#theodore nott blurb

[nottsangel]

— porn link (cw: double vaginal penetration)

ever since that one drunken night where you found yourself in bed with your two friends, mattheo and theo, threesomes have become a regular occurrence— happening about a few times a week. as much as they both try to give you plenty of attention during those moments, you can sense their undeniable and almost intimate closeness from a mile away, despite their insistence that they’re simply close friends.

your suspicions were finally confirmed the moment they asked to try something… specific. usually, the threesomes involved one of them fucking your mouth and the other pounding into your pussy, or sometimes even double penetration with both your ass and cunt filled. however, this time they suggested trying double vaginal penetration— something you hadn’t done before. and while they kept telling you how good it would feel for you, you could see right through their convincing words— this wasn’t about you, it was about them.

the moment they both entered you, a sharp hiss escaped their mouths, gripping your trembling body tightly while struggling to compose themselves. it was an intense sensation they had never experienced before. for once, they weren’t seperated by your thin skin— instead, their pulsating cocks were pressed together, fully surrounded by the warmth of your cunt. both boys were in heaven, swollen lips parted in ecstasy, eyes fluttering shut as they thrust slowly, knowing that if they went any faster, they would cum in an instant.

and after that first time, they crave double vaginal penetration above everything else every time again, completely addicted to the sensation. they claim it’s because your pussy just feels so fucking good that they both can’t get enough of it— but you know better. you know it’s because it’s the only time they can rub their cocks together, using your cunt merely as an excuse to feel each other, skin on skin.

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decided to write a lil smth since you guys wanted to see the porn links i send to @rafesthroatbaby in the dms :p

[pottersamor]

teaching / theodore nott

summary : theo teaches you how to please your boyfriend.

"you need to do better then that if you wanna please that boyfriend of yours, sweetheart." theo said lazily, manspreading on the leather chair in the Slytherin common room, a cigarette in his hand as he occasionally took a smoke.

you looked up at him, tears prickling in your eyes from your spot on the ground, hands around his cock as you sucked on it. his hand was around your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. you nodded, trying to take more of his cock inside your mouth.

you had recently gotten into your first relationship, it was with a ravenclaw-and you knew nothing about anything intimate. so, what better way to learn then learn from your best friend? you and theo have been best friends ever since childhood, and he'd gotten with multiple women before. so, he offered to teach you on how you could please your boyfriend.

"use your hands for the area you can't reach." he said, looking at you with those dead eye of his. he would never admit it, but it had been a fantasy of his to come in your mouth, and even if he had to do it in this way, he didn't mind. atleast he got to see you on your knees for him, looking like an angel.

you obliged, hands immediately cupping the rest of his cock which you couldn't reach. he hissed, head leaning back onto the leather couch. "mhm.. keep doing that, angel.. so good.." he muttered. his praise caused you to heat up, a small faint blush appearing on your cheeks.

when theo looked down at you once more, he couldn't help but smirk. seeing you blush, because of what he said. not your boyfriend, no, him.

"y'know cazza, im starting to doubt you even like that idiot if you're here, on your knees, for me." he took a smoke from his cigarette. you wanted to deny, you wanted to pull away and say no. but, you didn't. you stayed in place, not even batting an eyelid as you continued pleasing him.

he only smiled, "you're gonna take my come in your mouth, 'kay? or, do you want me to paint your face with it? your boyfriend can see what you're doing." if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was jealous.

it was only a few moments after, that he pulled his cock out of your mouth, and before you could question why, he held his cock in hand, come spurting out as he painted your entire face with it. "theoo..!" you complained quietly. he smirked once more, "stay like that, pretty. i helped you, now, you need to help me."

you could only stay confused in place, before he grabbed his phone from the couch next to them, opening it as he snapped a picture of your beautiful, innocent face-tainted with his cruelty. "this'll help me for my own needs." he said, feigning innocence.

"you best be going, if you don't want anyone else to see you lookin' so gorgeous." you huffed, standing up. you fixed your hair and skirt, immediately heading towards your dormitory so you could clean yourself up.

what you didn't know though, was that theo had then opened instagram on his phone, going onto your page, only this time -not stopping onto your pictures to jerk off, no, but to find your boyfriends profile and send him a little something.

[nottsamor]

crawling back to you / theo nott

summary : theo knew you'd come crawling back to him, and it was apparent by the way he had you in his bed, a room away from your boyfriend.

a/n : does like.. anyone wanna be friends.

"what's wrong? you were begging for this two months ago," theo said, feigning innocence as he pounded into your roughly, hands gripping onto your hips. tears ran down your cheeks, mascara streaming down your face. "i h—hate you.." you sniffled, but both of you knew that wasn't true.

your boyfriend was right outside the dorm, having drinks with his friends because of the party that was hosted in the slytherin common room, and he was probably looking for you too, but imagine the look on his face when he would realise his girlfriend was in her ex's bed, letting him have his way with her.

you cried out as he pounded into you deeper. you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you couldn't—not with the tie that theo had wrapped around your wrists, which forbade you from moving.

"mon amour, tell me, does he fuck you like this? does he make you come like i do?" he laughed out darkly. "i mean, come on. you're in my bed, with me, once again. has to speak for something, right?" the bastard uttered cockily. the worst part was that you couldn't even deny, because what he was saying was true. theo fucked you way better then your boyfriend did.

"j—just shut up already," you huffed, trying to sound tough. but you couldn't, not by the way your voice was wavering. theo smirked, one of his hands grabbing onto your chin roughly, making you look at him.

"your in my bed, sweetheart. im fucking you, im not that ass boyfriend of yours who you can order around, got it?" he let go of your chin roughly, leaving a slap on the side of your face. "dumb bitch.." he muttered under his breath, as he stopped moving inside you.

you immediately cried out, "d—don't stop, please.. teddy, i need you so bad.." you pouted, sniffling. this caused theo to regain the smirk on his face, grabbing onto your hips once again as he continued his actions.

you were so easy.. so damn easy to please. you were addicted to him, he knew you'd come crawling back to him if he asked. that's what made him like you.

[mistreatedangel]

the stars between, theodore nott.

SUMMARY — you were his world, and he was your galaxy.

WARNINGS — nothing but fluff, short and sweet.

AUTHOR NOTE — i did write this off half an hour of sleep. so don’t kill me! written while listening to this song here.

WORD COUNT — 582.

it was more chillier then you thought it would be tonight. shivering in your loose ill—fitting sweater, that was more then two folds bigger then you. the fabric swallowing up your frame casting a blanket over your shoulders.

take a deep inhale, sucking in the air around you. drinking in the sweet scent of woody, a musk like scent with a hint of cigarette smoke.

he was here.

he always was. this was like his second home, a safe space he inclined himself to share, no graced, your presence with. his own little paradise. a heaven in the hell you and half of the students were doomed to live.

with the threat of death and destruction.

you wouldn't pass up a chance to live a little on the edge, even if you had to share it with an snake. you didn't need that it was him out of all of them.

he was once of the nicer ones, on the eyes and in personality. theodore nott, was a man with a heart of gold. doomed to follow his family foot steps.

