#theodore nott fan fic

[theosbae]

mattheo takes care of u

mattheo’s hands are gentle as they work the shampoo through your hair, fingers massaging your scalp in slow, soothing circles. the warm water runs down your back, the scent of vanilla and something faintly musky filling the air—his shampoo, because he insisted on using his.

“you always make such a mess of yourself,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. his knuckles graze the back of your neck as he tilts your head slightly, making sure he gets every bit of soap worked in.

you hum, eyes fluttering shut, sinking deeper into the bath. “m’not that bad.”

mattheo chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers still combing through the suds. “you’ve got ink on your wrist, sugar. and… is that flour on your cheek?”

your lips twitch, but you don’t argue. instead, you lean into his touch, letting him take care of you. he rinses your hair slowly, using his hands to pour the warm water over your head, careful not to let it drip into your eyes.

when he’s done, he strokes a wet strand away from your face, his dark eyes soft as they take you in. “there,” he murmurs. “all clean.”

you smile up at him, tugging him down by the collar of his shirt. “you take such good care of me.”

his lips curl into a smirk as he brushes his nose against yours. “someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

you laugh, pulling him in for a kiss, the water sloshing slightly as you move. mattheo doesn’t mind. if anything, he’s already thinking about how he’s gonna get just as messy as you.

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

🌞🍸🍊🌊 (moodboard link)

[starzioo]

i biblically need this man.

[darkmarkmarauder]

It takes Two to Toxic - T.R.

!warning!minorsdni, mild violence, bdsm, breeding kink

pairing: ex!Tom Riddle x you

The first time you saw Tom Riddle drink, you almost didn’t believe your eyes.

Tom never let his composure slip. Never let anyone in. He was a fortress of cold, calculating precision, always three steps ahead of everyone, his every move deliberate, every word like a carefully placed dagger. You knew that better than anyone.

Yet here he was, slumped over his desk in his dimly lit Slytherin dormitory, bottle in hand, writing feverishly in that damn diary of his, eyes rimmed in red. He didn’t look up when you entered, though he must have known it was you. He always knew.

You didn’t speak at first, just watched him with something that wasn’t quite pity. He’d never accept that, not from you. Maybe not from anyone. His knuckles were white around the neck of the bottle, his other hand gripping the quill like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. His breath was uneven. Shallow.

“Didn’t peg you for the type to drown your sorrows,” you finally said, voice quiet but not gentle. You wouldn’t give him that, wouldn’t give him the softness he never afforded you.

His lips curled into something resembling a smirk, but it was hollow. Empty. “And I never took you for the type to fuck Nott just to spite me.”

You swallowed, bracing for the familiar sting of his words. “I didn’t do it to spite you, Tom. I did it because I was done.”

The laugh he let out was dry, bitter. “You keep saying that,” he murmured, bringing the bottle to his lips. “Yet here you are.”

“You didn’t love me,” you finally said, forcing the words past the lump in your throat. “Not really.”

Tom’s gaze lifted from the pages of his diary, and for the first time since you entered the room, you saw something real in those dark eyes. Something that terrified you.

“You think that?” His voice was almost gentle. Almost.

You swallowed, standing your ground. “I know that.”

He smirked, but there was no cruelty in it. Just sorrow. “Then why are you here?”

You had no answer. Because despite everything, despite the ruin you had both left in each other’s wake, some part of you still felt tethered to him. Maybe it always would.

“I don’t know,” you admitted.

Tom leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The firelight cast shadows across his face, making him look older, more tired. “You should leave.”

You should have. You knew that. But your feet stayed planted. “You never let yourself feel things, Tom. And now you finally do, and you just—drink?”

He exhaled sharply, setting the bottle down with a controlled but deliberate thud. “Oh, spare me the sanctimonious bullshit,” he sneered, eyes dark and venomous. “You fucked Theo because you’re a petulant whore who needed attention. Don’t dress it up as some grand act of defiance.”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head, feigning boredom. “Right. Because everything has to be about you, doesn’t it? Maybe, just maybe, I actually enjoyed myself.” A slow, taunting smile played on your lips as you took a step closer. “At least Theo knew how to fuck me.”

The reaction was immediate. Tom went rigid, his fingers flexing on the edge of the desk, his jaw clenching so hard you half-expected his teeth to crack under the pressure.

