancing figures, sparkling gold and moving about so beautifully she could almost cry.

This cove in the castle was always empty, a little hideaway from rambunctious Gryffindor parties. She was happy Ron was such a star lately in matches, but the thought of looking at him latched onto Lavender turned her stomach.

Hermione heard a soft step and whipped her head around. When she saw who was behind her the figures burst like fire works and fell slowly to the ground. Surprised and icy eyes met hers. Hermione’s defences slammed up, and her wand shifted towards Malfoy.

“What…” Hermione started, acidic words waiting on her tongue.

Malfoy interrupted quickly, “That was an impressive display of magic.” His words were soft. He seemed genuine, eyes wide and posture open. Hermione could see that he was apprehensive, though, and he slightly pitched backwards when she didn’t answer.

“Er…” Malfoy brought his hand to the back of his neck, messing with his collar that was already perfectly folded down. Hermione held her breath, waiting for the insults to start.

Malfoy didn’t insult her and instead started to back away, “Uh, okay, well then…”

Hermione realised she was still pointing her wand at him and shook herself out of it while lowering the wand down.

Malfoy was already turned when she yelped, “Wait!”

He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning on his heel with a raised brow. Malfoy looked so gaunt. Sickly, with bags under his eyes. “Yes?”

Hermione stitched her brows together.

“Okay, well if you’re going to just look at me like I’ve sprouted another head…” Malfoy drawled, a familiar sneer forming on his face.

Before he could shout mudblood or insult her looks, Hermione spurted out, “are you okay?”

His usual mean features were making their way back in full force. He didn’t say anything mean, though.

“Erm… no… I didn’t mean that,” Hermione sputtered. Her face and neck started reddening in embarrassment. What the hell is happening? “I meant, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” he replied sharply.

“Ha, no you can’t. You’re up by the Gryffindor common room? What are you even doing out of the dungeons?” She scoffed at the idea that she was somehow the intruder.

Malfoy rolled his eyes so hard she feared his eyes would detach, “I’m not confined to the dungeons. Brightest witch of our age, my ass.”

Alright, here is where the insults will start.

“This has been fun,” she laughed standing up. She began to walk up the half staircase back towards her dorm, eager to be away from the awkwardness.

“I’ve been lonely. I can’t sleep. I just walk until I’m exhausted enough to pass out,” Malfoy blurted. Now it was her turn to about face.

“Oh,” she whispered, guarded. “I’m lonely, too.”

The two stared at each other, seemingly holding their breath. In tandem both started, Draco with “would you like to join me?” Hermione asking, “Why are you lonely?”

This was bizarre. Nothing could explain this. Hermione was shocked at his offer, but found herself being drawn towards his vulnerability.

“Blaise and Theo and the crew aren’t really speaking with me right now. Crabbe and Goyle have nothing to speak of,” Malfoy said staring past Hermione into the courtyard.

“Ron is finding every chance he gets to eat Lavender’s face off. I can’t stand being in the common room… or really anywhere near him.” Hermione was open, but she knew enough not to mention Harry.

Malfoy met her eyes and smirked, “Let’s walk.”

Hermione had been expecting an insult, again. When she stepped to join him, she swore she could hear him sigh.

———

xx papercranepoets

a/n: to be continued???

[theodoranowak]

x. status -> closed for @momentspassd (samuel) x. location -> carnal knowledge

Theodora supposes that, if she was going to rank the advantages of living in Blue Harbor versus New York, the ability to shop at places like Carnal Knowledge without having to look over her shoulder for paparazzi would be, indisputably, one of the top three.

Not that she makes it a habit to shop here, mind you. It’s not like she’s had much of a love life to shop for, anyway. Even self-pleasure had taken a backseat these past couple of years, what with the stress of being ghosted by the man she thought was the love of her life and being passed for partner again and again and again at the Nowak firm and there was also the whole ‘starting a business’ thing that had her losing more hair than not in the shower. No, she hasn’t made pleasure a priority, and even now, surrounded by — wands and lube and lingerie, oh my! — she’s not really thinking about herself.