"i see your darling friends let you go." he voiced dragging out word darling in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes. flicking the ash from his cigarette on to the railing before him, inhaling the smoke filled air around him. as it burned his lungs in a familiar sensation.

a gentle, almost comforting taste of freedom.

ignoring his word of distain for your friend. closing up on the older male (only by a few months, which he had no problem rubbing in your face ever chance he got.) snatching the cigarette from his frail, skinny hands. taking a few puffs before flicking it to the ground, trapping it beneath your heel, twisting your foot on it. snuffing out the flames.

"rude." he mumbled with half lipped eyes, turning his body towards you. pushing his back against the railing, looking you up and down.

"whatever teddy," you giggled rolling your eyes. pushing his shoulder back. pushing his further into the railing of the astronomy tower.

raising up his eyebrow, in curiosity. "oh so i'm teddy now. what happened to theodore amore mio’? i thought i was in time out." he teased tapping his lips with his index finger, admiring your facial expression.

". . . you know what. yeah— theodore!"

snickering his teeth, waving his index finger back and forth in a taunting gesture. "no it's teddy tesoro'."

pulling your body closer to him, soaking up all your body warmth. he could be like this for days. just laid up in your arms. pushing away the inevitable doom, that seems to be knocking on the doorsteps of the castle.

moving your body around, snaking your arms around the older males torso. digging your nails deep into the Theo's side. which for sure would leave crescent moon marks on his back. a reminder, a claim, a mark that his was yours. and only yours.

"ow— i know you like it rough. but hell woman." Theo hissed slapping at your hands playful. grinning like a mad man. oh how much he loved, no loves you. you were the stars in his bleak skies. the light the shined bright even when the most damn tried to dim your light. there you stood, headstrong. his very own star, a gift from the gods above.

his very own star, you were his world. and he was your solar system.

two pieces made for each—other, destined to fall.

[luvrrszn]

｡꩜°‧⭑.ᐟ flashing theo while he's on a work call

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warnings italian!theo hehe, modern au, nsfw 18+ (degradation, praise, cursing, the whole shebang), established relationship, pure filth!

a/n can we just always assume that theo is italian whenever i write for him plz and thanks...could not get this thought out of my head for a fat minute...also testing a layout for blurbs what do we think hehehe

it was a friday evening. theo was working from home, and you had the day off. he was sitting on the sofa outside, on a zoom call, while you were in your shared bedroom doing anything to keep yourself busy while waiting for your boyfriend to finish his boring work call.

you were laying on the bed, scrolling through your tiktok feed. cooking video, makeup review, cute cat video, cooking video...boring...kitchen hacks...flashing prank on boyfriend?

your interest was piqued. it was as if a lightbulb had lit up next to your head.

a sly smile spread across your face as you threw open the doors to your closet. rifling through your drawers, you finally found what you were looking for.

a set of black underwear. a lacy black bra, and a lacy black thong, which put enough on display that there was just enough left for imagination. chuckling to yourself, still very amused with what you were about to do, you changed out from theo's t-shirt and shorts into your new underwear.

your cat purrs from her spot on the bed, eyes narrowing at you with a somewhat judgemental gaze.

"oh c'mon, honey. mama's gotta have her fun." you coo, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. she purrs in response.

you pull theo's t-shirt over yourself again, before heading towards the bedroom door.

you slowly twist the handle and open the door. theo's sitting on the sofa, legs spread, laptop somehow resting on one thigh. he nods at whatever his colleague is saying, eyes flickering to your frame for barely a second.

he does a double take when he sees you standing in the middle of the living room with his t-shirt and black lacy underwear. he raises an eyebrow in skepticism, but says nothing.

but you saved the best for last!

you pull the hem of theo's shirt up, biting it to hold it in place as you move your bra, giving him the perfect view of your boobs. well, one of them.

theo's jaw clenches for a second, then he smirks. he unmutes himself on the call, and quickly says, "sorry guys, my dog just threw up i gotta go deal with this. talk on monday."

what dog??

he shuts the laptop and tosses it onto the sofa, standing up and walking towards you.

he pinches your nipple playfully, teasing, "aw, poor little slut. couldn't even wait just half an hour longer, could you?"

before you can open your mouth, theo throws you over his shoulder, carrying you back to your bedroom. he throws you onto the bed, before pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to let his cock spring free.

his tip leaks pre-cum, glistening. you kneel on the bed in front of him as his fingers find their way to your hair, guiding your head towards his cock. you ghost a breath over his skin, and the way his cock twitches at the sensation causes your heart to skip a beat. your hand goes to grab him at the base, tongue darting out to lick a stripe all the way up to his tip. you start sucking on the tip, and the way theo throws his head back in pleasure sends a rush of heat straight to your soaked cunt.

you take him deeper, deeper, deeper, until your face is pressed into the soft skin above his cock. you struggle to catch your breath. theo's huge.

"good girl, you're doing so well f'me." he hums, tracing along your jaw before going to cup your tits.

you pick up the pace, bobbing along his thick cock. you feel theo start to tense, and you know he's close. you go faster, deeper. his grip on your hair tightens and his hips buck as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

and you swallow every bit of it once he pulls out, grinning up at him in satisfaction.

he pushes you back further on the bed, before taking your panties off. he runs a finger along your folds, chuckling, "already so wet f'me, huh? such a good little slut."

you grab a fistful of theo's hair, guiding him between your thighs, almost whimpering, "need you so bad, theo."

he chuckles against your dripping cunt, sending a shiver up your spine. he darts his tongue up, licking a stripe up your folds. he wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a sharp suck, sending your back arching right off the bed.

he continues swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, left hand holding down your right thigh, right hand holding yours, fingers intertwined.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, piccola." he groans, the vibrations causing your grip on his hair to tighten as you moan in pleasure. he lets out a slight yelp.

you're too lost in the pleasure to apologise.

theodore nott ate pussy like a man starved.

like he hadn't had a sip of water in weeks, and your pussy was a source of fresh, crisp water.

he lapped at you as if it was his only purpose in life, as if it was his only hope for survival.

and you weren't complaining.

[cruel-seduction]

Blurb (Werewolf Theodore Nott)

Theodore Nott was already bleeding out when you found him—a half-shifted, feral thing, eyes burning amber, body torn apart from whatever hell he’d barely survived.

As a healer, you knew the rules.

Never help a dying werewolf.

Never get close enough for them to smell you.

Never, ever touch them when they’re in that cursed state between man and beast.

But you? You were stupid.