His breathing was uneven, but his voice, when it came, was low and deadly. “What the fuck did you just say?”

You leaned in, just enough for him to feel the heat of you. “You heard me.”

His jaw clenched. “You’re lying.”

You shrugged, dragging out the silence just to watch him unravel. “Maybe.” You let the word hang between you, toying with it, with him. “Maybe not.”

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He was losing control. And god, you loved it. Loathed in it. For once, he was the one chasing, the one tormented, the one spiraling. You understood now why he obsessed over power—because it was intoxicating.

Tom stood suddenly, knocking the chair back, and in one swift motion, he was in front of you, too close, his presence suffocating. “You’re trying to make me angry,” he murmured, voice dark and silk-smooth, though his hands twitched like he wanted to break something.

You only smirked, tilting your head. “Oh, Tom,” you hummed, feigning sweetness. “I don’t have to try.”

His lips twitched—whether in amusement or rage, you couldn’t tell. But the way his fingers flexed at his sides, the way his chest rose and fell with sharp, controlled breaths, told you everything you needed to know.

“You think this is a game?” Tom’s voice was low, lethal, like the whisper of a knife slicing through silk.

You shrugged, slow, taunting. “Isn’t it?”

His hand shot out, gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“If it is,” he murmured, fingers pressing into your jaw just enough to make your breath hitch, “then you’ve just made a very, very foolish move.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t back down. Instead, you licked your lips, watching the way his eyes followed the movement with something almost feral. “Why? Because I finally stopped letting you win?”

His grip tightened for half a second before he let you go, stepping back like he needed the distance. Like if he stayed too close, he might do something reckless.

You almost wished he would.

“You think I care that you let him touch you?” He scoffed, reaching for the whiskey again, though his hand was far less steady now. “You were always going to be pathetic, desperate for scraps of attention.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s rich, coming from the boy who’s spent years trying to make me need him.”

Tom stilled, the glass hovering just before his lips.

You smiled, slow and victorious. “Hit a nerve?”

His eyes darkened, he didn’t need words to express how pissed he was. Without warning, the glass flew from his hand, shattering against the wall behind you. You didn’t flinch. That would’ve given him too much satisfaction.

“You really want to test me tonight, don’t you?” Tom’s voice was silk and steel, every word deliberate dripping with barely restrained fury.

You stepped closer, invading his space, tilting your chin up in defiance. “I don’t have to test you, Tom.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, your breath ghosting over his skin. “I already know exactly what you’ll do.”

He forced you back, shoving you against the desk, the wood biting into the small of your back. His hips pressed against yours, pinning you in place. “Tell me,” he whispered, lips ghosting over your jaw, “does he know how to touch you?”

Voice venomous, dripping with disdain. “Does he know how to make you beg? How to make you scream?”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His fingers trailed down your arms, slow, teasing, before gripping your waist, pulling you against him. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice dark and commanding. “Did he have you like this?”

You gasped as he spun you around, bending you over the desk in one swift motion. His hand pressed against the small of your back, keeping you there, exposed, vulnerable.

“Needy slut,” he sneered, his hand sliding up your spine before curling into your hair, yanking your head back just enough to force your gaze sideways, meeting his. “You like this, don’t you? Being put in your place. Being reminded who you fucking belong to.”

You scoffed, and that reaction earned you a sharp slap against your ass, the sting radiating through you, making your thighs clench. “Don’t fucking ignore me,” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips.

You wanted to fight back, say something sharp and cruel, but the second his hand slid between your thighs, all words left you. He knew exactly how to play you, how to push and pull until you were at the brink, until your body betrayed you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, fingers teasing, barely touching. “so wet for me.” His fingers pushed aside your lace panties finding your soaked cunt, teasing, circling through your dripping folds. He pushed two fingers inside you, slow, deliberate, hearing the slick evidence of your arousal. “You can fuck around with whoever you want, but we both know no one else can ruin you like I can.”

Your nails dug into the wood, your body arching as he set a brutal pace, fingers curling, pressing against that devastating spot that had you moaning his name. He smirked darkly. “There she is. See how easy that was?”

Before you could muster a response, he yanked you up, spinning you around and forcing you back until your ass hit the hard edge of his desk. His hands caged you in, fingers pressing into the wood as he loomed over you.