Genie, a friend of hers back in New York, is hosting a bachelorette party for herself (because she doesn’t trust anyone else to do it for her, which is fair) and, considering most of the clientele is rich up to their necks, she’s requesting gifts be in the form of the ‘kinkiest, weirdest sex shit she’s ever seen.’ Theo knows Genie, and she can’t imagine she’s going to be able to find anything weirder than what she’s already been into, but she supposes that’s the challenge.

She’s holding a set of edible lingerie in her hands, frowning down at it contemplatively (how does one digest such a thing?) when she feels a presence at the end of the aisle. Despite her best efforts to not make eye contact, it’s almost instinctive to look up to make sure she’s not being stalked or harassed, and when she meets the other’s gaze it turns out to be — well, worse.

There’s something to be said for a sentient universe. Moreover, there’s something to be said for when said universe sets you up for humiliation, failure, and heartbreak all at once. Theodora doesn’t know what kind of cosmos she’s pissed off, but doesn’t really have time to figure it out as her heart breaks in two all over again at the sight of Samuel Harrison, standing at the end of the aisle, looking straight at her. Several thoughts happen in quick succession — has he always looked this tired, is he shopping for the woman he probably left me for, why is he here, why am I here — and before she can say anything to him (like the tens and thousands of things she’s dreamt she would say to him if she ever saw him again) her feet are already working their way past Sam, hurriedly towards the exit.

The beating of her heart is so loud she almost misses the cashier insist that she pay for the fucking lingerie she’s still fucking holding before exiting the store with it. She feels her face redden as she walks to the register and hands the outfit to the cashier, shaking her head. “I don’t—” she doesn’t finish the sentence, instead just turns on her heel and exits the store in a flurry of heartbreak and desolation, furious tears accumulating in her eyes, some strays already falling down her cheeks.

She can’t be here. She can’t be anywhere near him, she thinks as she freezes outside the store, unsure which way she’d parked. The bile that forms at her throat (the feeling of his thumb wiping away her tears as her parents missed another birthday), the prickling sensations that’s started in her hands making their way up her arms (her head on his lap as he read to her), and the ringing in her ears (his laugh on a Sunday morning) all don’t help her case — so she starts walking, unsure of where she’s going, so long as it’s nowhere near where she’d been.

[dis--parity]

@unladielike sent: Due to her coincidentally being in his general vicinity, Vivian manages to notice a sketchy looking man seizing Theo's wallet right while his dog was in the middle of pooping... and without a moment's hesitation, she'll subsequently whip out the fork from the emptied takeout box she had previously been eating poutine from before pointing it directly at him. By that point, the man pauses, allowing perplexed blinks to roll off his eyelids. "Thank you, lord, for this meal I'm about to have!" Vivian then exclaims, and before he could process what was actually happening, she begins charging at him accompanied by a hungry look in her eyes, which makes the man dash away with a startled yelp muffled by his face mask. Honestly, not even ten minutes had passed before the man finally stumbled over his feet and tripped, causing Theo's wallet to tumble it's way out of his loosened grip. Upon noticing this, Vivian then ceases her chase, drops her fork back into the takeout box, and paying no heed to the poor, non-athletic thief that attempted a robbery in broad daylight, picks up his wallet, only to casually saunter her way back towards it's owner. Not long afterwards, though, she'll sigh. Of all the people she could perform heroic feats for, why did it have to Theo? Then again, considering the man didn't have that much stamina to begin with, she supposes it wasn't all that bad. Still, given the amount of energy she exerted, she was now sweating a great deal, making her more and more irritable by the minute. To that end, Vivian proceeds to hold out his wallet... and the takeout box once she makes her way back to him. "...Just so you know, I expect you to take care of my trash as well," she informs him while praying to dear god their fingers wouldn't briefly touch while he relieves her of the weight her hands were burdened with.

『🍬』 "HEY! Hey, what the fuck-?!"

He barely even had time to react; his hands preoccupied with holding the leash of Burn's harness, and retrieving a bag to clean up after him, he was left completely vulnerable to the theft. He was just about ready to drop the leash and let both him and Burn take off after the thief without cleaning up - only, as he turned around, who else should he be met with, but none other than that... weirdo Alex called a friend.