You dropped to your knees. Pressed your trembling hands to his open wounds. Whispered ancient incantations even as his breath came in ragged, uneven snarls. Even as his golden gaze flickered up—fixing on you.

And in return?

He bit you.

Not hard enough to turn you. Just hard enough to mark you. To stain your scent with his, embedding himself into your very being.

You feel it first in the days after—the pull, a deep, restless ache beneath your skin, a tingling awareness that never leaves. Then, the whispers start. A voice at the edges of your mind, curling around your thoughts, dark and hungry.

You lock your doors at night. Close the windows. Try to pretend you can’t feel him watching.

But on the night of the first full moon?

You wake up to find him inside your bedroom.

He’s stretched across your bed, sprawled out like he belongs there—like he’s been waiting for you, starving for you. His shirt is gone, moonlight painting the sharp ridges of his torso, his golden eyes smoldering as they drink you in.

You don’t know how he got in.

You don’t know why you’re wet before he’s even touched you.

Not until he breathes you in. Not until his lips curve into a slow, wicked smirk.

"Mine."

The word is a growl, dark and final, reverberating through your bones.

You scramble back—wrong choice.

He moves before you can react, his body covering yours, trapping you beneath heat and muscle and something otherworldly. His nose brushes along your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste the pulse hammering there, and that’s when you realize something worse than the bite.

It wasn’t just a claim.

It was a bond.

A tether tying you to him. Forcing you to ache for him just as much as he aches for you.

And the worst part?

You want it.

Want the sharp sting of his teeth. The rough drag of his tongue. The way his hands shake as he forces himself to be gentle—to wait, to hold back, to not ruin you even though everything in him is screaming to do just that.

He does.

He devours you.

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[rafesslxt]

How he looks when | Theodore Nott

how he looks at you when you two are enemy‘s but he‘s still a horndog and always trys push your buttons, trying to convince you to fuck with him

how he looks when you argue with him about scaring Potter away while you were studying with him because you teo were partners in potion. "How can someone so pretty and smart be so fucking naive, principessa?"

How he looks while he‘s your best friend who secretly loves you but won‘t tell you, fighting the boy who called you a whore.

How he looks at you right before kissing you after you guys have been friends since forever and he just can‘t hold his feeling in anymore

How he looks at you after you come inside his room when the two of you just argued a day ago and dien‘t speack to each other.

do I really have to tell you how he looks like doing that? 🤨

Which one is your fav? Mine is the enemy one, I‘m a sucker for enemy to lovers 🫠

hope you had fun 🫶🏻

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xoxo sarah <3

[fairyberkshire]

pairing: vampire!theo x vampire!reader

warnings: slight praising, blood

word count: 233

summary: riding vampire!theo and needing a taste of something more

a/n: here's a taste drabble on vampire!theo x vampire!reader!

“Look so fuckin’ pretty…” Theo groans out as you continue to bounce on his cock, arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your ass, but there was something you needed more. So, your lips find his, kissing him passion, your moans muffled against his lips. But when he bites down on your lip, it’s harder than usual, drawing blood…Making that need that you had felt before more intense, so you pull away, your hips still rocking against his. 

“Too much?” Theo questions, as he holds back a groan, but you shake your head no. “No, just..fuck- just perfect” You mumble out. 

“Seems like angel needs more” Theo hums with a smirk, thrusting his hips up into yours, eliciting a loud whimper to fall from your lips “T-Theo!” “Come on, angel…know you’re close…just let go for me..” He says with a slight grunt, his hips still thrusting up to meet yours, and with one final thrust, you’re falling over the edge, him the same. Only you bury your face in his neck, biting down hard, causing him to let out a groan, one of his hands going to cradle the back of your head, 

“Fuck- angel…did so well,” he says softly as you pull back, blood slightly dripping from your mouth, causing him to let out a slight groan, before smashing your lips onto his, blood coating his lips now too. 

[ahqkas]

hey i have a request! can you do theo/mattheo with a dyslexic reader? like how they would help you and how they would help your mind clear🔥. thanks if you do, if you don’t no biggie!

NOTES! hi ml i hope it’s what you were looking for && thank u for the request 🫶🏻

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THEODORE was always observant, noticing things about you that others often overlooked. when you first confided in him about your dyslexia, it wasn’t because he asked directly, but rather because he’d noticed how you hesitated whenever you had to read aloud in class, or how your notes were sometimes a jumble of letters and words that didn’t quite fit together.

“it’s not that i can’t read,” you’d explained one evening in the library, your voice low, barely above a whisper. “it just . . . gets all mixed up sometimes. it’s like my brain sees the letters, but they don’t always make sense.”

he didn’t respond immediately, which at first made you anxious, but when you finally gathered the courage to look at him, you found no judgment in his eyes — only understanding. theo was silent for a moment, processing what you’d shared. then, he nodded slowly, as if he’d just pieced together a part of the puzzle that was you.

“how can i help?” he asked simply, his voice gentle, as though he were afraid of overwhelming you.

from that day on, theo made it his mission to support you in ways that felt natural and unforced. when it came to reading, he never pushed you to do it aloud, but instead, offered to read to you, his voice calm and steady, making the words on the page come alive. whenever you wanted to try reading something yourself, he would sit beside you, patient and attentive, ready to help if you stumbled over a word or lost your place.

he even started writing notes in simpler, clearer handwriting, knowing that the usual cursive or fast scrawl many students used could be harder for you to decipher. his notes were always clean and organized, with extra spaces between lines to make it easier for your eyes to follow.

theo also helped you find strategies to cope with the difficulties. he suggested using colored overlays for your textbooks, something he’d read about somewhere. at first, you were skeptical, but when you tried it, the colors helped the letters stay in place, making it easier for your brain to process the information. he never made a big deal about it, just handed you the overlays one day without a word, and when you thanked him later, he just shrugged and smiled as if it was nothing.

when studying felt overwhelming, he’d suggest taking a break, pulling out a book of poetry or short stories that he knew you liked. he would read to you in that soft, calming tone of his, the words flowing easily from his lips, allowing you to focus on the rhythm and sound of the language rather than the struggle of reading it yourself.

MATTHEO knew you were bright, your mind sharp as a blade, but he also saw the frustration lining your eyes whenever you were handed a text-heavy assignment. you’d never mentioned it to him personally, preferring to deal with it on your own.

you sat in the quiet corner of the library and the weight of your frustration was palpable. the words on the page were a blur, a tangled mess of letters that refused to cooperate no matter how hard you tried. the more you stared, the more your mind seemed to rebel.

your boyfriend, sitting across from you, noticed the tension in your shoulders and the way your fingers gripped the edge of the table. he’d been watching you for a while, recognizing the signs of your struggle. without a word, he reached over and gently covered your hand with his, his touch warm and grounding.

"you’re doing it again," he said softly, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind.

you looked up at him, your eyes tired and defeated. "doing what?"