He grabbed your hand, wrapping it around his cock pumping it slowly, his forehead pressing against yours. His eyes, the same ones you’d lost your virginity to, the same ones you’d cried over, wanted to die over, the same ones you were imagining when you were with Theo.

Feeling the warmth from his precum as you spread it through your hand and around him. Bringing up your fingers to suck the remnants off.

He watched you intensely as a satisfied hum left him before he pushed inside you, stretching you inch by inch until you were gasping beneath him. His grip tightened, nails digging into your skin as he set a ruthless pace, fucking you deep and hard against the desk.

The desk scraped against the floor with every merciless snap of his hips, unrelenting as he fucked you hard enough to leave bruises. You clawed at his arms, gasping, sobbing his name as he drove you higher and higher, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his breath ragged against your skin.

“i ca-can’t take-”

“Take it,” he growled, his hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so you’d meet his gaze. “You wanted to act like a brat—so fucking take it.”

You whimpered, nails raking down his chest, drawing red lines over his pale skin.

“Tom—fuck—”

“That’s right,” he hissed, driving into you harder, faster. “Say my name when you cum. Let the whole castle know who owns you.”

You leaned back, hands braced against the desk as you bounced on him harder, faster. His fingers digging into your hips, bruising as his cock twitched inside you.

His rhythm stuttered as your body clenched around him, dragging him deeper, milking every last drop of cum. He groaned, gripping you tighter as he spilled into you, the warmth of his release sending you over the edge with him as you screamed his name.

Panting, you collapsed against his chest, both of you a sweaty, tangled mess. His arms wrapped around you, holding you there.

Tom pulled out slowly, watching the way his cum dripped from your overstimulated cunt, his eyes dark with possession. A smirk tugged at his lips as he brought his fingers to your entrance, scooping up his release and pushing it back inside you. “Can’t waste a drop now, can we?”

You whimpered, body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. He brought his soaked fingers to your lips, pressing them against your tongue. "Suck," he commanded, and you obeyed, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted the mixture of both of you. His eyes burning into you as he watched, his smile proving his satisfaction.

He lifted you into his arms, carrying you effortlessly toward the massive silk covered bed. His sheets were cool against your heated skin as he laid you down. He grabbed his wand, muttering a cleaning charm before pulling you into his arms.

You nuzzled into his chest, taking in the warmth from his body.

“Tell me a story,” you murmured, voice laced with sleep.

He laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Demanding even when exhausted,” he mused, but there was no real irritation in his tone. Only amusement. Only adoration.

Settling in, his voice dropped to that smooth, hypnotic cadence. “Have you ever heard the tale of the three brothers?”

You hummed in response, already drifting, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep. His words blurred together, weaving through your dreams as you fell asleep.

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a/n: sigh pretty sure my soul left my body halfway thru. hope u like it ;)

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MASTERLIST

[drcomttheo]

Theo Nott x YN

summary: Theo can cook?

warnings: fluff, established relationship

words: 382

a/n: SORRY ITS SHORT!

Excerpt from my fic "Inordinate love" or find it on my ML that's pinned.

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML

Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙛

You were lying in bed with the covers tangling around your bodies.

He was stroking your hair and you were drawing imaginary shapes on his chest until you felt him shift. "Are you hungry, Y/L/N?"

You didn't feel hungry before he asked, you guess because you were only focused on him, but now that you were thinking about it, you were a bit hungry.

"I could eat something," you nodded in response.

He smiled, but just a bit as he got up. "Well, come on, I'll cook you the best meal ever."

He cooks?

Surely not.

He has house elves. You doubt he's ever stepped foot in a kitchen, let alone his own and it's far less likely he cooked in it!

"Theodore Nott, the chef..." You were saying this as you were dangling your feet from the counter.

"You didn't know about that?" He said as he was close to you now.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Y/L/N. Now, what would you like to eat? Toast?" He said it with a laugh. "That's really about all I can make."

You knew it.

"A chef who can only make toast?" You said, questioning him for a moment.

"What can I say? I stick to the finer things in life." He answered.

"Well, then it better be some damn good toast," you say.

"Oh, just wait, Miss/Mister Y/L/N. Best toast you've seen in all your years." He was saying this as he was putting the toast into a toaster, which was making you laugh a bit seeing him struggle with the "muggle" technology.