Before he can even raise his voice, tell her to leave it, that he's got this, she just... takes off after him, leaving him in the dust with far more time to share the burglar's once-perplexed look.

"... what the fuck? What's her fuckin' deal? Ugh- c'mon, Burn, let's get after 'em."

Honestly, he would have been half-tempted to keep the bag with Burn's refuse with him, for the burglar's sake. Instead, he graciously tosses it into a nearby bin, starting to run, and regretting with every step that he'd decided against taking his rollerskates with him today. Something in his mind repressed his appreciation for Vivian's heroism as they finally began to slow down, his mind instead flooding with excuses about how if he'd brought his skates, he'd have caught up to them by himself.

He's only vindicated more when she returns - returning his property to him in such an unapologetically backhanded manner that he can't help but roll his good eye. "Of course you fuckin' do. Well, you can forget about me buying you another portion as thanks. Not like you need to eat any more today, anyway."

For a moment, he just stands there pacing, grumbling to himself in... this wasn't humiliation he felt, was it? He only leaves her hanging for just long enough for her arm to start to get tireed, before he walks back over to her. "Just because my therapist is gonna get pissed at me if I don't say this," he growls - and before she can protest, he takes back his wallet, and plants his hand firmly on the takeout box, looking aside as he lets his fingers gently press to her own.

"Thank you, Vivian," he sarcastically spits, yanking the box away, "That was very kind of you."

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 8

Ron was staring at her.

She could feel the prick of his scrutinizing eyes. She thinks that maybe, Ron can sense her infidelity. That he could smell the scent of Malfoy’s mouth on hers, still. Or the sent of her arousal after cumming hard onto Malfoy’s fingers.

But that was days ago. Still, Ron watched her frequently enough around her flat that she began to get irritable.

“What?” She finally asked, turning away from the stove. She was attempting to make strawberry jam for some ungodly reason. Continuously stiringg the mixture in an attempt at preventing little bubbles from forming and popping.

“It’s just...” He shook his head. “You do know I am happy that you are alive, right?”

Hermione looked away and stared into the deep red gelatinous mixture simmering in the pot. She hadn’t been able to forget Malfoy’s words when he’d called Ron out for not showing any relief at her surviving.

She actually agreed with Malfoy, and that hurt. But she refused to focus on it. Because what she had done was much worse. She let Malfoy hold her hand in that meeting. She let him kiss her, let him touch her.

“Hermione,” Ron moved around the table and approached her, slowly. Cautiously. As if he were bracing himself for the cool sting of her stare. “Don’t believe anything Malfoy says. I love you.”

His hand went to her cheek, guiding her face to look up at him. She kept her eyes downcast as she allowed her head to turn toward him.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle and suddenly Hermione was thrown back into a different time. A time before Malfoy started to work with her. A time when Ron was the center of her universe.

She sighed and leaned into his touch. She shouldn’t just give this up without a fight. She and Ron had a history. They fought against the world together. They fought for each others lives.

“I know.” She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the feel of his warm hand on her cheek. But she was afraid to open her eyes. She was afraid he’d see the truth in them. That, while she yearned for what they used to have, she was yearning for something else, too.

“Are you staying over tonight?” She asked, pulling back and risked a look. Her eyes lifted to meet his. Sapphire blue. She used to melt when they’d land on her, sparkling with happiness. But now...?

There. He flinched. It was small, almost imperceptible. But it was there and it was enough to cause her chest to cave in on itself.

“I can’t.” He frowned, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I promised my mum I’d be home for dinner.”

Sunday dinner was common at the Burrow. What wasn’t common was the fact that she had not been invited.

It’s the eyes, she told herself. Nobody could stand to look into her eyes. With the exception of Malfoy, Harry and now, Theo.

Hermione sighed and nodded her head. “Yeah, of course.”

She watch him move awkwardly away from her. As he refused to kiss her goodbye before he waved at her, leaving through her Floo.

She waited until the flames died down before letting her tears spring forward. She felt like such a bloody hypocrite. She was crying over Ron not wanting her, even after she let Malfoy go down on her. After she let him touch her and kiss her and murmur everything Ron hadn’t.