"trying to force it," he replied, his thumb tracing a small circle on the back of your hand. "you're not giving yourself a chance to breathe."

you sighed, pulling your hand away to rub your temples. "it just feels like i should be able to do this, you know? like, everyone else can read without it being such a hassle."

"everyone else isn't you," mattheo pointed out, his tone calm but firm. "and that’s not a bad thing."

"i know," you muttered, glancing down at the book in front of you. "but it doesn't make it any less frustrating."

he leaned back in his chair, studying you with those intense, thoughtful eyes of his. "what if we try something different?" he suggested. "take it one step at a time, like we’ve been doing."

you met his gaze, searching for any hint of pity or condescension, but found none. all you saw was his steady resolve, his quiet determination to help you however he could.

"i just feel like i’m wasting your time," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "like, you shouldn’t have to —"

"hey," mattheo interrupted, his voice gentle but insistent. "you’re not wasting my time. if anything, i’m glad i can be here for you. we’re in this together, remember?"

[deadghosy]

You are a first year, starting this year off you were scared. Alone. And you were small mostly. As you tripped with all your books to the ground. You felt two strong hands pick you up. There you see the bad boy of Slytherin you heard about. He helps you up as another Slytherin you seen picks up your book. Theodore Nott.

You Immediately felt flustered as you were held like a small stray cat. Mattheo laughed at your expression and set you down to your feet. Being the awkward tween you gave them a nod for their gratitude and leave in a rush. Not knowing you just been mentally adopted by the Theos and soon by the Slytherins.

[nottsangel]

Bsf theo bullying you into cockwarming before bed. 🫠

bsf!theo is too much of a sweetheart in my eyes so i changed it to brothers bsf!theo if that’s ok <3 n i hope the italian in this makes sense lmao sorry if it doesn’t !!!

“hey, where’s the—” theo begins as he suddenly bursts into your room, but his words quickly trail off and his eyes widen, a smirk tinged with disbelief spreading across his face. you squeal in shock, instantly jerking your hand away from between your legs and hastily pulling your skirt down, covering your dripping, exposed cunt. meanwhile, pornographic sounds echo through the room from the speakers of your phone, which you clumsily dropped in panic.

“what the fuck is your problem?! you fucking asshole! leave!” you yell with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, your cheeks on fire as you can feel your heart pounding in your throat. you try to reach for your phone that has dropped to the ground, stretching your arm as far as you can, but theo quickly seizes it right before your eyes. “theo! i swear to fucking—” “dio santo, what the fuck are you watching? fuckin’ disgusting.” theo snarls in disgust, chuckling condescendingly as his eyes are glued to the screen, the loud, pornographic sounds making your cheeks heat up even more.

“theo…. GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” you scream at the top of your lungs as you try to reach for your phone, but he jerks it away right before you can snatch it out of his hand and holds it above his head, staring down at you with an amused, mocking look on his face. you jump up, huffing as you stretch your arms as far as you can, but to no avail. “you better be quiet before your brother hears. you don’t want him to find out that his sweet little sister watches this kind of porn when she’s all alone, huh?”

your breathing quickens out of sheer anger, as if steam could practically come out of your ears while you glare at him with furrowed brows. “i mean, if it was just ‘normal porn’, fair enough. but this… nah, that’s just… fucking embarrassing, porco giuda.” he taunts, nodding disapprovingly as he stares at your screen with a mocking expression of shock on his face. “give. it. back.” “oh, don’t worry. i will give it back to you, piccola.” you let out a sigh of relief, the tense muscles in your body gradually relaxing as you start sit down, but then he speaks again. “but only if you watch more of those videos with me.” “what the f—” “while you sit on my cock.”

you scoff in disbelief, blinking rapidly as you stare at him, thinking he must be joking, yet the same serious, intense expression doesn’t falter from his face, making you realise he’s dead serious. “wha— why the fuck would i want that?” “hm. ‘cause you’re fuckin’ dripping, idiota.” he smugly gestures with his eyes towards your arousal trickling down the insides of your thighs. you look down at where here’s staring and quickly press your legs together, a mix of embarrassment and fury raging through your entire body. “you’re a bit slow sometimes, you know that?”

you’re ready to yell at him again, to call him all the horrible names you can think of, but you don’t— instead, you grab him by his shirt and frustratingly push him onto your bed, causing him to gaze up at you with the cockiest, most arrogant smirk ever, clearly just at surprised by your unexpected behaviour as you are. “don’t think i’m doing this because i want you, alright? it’s just— you just happen to have a dick!” “yeah, yeah. you hate me, i get it. c’mere before i change my mind and tell your brother.”

he grasps your wrist and forcefully pulls you onto his lap, biting his lip as his firm hands wander towards your ass under your skirt, squeezing it roughly. your hands hastily reach down to his crotch, eagerly unbuckling his belt while he shifts his attention to your phone and scrolls through the endless videos, trying to pick the perfect one. “and you know what? maybe i’ll let you move if you’re able to sit still enough while watching them with me.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[roonilwazlibimagines]

control freak - t.n x female!reader

Blurb: theo has control issues but his girlfriend doesn't mind

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this was originally 6k words but i felt like the second part was really intense self indulgence but if people like this i'm happy to fix the second part up and post it as well :))

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If Theodore Nott had his way, people would stop calling him controlling. Okay, maybe there had been times where he had lied and deceived to get his way, and sure, he was quick to rise to temper which often made people just agree with him, but it was just because he always knew what was best. 

He had first said this thought outloud to the pretty girl he had been dating during their seventh year at Hogwarts and after two years of being with him, she felt comfortable enough to scoff at his words. 

“Because you know what’s best?” They had just left Draco Malfoy’s and Theo was driving her home. 

His eyes flickered to hers and back to the road, astounded that she had the audacity to scoff at him. 

“Well, yeah.” The only reason they were having this conversation was because of something stupid Draco had said. 

“You need another drink,” Draco had said as soon as he noticed the girl sitting on Theo’s lap had an empty cup in her hand. 

“Ooh, yes please.”

“No, she doesn’t.” 

She turned to look at her frowning boyfriend and gave him a look to match his. 

“Theo,” she had whined. 

“You’ve already drank enough, if you drink something else, you’ll get sick.” He had sat up to whisper in her ear and there was a piece of her deep down that knew he was right. She was currently happy and drunk and she had drunk that last drink quite fast. Another would probably move her to the next level of drunk that she did not want nor need for a casual get together with friends. 

“I might have one a bit later, Draco, thank you.” Theo slouched back down, happy with the compromise. 

“Merlin, Nott,” Draco scoffed, “you keep her on a tight leash.”

Theo suddenly wasn’t slouching anymore nor was she sitting on his lap. 

“You were happy and drunk, another drink only would have made you feel worse.” 