"Are you laughing at me?" He said as he turned around with a slight look of defeat.

"No," you said, following it with a small giggle. He gave you a pointed look.

"Fine, but it's just a little funny." You were trying to hold back a grin, but you failed.

"Theo! You are burning the toast," you said as you hopped down from the counter and went over to the toaster, pulling out a charcoaled piece of bread.

"I'm not going to eat that," you said, laughing.

"Okay, maybe you should just have Muffy cook us breakfast," he said, laughing before embracing you in a tight hug.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Forever After

Title: Forever After Author: Celestialseawitch Rating: E (this is VERY E) Chapters: 6/8 Characters: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, James Potter/Lily Potter, Remus Lupin/Rosmerta, Sirius Black, Neville Longbottom Summary: Hermione Granger's life was not what she had expected it to be. She was a single mother living in a small flat in Hogsmeade. She left her incredible job in the Department of Mysteries so she could take care of her son. Her life was not easy -- the father of her baby and ex-partner didn't make her life any easier -- but it was her life and she was making the most of it. That life was about to be turned on its head again and it all seemed to be centering around Harry Potter.

Links: Ao3 | Blog

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Draco the Vampire is back!

Look, this story is taking a long, crazy journey into the unknown. I have the most amazing beta working on the first part, which is complete (about two chapters) and I have just finished writing the second part (another two chapters) and am now diving into part 3. But I thought you beauties deserved a sneak peak into chapter 2. You've pretty much read all of chapter one if you've been keeping up here but since I have posted, I have edited and added/removed little things. Still, the story isn't lost. My goal is to get it mostly finished by Halloween so I can publish it onto Ao3 but who knows. It could take longer.

...

Granger shifts in her chair to look at me, angling her body toward mine. My hand remains holding hers and when I look back at her, I can feel something warm in her scent.

For some reason, it forces me to think of all the things I’m afraid for her to know.

Monsters do exist. I’m one of them. They are no longer human. No longer alive. But they aren’t quite dead.

All of the things she doesn’t want me to know are fizzing around her head. It’s there, between us, mixing with mine and silently, we accept it all.

She hated me, too. When I was alive and I remembered her, we hated each other.

And I can’t hate her now, even if I tried. I just want her. But that includes her blood. And part of her wants to give it to me.

But we tuck those things away and we smile instead. We hold on a little tighter.

“When I was a little girl,” she says as my thumb glides up and down the row of knuckles on her right hand. “I used to capture little moths or leaf bugs and I would drop them into the web of a hungry spider.”

Granger pauses and stares down at our hands, the way I can’t let go.

“I’d wait for the spider to come out of its little burrow, where it would hide and wait for prey to land. But I always felt bad and so, I’d scramble to get them out of the web before the spider struck. But sometimes,” her hand is so warm, like freshly baked cookies, that I have to lift it up to my nose and smell her skin. She watches me do it. “Sometimes, I was too late or I would just…freeze. I’d have to watch the spider win.”

She shakes her head. I watch the way the past that haunts her vanishes and her eyes get warm again, her lips lifting into another smile. “I don’t know why I did that.”

I don’t know why she told me that, but that night while I was pretending to sleep, her story replayed for me over and over. I pictured a little Granger, sweet and curious, rifling through the garden, searching out her next victim. I pictured her placing a little moth onto the web. And I watch her decide the poor insects fate.

When the spider beats her to the thing, I picture her crying.

Or maybe she smiles.

I don’t know, but something about the story moves me in a way that doesn’t feel real. I’m trying and trying to wrap my head around the moral of her story, the little bits and pieces she withheld, either because she’s ashamed or because she can’t remember. But I wonder. Maybe she sees a connection between me, her and the spider.

Regardless, for some reason, I feel moved. And as the sun starts to break over the horizon, stirring from its slumber, I can’t help noticing that, for the first time since I died, it feels like a new day.

When Theo greets me in the morning, sipping his cup of coffee, his brown hair still disheveled from sleep, I tell him that I want to go outside.

He lowers the mug from his lips and lifts a brow. “What do you want to do out there?”

I want to see if I have the power to save the moth before the spider catches it. But I don’t tell Theo that. Instead, I tell him that "I am tired of being cooped up. I miss the sun, the trees. It’s fall, you know. Just like you."