I can’t lose you, He had whispered while sprinkling kissed across her skin. There was something so heart wrenching about his words, his apologies she didn't understand at the time. She had missed him, had come near death and all she could think about was how badly she had missed him. When she saw him walk into her office, she was hit with such relief, that she had cried.

Now she thinks he was apologizing for what he was about to do. Which was to consume her completely, claim her as his own.

And part of her wanted, so badly, to let him.

Hermione turned off the stove and abandoned her attempt to make jam. It was only something she decided to do in order to get her mind off of Malfoy. Instead, she crawled into bed, red eyed and aching.

She missed what she used to have with Ron. But mostly and more frustratingly, she missed Draco, even when it felt like he was always close by.

[her-devils-advocate]

Nap the pain away.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/reader

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon helps you with your period pains with the best way he knows how, a small nap.

This has most likely already been done so many times but after struggling with complications with mine for almost a full month, I wanted to do my own take on how he would look after the MC!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45959077

♥. Word count: 749

Gripping the handle of the feather duster so tight that your knuckles grow shockingly pale, you groan to yourself as you hobble towards the wall, lowering down to sit with your back against it. 

You throw the duster down beside you with an unexpected annoyance invading your mood, not trusting your now shaking hands to not accidentally knock over one of Le Comte's expensive decorations.

The day had started well, unusually well considering what you knew was awaiting you, ready to strike when you least expected it. But between watching Theo drown a dozen pancakes in syrup until they were floating and chatting with Jean about his upcoming day at the weapon shop, you had been left hopeful that you would be granted an extra day before the violent storm within showed up to torment you for the next couple of days.

With a few pained murmurs, you bring your knees up to your chest to try and lessen the dull ache within your abdomen as you rest your head on your knees. Sending a silent prayer to anyone listening that the pain remained contained within your abdomen, rather than travelling up and down your back and legs as well. Of course you didn't get as lucky as you had hoped today, your period had struck with a vengeance. Sending shockwaves of dull aches throughout your abdomen and hips, making it a challenge to stand up, let alone walk.

You hold back a groan as you try to stand, only to feel a strong hand on your shoulder, gently keeping you in place as he kneels down to bundle you in his arms instead. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you smile up at your saviour in a slight daze. Feeling your eyes fall upon him, he looks down at you with a subtle smirk painting his handsome features.

“Looks like you still need me to protect you, nunuche.” He lets out a low chuckle at the mock glare you throw him before his smirk fades into a warm smile. “Come, let's get you settled in bed. You are clearly in no state to continue with the chores, so I’ll let Sebas know that you are taking the next few days off. No protesting.”

You give him a small appreciative hum as he glides through the hallways with you cradled safely within his arms, leading you to his room and delicately placing you upon his bed, taking extra care to keep you still as he tucks you within the silken sheets. His expression is soft as he watches you snuggle into the sheets, inhaling his scent before wincing at the jolt of pain shooting through you. Before you get the chance to speak, you feel warm fingers weaving through your hair.

“Is there anything I can get for you, mon amour? Some chocolates or medicine to help with the pain?” His voice is a low murmur as he continues to glide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with the strands as he does. “I hate how much you suffer with this, I wish there was more I could do for you.”

With a small shake of your head, you lift your gaze to meet his concerned one, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you open your arms wide, the soft sheets falling down as you reach for him impatiently.  

“If you want to help… Hold me, please?” Before you can say anything else, you feel his strong arms wrap around you as he lays beside you, bringing him to rest against his broad chest. You let out a sigh as you feel his warm hands rest against your abdomen, placing just enough pressure to help ease a small amount of pain. “Thank you, Napo.”

He places a tender kiss upon the top of your head before resting his chin over it. “You don’t need to thank me, you know that I would do anything for you, my nunuche. But for now, get some rest. I find a good nap can help with almost anything.” 

Despite not being able to see his face, you can almost feel the smile as he gets ready for yet another nap. Before you could even pretend to be against the idea, you feel your eyes grow heavy as you melt into his hold, drifting off to sleep within his strong arms, trusting him to fight away your pain until you are rested enough to fight it off yourself.