She took a deep breath and bit her tongue as they came to a red light. It casted a shadow on Theo’s face as he turned to look at her. He kept one hand on the steering wheel but brought the other to give the flesh of the thigh closest to him a squeeze. He left it there as she sighed. 

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, I’m just saying you’re controlling.” 

His gaze wasn’t harsh, but it still let her know that he wasn’t happy with her response. 

She did her best to change her face in a way that would please the boy who had a small tick in his jaw. She widened her eyes and wet her lips, sinking into her seat slightly and glancing at the large hand still sprawled over the top of her thigh. 

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

That made his gaze soften. 

It was true. 

She had been in the same house as Theo for seven years when she first started dating him and had been in the same circle for the same time. 

She had seen him yell at first years to get out of their spot, she had seen him lead all of their group projects and she had seen him get angry with new people on the Quidditch team because they couldn’t understand his new formation. 

But she had only really realised this in their sixth year during the Sytherin’s annual end of year celebration. There was a bottle of firewhiskey and a deck of cards that Theo was currently dealing. 

She had known amost since their first day that Theodore Nott was attractive, but it wasn’t until a couple of months ago that she had decided that she was going to do something about it. And doing her best to make sure she was in his line of site at all times, she had somehow ended up next to him in the circle, trying to keep up with the rules he was currently explaining to her. 

“-and if you don’t, you drink. Does that make sense?” She was nodding even though she was still caught up on the first rule he had started with. 

He had finished dealing and was looking down at her in a way that told her he knew she was lying. 

She didn’t mind. 

Nor did she mind when he said, “how about I help you for the first round?” 

And she wasn’t surprised either when it was her second turn and she had been staring at her cards for less than thirty seconds before he grabbed them out of her hands and said, “here, let me have a look.” 

It reminded her of how he’d grab the parchment out of anyone’s hands whenever he didn’t trust them to write in enough detail for their group tasks. 

“Play this one,” he had said, already throwing down her card before he handed her deal back to her. 

She didn’t really mind this. She still chose to date him halfway through their last year and it wasn’t until the next year’s celebration that she came to the realisation that she even kinda liked it. 

She was sitting in his lap and he had a cigarette in his mouth. He tried to blow it away from her but sometimes it would waft back and she would try to stop her nose from scrunching up. Their relationship was still too new for that. 

She blamed the red plastic cup in her hand for the reason she asked, “Can I have a go?”

Theodore had been laughing at something Blaise said, but in the second he had turned down to look at her, Blaise had turned to Pansy and she took his opportunity to nod at the cigarette in the hand that wasn’t gripping her waist. 

The chucke lines on his pretty face smoothed out and he let his hand drop as he immediately said, “No.” 

She pouted at him. 

“Why not?” She was giggling and she wasn’t entirely sure why, it did nothing to change the harsh angles of his jawline nor the serious look she was now on the receiving end of. 

“They’re not good for you.” 

“You do it.” 

“That’s different.” 

She giggled again, giving him a faux confused look at his contradiction. 

“Please,” she whined. She really had no desire to smoke said cigarette, she just wanted to see where this would go. 

“No,” he said, “end of discussion.” 

There was a fluttering in her tummy and Theodore wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, but he didn’t miss the way her body gave a slight twitch at his words. 

And in his defence, after seeing that boy with a cigarette in his hand almost everyday for the last couple of years, she could count the times she had seen smoke blow from his pretty mouth on one hand since that incident even if his clothes stil smet like smoke. 

But it wasn’t until that night that they had spoken about it. And it was hard to tell whether that small confession in Theo’s car had changed the amount of control he usually used over her. 

As shown by the events that had led up to that conversation, Theo had always kept her on a tight leash at parties. 

“I just care about you, s’all,” he’d shrug when she gave him a pout everytime he cut off her drinking. 

“Come straight back though,” he’d instruct when she’d get up from her designated seat (his lap) and go with Pansy to the bathroom. 

“Stay where I can see you,” he’d whisper when she went to go join Pansy on the dance floor. 

And he was even worse when he wasn’t at said party. 

It had been three years since they started dating, over a year since the conversation in his car and a few of her friends from her work had convinced her to join them in testing the new club that had opened in Diagon Alley. 

When she came out in a tight back dress that rested just below the flesh of her bum, she didn’t even react when she saw the muscle jump in her boyfriends jaw. He had come over to hers to annoy her while she was getting ready. 

“I’m not annoying,” he had scowled when she said this to him. 

He was driving her in and he only came early so he could make sure he knew exactly what the night would entail. 

“You don’t like it?” He was sitting on her bed and she made her way over to him, nudging his knees with her own so she could stand in between his legs. His hands rested happily on her hips, rubbing the fabric of her dress he wished wasn’t covering her pretty skin. 

When she let out a playful giggle he tore his hands away, only to bring them back to make a loud slapping noise as he brought them down on the flesh of her bum. She squealed as he continued to give it a tight squeeze making her body draw closer to his. 

“You know I love this dress,” he whispered over her small gigges, “and I don’t care when I’m there, people know not to mess with me.” She wanted to roll her eyes at his corny words, but refrained knowing she was already pushing his buttons by wanting to wear this dress. “But I won’t be there tonight, baby.”

His voice was soft and she was letting herself melt into his touch. His hands were now rubbing the fabric covering the flesh he had tortured and she was feeling content. 

Which was why she was sure she had gotten whiplash when he said, “So go change.” 

He was using the same tone he had used when he told her that he wasn’t going to let her smoke. She could almost hear him say, ‘end of discussion.’

She turned her head to look at him, her mouth slightly agape in shock at the change in her boyfriend but he kept his gaze firm and she was quite dumbfounded at what had just happened so she kissed the top of his head and moved herself out of his embrace to go change. 

She hadn’t thought too much about what she was wearing. She had only been out without Theo a handful of times and she had never had to worry about what she wore, only ever choosing what she felt best in at that moment in time. 

She came out in another black dress, but this time it was longer. 

“How’s this?” She had asked when she came out to show Theo again. 

“Better.” He stood up this time to walk over to her. 

When he was standing in front of her he placed the palm of his hands under her jaw, his thumbs resting on her cheeks. His palms were soft and warm and she let her head sink into his touch. 

“If anyone bothers you, you know I’ll be there straight away.”

“I know,” she said, going on her tippy toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. And she was truly grateful for that. 

In the car, Theo continued. 

“Message me as soon you’re ready, I’ll be there straight away. Cover your drink. If you feel even sightly off, just let me know. Trust your intuition. If you go anywhere else, let me know as well. And if anyone-”

“Gives me trouble I’ll let you know.” They were parked outside the club, but the car was still on. Theo turned his head to raise a questioning eyebrow at her. 

“Don’t be a brat.” 

“I’m sorry,” she sighed, “I know you’re just looking out for me, I promise I’ll keep you updated the whole night.” 