Theo’s lips lift in a smile that tells me he thinks he can't help but adore me. Still, he agrees and throws a coat over his pajamas and together, we go for a walk.

Last night, it rained. The street is reflecting the gray sky and the trees and their bright yellow leaves. Many of the leaves have fallen off of the branches and they’re all soft and wet. There’s clumps of them pushed to the edges of the sidewalk.

They’re all dead but somehow, they remain vibrant, even sodden and trampled.

“If you didn’t know me,” I start. “And you passed me on the street, would you know I was dead?”

Theo glances over as we keep walking down the wet concrete. “But, you’re not dead.”

“Aren’t I?”

“What dead things do you know have a heart that beats?”

I point to a tree as we pass under it. “Those leaves aren’t dead. Not yet. And they don’t have a heart.”

“The tree is keeping them alive.”

“Does the tree have a heart?”

He purses his lips and stares ahead. There’s a slight mist that has settled over us and the little drops of water cling to the strands of his hair.

“If the tree continues to receive nutrients and sun, then it will keep living.”

“What if I stop drinking blood?” I could fast.

“You’ll likely go insane. But, I don’t think you will die.”

“But you don’t know for certain.”

The cars passing by and our shoes squelching against the wet sidewalk are the only sounds as he considers my question. Finally he sighs and shakes his head. “No, I don’t know for certain.”

We reach the corner. There’s a bakery there, and it’s so bright against all of the gray outside. It reminds me of Granger.

Theo goes inside and buys a dozen macarons and when the cashier puts them in a box, he asks her to tie a pink ribbon around it, like a gift.

“Why did you wrap your pastries?” I ask as we walk back to his townhouse.

“They’re not for me.”

“Potter.” I guess and Theo’s nose crinkles and he says, like a curse,

“Potter.”

And all I can think is,

Granger.

I don’t know if it’s because it feels like a new day or if it’s because of the walk I took with Theo but I’ve decided to let go. That night, just as the sea begins to gobble up the sun, I sneak out of the house through my window on the third floor.

This high up, it’s like watching a television show but on a bigger screen. 

It’s still raining and there are people with umbrellas walking by. Across the street, a couple is arguing. The girl is crying and shaking her head and her boyfriend is reaching out for her, his eyes begging her to forgive him.

But I don’t like dramas.

I scan the street for something amusing. But, all I can see is the sad, tired looks on people coming home from a long day. I see moms who can’t pay the bills or the dads who spend time with their television instead of their kids.

I scale up the side of the building until I’m on the rooftop. It’s slippery because of the rain.

I lift my face up to the sky, soak up the rain and I inhale.

The last time Granger left after visiting, I sat on the roof and watched her walk away. I managed to hold onto her scent as she walked further and further away. I head East, which is the direction she took when she left.

I leap from building to building, and I don’t stop until I catch it.

It’s both dampened and magnified by the rain. Her scent grows stronger and stronger as I veer south. I’m tracking her down by her scent alone. It feels easy, natural. It’s part of my magic. 

Her building is taller than Theo’s but that’s because it has several smaller units built into it.

Granger is somewhere on the fourth floor. Thankfully, each unit has a balcony. So I use them, moving from one and then the other and then the other until I spot her. Between me and her, is a sliding glass door. Between that and her is a small square dining table.

She’s leaning against her kitchen counter and in front of her is a bowl of noodles and an open book. Her hair is piled on top of her head and several pieces are loose and hanging forward as she reads. She’s dressed in a pair of terry cloth shorts the color of bone and a thin shirt that is almost brown and almost gold. It’s short sleeved. I only ever see her in long sleeve shirts.

Her legs and her arms and her neck are bare.

It’s at this moment that I realize I require oxygen to some degree. Because I take a deep breath and slowly blow it out before I lift my hand and knock onto the glass door.

Granger jumps away from her book and her food to spin and finds me standing on her balcony, in the rain.

Her eyes flare wide in shock, but only for a moment. Because, then she’s hurrying over and unlocking the door and when the flimsy piece of glass is out of the way, we stare at each other. I’m staring at her through the rain as it falls on me, between us.

I think if I was stupid enough not to find her beautiful when I was alive, then maybe I deserved to die.

But I ask her, “Am I the spider, the bug or am I you?”