“Good girl,” he mumbled as she leaned over to kiss him. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you pretty girl, have fun.” And what that, she slammed the door. 

He watched her walk over to her friends and then began his drive back home. 

The whole drive home his mind was full of worry for the pretty girl he had just left barely seconds ago. 

What if something happened to her? Whenever he was there he made sure she could let her guard down and of course, he trusted her and knew she was more than capable, but he couldn’t help himself. 

When he got home he sent her a message. 

‘home x’ 

‘did you get in okay?’

He stared down at the two bubbles that had come from his phone. He tried to get his mind off it. 

He got out a book, but all he was doing was looking at words, he wasn’t comprehending anything. 

Five minutes had passed. 

‘my love’

‘please answer’

He tried to make himself a snack. But he found he wasn’t actuay hungry.

Ten minutes. 

This wasn’t good enough. She needed to answer him. Did she not know that he was going crazy wondering about all the horrible things that could have happened to her?

He pulled out his phone and rang her number. 

She didn’t answer. 

He was seconds away from going there himself. He knew it was crazy, but there was a part of him that wanted to go in with her. Sit at a tabel by himself so she could have her fun and he could still keep an eye on her. But even he thought that might be going to far. Except now he knew that that was what he should have done all along. 

He was twirling his keys in his hand, seconds away from going there himself when her pretty picture filled up his screen. 

“Theo?”His heart started beating again when he heard her voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, we were just on the dancefloor. I’m sorry.” And he could just imagine the sheepish look that was overtaking her pretty face. 

“It’s okay my love, please just keep your phone on you, yeah?” 

“Ok Theo,” she said, “I will, I promise. I love you.” 

“I love you my girl.” 

He waited until she hung up the phone and put his keys back down. 

Now that he knew she was okay, he feared he may have been a bit dramatic. But he coudn’t help it. 

He was sure that it had come from his father. His father who was quick to temper and was aways the leader in his group of friends. It wasn’t a trait he was proud of, but the pretty girl he called his girlfriend claimed not to mind and he had to trust her on that. 

It was later that night that the discussion had been brought up once more since that night in his car after Draco’s party. 

Theo had picked her up and she was tipsy in his bathroom taking her makeup off with the makeup wipes he had bought for her after a night out when she didn’t have anything to take her make up off and had whined the whole night. 

“Be quiet, I’lll buy you some tomorrow.” He had grumbled when they were in bed and all he wanted to do was sleep after hearing her moan and groan for the last forty-five minutes. 

“My friends thought it was weird when you rang me.” He wasn’t sure she really knew what she was saying, but her words still made him sit up in his bed where he was waiting for her to join. 

“What do you mean?” Her eyes were closed as she stumbled back into the bathroom to put the wipes away. Theo had already dressed her in her pyjamas and he watched her stumble back to the bed to join him. 

As she pulled the blanket up she giggled out, “They think it’s controlling.” 

“What did you say?” He asked, turning to his side and putting his weight on his elbow so he was looking down at the pretty girl with her head on the pillow. 

“I said,” her eyes were closed and she finally opened them to meet his, “you have no idea.” 

Theo frowned and before he could move to turn the other way, her hand shot up and grabbed his jaw. 

“You know I love it.”

[nottsamor]

2 in one — theodore nott & mattheo riddle

summary : they knew they had to have you at least once, and so they did.

authors note: i GENUINELY hate this but wtv

"shitt look at her, takin' us so well." mattheo chuckled lowly, hands gripping onto your hair as he pushed your head deeper to take his cock fully inside your mouth. theodore groaned, head falling back as his hands were holding onto your hips, moving his hips against your own. "she is, isn't she? such a fuckin' slut for us." one of his hands slapped your ass.

you whined against mattheo's cock. he hissed, pushing your head deeper. "shh, shut the fuck up. don't need you to talk." he grumbled under his breath. "She's so tight, man." theo gritted his teeth. one of his hands went around your waist, meeting around at your stomach. smirking, theo spoke. "shitt cara, 'can feel me inside you."

you blushed, feeling how he pushed inside you, pushing down on the bulge in your lower stomach. you controlled a moan, looking up at mattheo with half lidded eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, brushing it past your ear with his free hand.

"didn't know you were such a slut," mattheo chuckled, theo chuckling as well. the both of them were enjoying this tremendously, you knew they were. you didn't even know why you agreed to this, well, you did. they were two of the hottest best friends in your house, how could you just resist?

"y'know, i always saw you walking around with that little skirt of yours, showing yourself off, damn.. always thought about how pretty you'd look bent over. now i know." theo smirked, his calloused hands tracing all over your body.

"she's a pretty thing, theo. sweetest we've had." mattheo talked about you like you weren't even here, sporting the same exact smirk on his face, pushing your head deeper as he met theo's gaze.

"she's so damn tight around me, you want my cock that bad?" theo only received a nod and whines in return, "shh, okay shut up." mattheo pushed your head deeper once again. "ah fuck, 'm gonna come." theo bit his bottom lip, tightening his hold against your hips.

only a few minutes later, you felt warm liquid fill your throat, along with the feeling of something warm entering from behind you. you whined, mattheo letting go of your head as theo held you close to him, back against his chest as he rode out his high.

"Shit bella, you did so amazin.'" theo breathed into your neck, planting a few kisses here and there as mattheo frowned. "'S not over yet, i needa come in her ass too."

[lovefoolholland]

about you - theodore nott x reader

summary: the train reminded theo of you. thestrals reminded theo of you. what did theo remember about you that wasn’t as heartwrenching? 

warnings: angst, a couple of lines from little women (greta gerwig’s movie) 

a/n: i can’t stop picturing theo as a the 1975 type of guy. like, he gives off matty healy’s vibes, you know? 

English is not my first language! 

The platform didn’t quite spark memories of you, but boy did the compartment he and his friends shared sparkle something.

“Theo!” exclaimed Pansy Parkinson, clearly confused by the looks on Theodore Nott’s face “Are you alright?” 

That was an understatement. 

“Indeed” he answered instead. 

“You don’t seem alright” Blaise inquired, and Pansy gave him a glance. 

“I’m just tired” Theo said, rolling his eyes. 

“Tired of spending all summer thinking of Y/N, I’m sure,” Draco’s voice spilled like venom, and Theo turned to look at him with a dark demeanor in his eyes “am I wrong?” 

“Shut up Draco” Pansy said, and then looked at Theo with an apologetic smile. 

“It’s fine,” Theo heard himself answer “but you’re incredibly wrong. Apparition always tires me.” 

No one mentioned Y/N again, but Theo could feel the tension in the air. 