Her head shakes, just a little and she runs her tongue over their lips. “Draco,” she says. “You’re all of them. We all are.”

I accept her answer by stepping into her and taking her face in my wet hands and I crash my mouth into hers.

[vougenott]

MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

- Theodore Nott

Back to you

- Matteo Riddle

*coming soon!

- Tom Riddle

*coming soon*

- Draco Malfoy

*coming soon*

Sturniolo Triplets

- Christopher Sturniolo

*coming soon*

- Matthew Sturniolo

*coming soon*

StarWars

- Anakin Skywalker

*coming soon*

Celebrities

- Hayden Christensen

*coming soon*

- Lorenzo Zurzolo

*coming soon*

[goldrushrenegade]

little taste of heaven, chapter 10: the prophecy

Hermione is embarrassed about her behaviour the day previous in the Love Room, Draco still wants to try be friends, Theo is on his own planet and pissing everyone off

As the trio is in the Hall of Prophecy for this chapter I came up with a series of prophecies which I then became way too invested in. The first slides are meant to represent the slips of paper Hermione finds the prophecies written on and then we shift to her notebook breaking down what they mean. My head canon for her is that her handwriting is neat but tiny after years of trying to fit as many words as possible on the parchment inch limit her professors would have assigned her.

[theosbae]

theo loves when u scratch his back

theo’s always been quiet in bed, low groans, shaky exhales, the occasional curse murmured against your skin. but when your nails drag down his back? that’s when you get a reaction.

his jaw clenches, a sharp hiss slipping through his teeth as he thrusts deeper, harder. “fuck—do that again.”

you do, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint red trails along his skin, and his head drops to your shoulder, breath hot against your neck.

“merlin—” his voice is rough, wrecked, and you feel the way his muscles tense beneath your touch, like he’s barely holding on. “you tryna kill me, sweetheart?”

you smile, pressing your lips to his temple. “you like it.”

he doesn’t deny it. just groans, shoving his face into the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, desperate, chasing that high.

and when he finally comes, his back is covered in thin, angry lines, evidence of just how good you made him feel. evidence he’ll still feel tomorrow. evidence he’ll want again and again.

[birdiewritessometimes]

Do you prefer a short summary before you read a fic?

Hi! I was wondering if you prefer a short summary of a fic at the top of the post or if you prefer just themes/warnings? Themes and warings are always added ofc!

Please let me know!

[starzioo]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓.

This is a Theo fic where you are a VS SUPERMODEL. During one of your shows you see a very handsome man. I think we can guess who said man is.

5.1k words.

WARNINGS: NONE

It was 2006 and you were in the heat of the Victoria's Secret angel show era. You were a high grade model. you had been modeling with Victoria's Secret for 3 years now and you had already made a big impact on the fashion industry. While doing business with VS you had also done shows with GUESS and Tommy Hilfiger. You also did catalogue with JUICY and many other hot brands. This was the start of your career and you made it big. Your face was all over the world along with Adriana Lima, Heidi Klum, Gisele, and even Tyra Banks. You were the it girl.

You sit legs crossed in your silk baby pink VS robe. Sitting in the stylists chair you had 3 different stylists were getting you ready. Two were curling your hair into the iconic VS blowout, while the other worked on your eyeshadow making sure the gold shimmer was nothing short of perfect. Backstage was always hectic, dozens of stylists and crew running around making sure the girls were on track and most importantly on time. It was hard to not get nervous during these times but you always knew how to keep your cool. While you weren't opening the show you were going to be the 3rd girl that walked out. 3rd? And not only that Justin Timberlake was going to be preforming for the show. I mean come on Justin Timberlake? Everything had to be perfect.