The compartment reminded him of the smell of freshly baked cookies, and how – somehow – you always managed to smell like that. You’ve mentioned before that you’d stayed over at the Weasley’s for a couple of days before going back to school, but it had never occurred to him until later in the relationship that cookies were something Molly Weasley surely did the morning her children (and her friends’ children) left for Hogwarts. 

Now, he missed the smell and he missed having his head dipped into the top of your head while his arms tangled on yours as you read some boring book that had to do with the classes to come. 

“We’re here mate” said Blaise when everyone but him had gotten out of the compartment. 

“Thanks” he said, and watched as a bunch of students started walking towards the thestrals that always drove everyone to the castle. 

He didn’t find you in the crowd. 

He got up and got out of the train in order to get to the castle in no time. He didn’t want to keep depressing himself over his failed relationship and the memories everything in Hogwarts brought him upon with. 

At least not until he saw your wild hair waiting for a carriage. 

“Hey” he said, and you couldn’t help but jump in place once you saw him. 

“Oh, hi” your voice was as soft as the day he left you “, waiting for a thestral?” 

He stared at you for a solid minute, watching how you curved your hands in your robes and a shy blush creeped up your cheeks. He then nodded. 

“Yeah,” you nodded along “how long have you been here?” 

“Not that long” your voice came out squeaky, noticeably ashamed “I just got off the train. I fell asleep.” 

“What?” he asked, quite interested now “Why? Didn’t your friends wake you up or…?” 

“I was alone” you said, pulling your lips together. 

Of course you were. 

“Right,” he said, uncomfortable “we should probably start walking. 

“We should, yeah.” 

The two of you made your path down the castle in silence, both of you unconsciously thinking of the other. 

Theo remembered the first time he got on one of these carriages. He was incredibly nervous, and that’s when a girl with a bright smile sat next to him and started asking him questions. Just… Asking. She didn’t know about his nerves, if anything, she was interested in meeting new people and getting to know them. 

That girl was you. 

Four years later, during the Triwizard Tournament year, he had told you about the Yule Ball during your ride to the castle and had noticed the way your cheeks flushed when Draco mentioned he was going to ask Pansy to go with him, pretty proud of himself. 

Days later, he asked you, and you went together. 

Now it all seemed like a daydream, a cruel, plain daydream he had the day he told you he didn’t want a relationship with you anymore. How he told you that anyway or another, you were an obstacle in his life. 

How stupid of him. 

“How has your family been?” you asked, head tilting towards him. 

He frowned. 

“Father’s been pretty busy. And mother's portrait has been asking about you.” 

Of course he had to say that. 

He looks up to you to find a startled, yet satisfied expression on your face. He feels as if hot porridge has been spilled all over his face and neck because he knows he has turned red out of embarrassment. 

“Send them my greetings” you simply say before accelerating your pace “, come on, we’re going to be late for dinner.” 

“Wait, T/N,” the lights of the path leading to the school flick a little, and you stop in your tracks as he reaches to you “how have you been?” 

You open your mouth and then close it. It almost seems as if you want to tell him everything about your summer but… But you can’t. 

“Good,” you say, and start walking, slower this time, to the castle “my parents have been pretty busy too. The Ministry is going mad over the news of the return of You-Know-Who.” 

“Yes, of course,” he says, and then slightly smiles “did you stay at the Weasleys?”

He’s met with silence. You look at him with suspicion, and he notices. 

“What?” 

“What is the point of you asking these questions?” 

He scoffs. 

“Alright, sorry. I won’t be asking anything else.” 

“No, Theo– I mean, Theodore,” your breath hitches in your throat “it doesn’t bother me. At all. You know it never will.” 

He knows what you’re asking. 

But why? 

As the two of you step into the entrance of the castle and Flitwick tells you to register yourselves, Theo realizes why. 

“I’ve missed you” he confesses, and notices you try to evade his eyes “, Y/N–”

You take a sharp breath before speaking. 

“Stop it,” she says, and he notices the tears forming on your eyes “Theo, you’re being mean.” 

“Mean?” he asks, eyes narrowing. 

“Yes, mean” you emphasize in the word, and suddenly the two of you find yourselves right at the doors of the Great Hall. 

Theo realizes neither has the intention of going in. 

“I’m telling you how I feel, I don’t see how that’s mean.” 

“No,” you say again, and now inevitably make eye contact. He instantly regrets, you’re on the verge of tears “you don’t get to say this, not after hurting me so much.” 

“Y/N…” 

“Not when I haven’t forgotten about you, not completely” you hiss, and take a step back. 

Theo’s mind runs wild. 

“You haven’t forgotten about me?” 

The choice of words amuses him. How can you forget all that you’ve been through? From sleeping in each other’s arms on the train to the sight of you wearing captivating robes to the Yule Ball, dancing until the last song ran out. 

“No, okay? I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, but I can’t” you say, tears sprinting down your cheeks as they turn red “I miss you on the train, I miss your arms around me, and I never know what to think about but…” 

“You think about me” he finishes off, and takes a step towards you “, do you think I’ve forgotten about you?” 

He knows you know that’s impossible. 

You put your lips together tightly and look up at him with a frown. 

“No.” 

“That’s right,” he says, cupping your cheeks with your hands. He cleans the tears with his thumb “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” 

You close your eyes once you feel his skin against yours. 

He silently dips his head and kisses your forehead. You still smell like freshly baked cookies. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You simply nod. 

He sighs and dips even more, sliding his hands against the back of your neck before kissing you more feverishly than before. Both of your heads spin as every student storms out of the Great Hall, and even a poltergeist calls you two out. 

“I will never forget you,” he assured you “all I can think about… Live about, is you. I’ve never stopped.” 

You smile and nod, opening your eyes and clenching him by the robes surrounding his body. 

“Never let go, Theodore Nott.”

[cobrakaisb]

baby

teddy’s girl

soulmates

everybody wants you

wildest dreams

ciao bella

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Theodore Nott didn’t understand you. In fact, he was fairly certain that nobody understood you. Yet, as he leaned against the library’s stone archway, watching you float through the corridors like some ethereal, pastel dream, he couldn’t look away.

You were all bouncy curls and matching bows, a perpetual smile plastered on your face as if you were in a constant state of blissful daydreaming. You stopped abruptly to crouch down, whispering to a group of ducks that had waddled in from the Hogwarts lake. Yes, actual ducks. They quacked in reply, as if they were in on the conversation.

“Of course,” Theodore muttered under his breath, pushing himself off the wall and walking over, curiosity getting the better of him.

When he got close enough, he heard you giggling, a sound that, against his will, made the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

“And that’s why you shouldn’t fly too close to the Whomping Willow,” you were saying seriously to the ducks. “It doesn’t know how to make friends properly, but we should still be kind to it.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Are you giving life advice to ducks now?”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling. “Theo!” you chirped, as if him showing up was the most delightful surprise you could’ve imagined. “I’m not giving advice. I’m just making sure they know the dangers around here! It’s very important.”

He sighed. Of course, it was.

“Do you ever stop smiling?” he asked, though the question was softer than he intended.

You grinned even wider—how that was possible, he didn’t know. “Why would I stop? There are so many things to be happy about!"

He glanced at you. “I don’t see the point in getting excited over things that happen every day.”

You stood up and clasped your hands together, staring at him with those impossibly bright eyes. “Oh, Theo, you poor, gloomy boy,” you said dramatically, putting a hand on your heart. “You must be starving for joy!”

“I’m not starving for anything,” he said, though he suddenly felt a little unsure about that.

“Oh, but you are!” you declared, twirling around him in a circle. “You need some color in your life, some adventure, some—”

“Flowers?” he interrupted, gesturing to the daisy chain you had managed to loop around his arm while he wasn’t paying attention.

“Exactly!” you said, your eyes twinkling. “Flowers make everything better. See? Now you look like a prince from one of those old fairy tales!”

Theodore glanced down at the delicate chain of daisies and sighed again. “This isn’t helping my reputation, you know.”

You just smiled innocently. “Who cares about reputation? Life is more fun when you don’t worry so much.”

“I’m not worried,” he said quickly. “I just—don’t understand you.”

“That’s okay,” you said softly, standing still now, your voice like a gentle breeze. “You don’t have to understand me, Theo. But you could try… enjoying things a little. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

Theodore opened his mouth to respond, but you weren’t waiting for an answer. Instead, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the courtyard.

“We’re going on an adventure!” she announced.

“We are?” Theodore asked, though he was already being tugged along.

“Yes! Look at all the flowers blooming today! I bet we can find the perfect ones to make a crown for you. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Theodore groaned, but something warm flickered in his chest. “Darling, I am not wearing a flower crown.”

“We’ll see,” you sang, skipping ahead with him in tow.

As you reached the courtyard, you released his hand and flitted from one patch of wildflowers to the next, gathering blossoms and humming a tune. Theodore leaned against a pillar, watching you with an exasperated, almost fond expression. How could someone be so relentlessly joyful?

“Found it!” you called out, holding up a daffodil triumphantly. “This is the one. It’s your flower.”

“My—what?”

“Your flower,” you repeated with utmost seriousness. “Daffodils mean new beginnings. They’re perfect for you.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need a new beginning.”

“Everyone needs new beginnings sometimes,” you said softly, tucking the daffodil behind his ear. “Even grumpy boys like you.”

He swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close you were. Your scent—something like wildflowers and sunshine—was intoxicating. For the briefest moment, Theodore wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was something to your endless optimism, your constant smiles.

“Do you always fall in love with everything?” he asked, his voice quieter than before.

You paused, your fingers lingering near his face. “I fall in love with the beauty in things,” you admitted, your gaze steady and sincere. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice the hard parts too. I just choose to love it all anyway.”

He stared at you for a long moment, something unfamiliar tugging at his chest.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

“And you’re adorable,” you replied, grinning again.

Theodore sighed, though this time, there was a hint of a smile on his face. “I still don’t want a flower crown.”

You giggled, plopping the half-finished daisy chain on his head. “Too late! You’re already the flower prince of Hogwarts.”

It was a little ridiculous how happy you were, and it drove Theo absolutely mad.

But not in the way he wanted.

“Good morning, Theo!” you chirped as you bounced into the common room, your shoes making soft tap tap sounds on the stone floor. You held a handful of daisies, which you promptly began to sprinkle over the Slytherin table, because, in your words, “Even dungeons need love!”

Theo looked up from his book, his brow furrowing. “What are you doing?”

“Making everything prettier, of course,” you replied with a giggle, twirling around to place a daisy behind your ear. “The dungeon’s so gloomy. Don’t you think flowers brighten the place up?”

He blinked at you, his eyes flicking from the daisies to you, then back to his book. “I don’t think flowers are going to solve the fact that we live underground.”

You gasped dramatically, clutching the flowers to your chest like he had just offended your entire soul. “Theo! How could you say that? Flowers solve everything!”

He grumbled something under his breath, flipping the page of his book with more force than necessary. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

And that was how it always went. You would always find some way to make Theo’s carefully crafted gloomy world a little brighter—much to his dismay. Yet, somehow, despite himself, he couldn’t help but let you.

Like that time you convinced him to walk with you through the Forbidden Forest, not for some grand adventure, but because, in your words, “The sunlight looked so pretty through the trees.” Theo had rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might fall out of his head, but still, there he was, trudging alongside you, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, grumbling all the while.

And then there was that one time during Potions class, where he sat quietly at his desk, scribbling notes, and you… well, you were busy tying tiny bows on the vials of ingredients. Professor Snape wasn’t impressed, but when he told you to stop, you just smiled and said, “But Professor, it’s just so much nicer this way!”

It was ridiculous. You were ridiculous.

And he was utterly and completely… charmed.

Not that he’d admit that, of course. Theo was far too grumpy, far too Theodore to ever say something like that aloud. But he didn’t mind that you sat next to him in every class, constantly filling the space with your endless chatter about how beautiful the stars looked last night or how you had named the toads in the courtyard after each of the Hogwarts founders. He didn’t mind how you always found a way to make him a little less… grumpy, even if he pretended otherwise.

One day, as you skipped down the hall beside him, your arms full of flowers you had picked from Merlin-knows-where, you suddenly stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide as saucers.

“Theo! Look at the sky! It’s pink! And orange! Oh my gosh, isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

He stopped too, glancing up at the sky, his expression flat. “It’s just a sunset.”

“Just a sunset?” you gasped, grabbing his arm and tugging him closer to the window. “No, no, it’s not just a sunset, it’s magical. Don’t you feel it? The colors, the warmth! It’s like the sky is telling a story!”

He looked at you then, really looked at you. The way your eyes sparkled with excitement, the way your lips curled into that bright, infectious smile. You were staring at the sky like it was the most wonderful thing you’d ever seen, and somehow, in that moment, he thought you looked more magical than any sunset could ever be.

“Theo?” You waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” he muttered, shaking his head as he tried to focus on something, anything that wasn’t how ridiculously soft and pretty you looked in the pinkish-orange glow of the sky. “You’re just… weird.”

You grinned up at him, undeterred. “Weird? That’s the best compliment you’ve given me all week!”

He rolled his eyes again, though his lips quirked up ever so slightly. “Yeah, well… don’t get used to it.”

But you saw right through him. “You like me, don’t you, Theo?” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” he shot back, though the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You giggled, that sweet, melodic sound that made his heart do stupid things in his chest. “It’s okay, I like you too.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Merlin help me…”

But as you linked your arm through his and started humming a happy little tune, skipping alongside him down the hall, he couldn’t help but smile just a little.

Maybe, just maybe, sunshine wasn’t so bad after all.

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