You had been shown the lingerie you were going to be wearing tonight, you had 4 pieces total. And every single one was tailored perfect to your body. Although you had worn the pieces during the rehearsals, tonight was the night. You could hear the crowd of people bustling outside, even over the noise of all the girls laughing and conversing while getting ready. You take a deep breath. "Is Y/n set to go? She has 10 minutes." A crew member asked the stylist working on your hair. "Uhh, she needs to go to outfits still. We'll get her there asap!" She says hairspraying your hair into oblivion. "Okay -she scans the clip board in her hands- make sure she gets there Gisele and Heidi are already changed and on there marks." She sighs and rushes away to the other girls. This is the moment when you can feel your heartbeat all throughout your body. This happens every show it's the adrenaline rush. The knowing that there's hundreds of people out in the crowd. The knowing that this show is broadcasted to millions of people global. "Okayyy, open your eyes! What'd ya thinkkk?" The makeup artist says finally pulling the soft brush away from your eyelid. You open your eyes. There was a soft brown shadow on the outer part of the crease that blended into a light gold shimmer that added as highlight to your inner corner. She did a natural eyeliner with small falsies. It made your eyes pop. The base of your makeup was natural but yet gave a glow to your face. Your hair was perfect aswell the curls accentuated and framed your face in every right way. Everything was absolutely beautiful. "Ahhh! Thank you! It's perfect as always, I need to rush to costumes now!" You say giving your makeup artist and hairstylist a quick hug. "Thank you byee!" You said quickly as you ran off to go find your outfit coordinator.

"I'm here!!" You say frantically as you run behind the curtains to the dressing rooms. "Finally, I swear we were about to send S.W.A.T for you! -She takes your hand and takes you to a dressing room that has

'Y/N Y/L/N' printed on a gold name plate on the door.- Ok, here's your opening outfit. -She hands you your first piece of lingerie- Holler if you need help with the bra!" She says as she walks out of the small room. "I have your wings out here when you're done!" She yells from outside. "Okay!" Although it was never your fault, things always seemed to go this way with every show. You were always running late. Whether it was a wardrobe malfunction or a burn with the curling iron, it was always something.

THEO:

It had been an on going tradition with the boys and Pansy to go see the VS fashion shows. I mean who didn't wanna see dozens of goddesses walking up and down a runway in lingerie? Me, Draco, Blaise, and Pansy are all walking through the VIP access to get to our seats. Every year without fail we had front row seats to the shows. Front row usually consisted of celebrities and important people from the fashion industry but when you have as much money as we do, we fit right in. Tonight me and the group were wearing all black Ralph Lauren, except for Pansy she was wearing Versace from the dress to the shoe. She opted for the Medusa '95 Midi Dress with the matching pumps, she wore her short chic hair tucked behind her ears. She looked absolutely stunning. If she didn't swing the other way I would've probably tried snagging her up myself. I wore an obsidian black tuxedo jacket with the matching tux pants, underneath I wore a black turtle neck long sleeve. My shoes were black aswell shined to absolute perfection. Blaise and Draco wore almost the same but a different variation of the shirts and pants. When we went anywhere publicized or not we came in outfits that were made to impress. Although our choices weren't as flashy or branded as others our style choices showed our money. Only if you paid attention to fashion would you know that this simple cashmere turtle neck costed $1,000. Or that Pansy's dress and heels total were $3,000. Or even Draco's rings that costed more than an apartment in Manhattan. Our style choices tonight were nothing short of perfection.

We finally take our seats we are sat close to the end of the runway. It had the best view from our experience. And you also got to see the girls more up close. You could see every laced detail and every diamond on their stunning lingerie pieces. Although we had all originally started coming as a joke we started taking these shows as a chance to get publicity. About 2 years ago Pansy had made friends with one of the models at an after party and the next day they were seen on Hollywood boulevard shopping and they ended up getting hit with paparazzi. Pansy and Karolina were on the cover of Teen-Vogue, STAR US, and were posted all over countless TMZ gossip blogs. That's when we realized how much publicity we could get just from being here. That's also when we decided to buy VIP tickets to the shows. The paparazzi tended to pay much more attention to the VIP entrances hoping to get shots of celebrities entering in and out of the venue. I mean if you acted important the paparazzi seemed to think that you were important. We had gotten pictures of us taken and posted on page 6. of STAR US captioned, 'Seen at the Victoria's Secret Angel Show last night these mystery guests have appeared yet again! Wearing only luxury designers, who could these people be? Their outfits all together cost more than my mortgage! Girls across America have been on the hunt to find these handsome boys. Mysterious and totally gorgeous? Count me in on the search!' The amount of publicity was insane and even now seated from row we have the paparazzi taken pictures of us every now and then. As we all converse with eachother about the show the lights in the venue begin to dim, the crowd goes silent.

Y/N:

You stood in line on your mark behind Gisele and another angel. Your nerves were crazy. Stylist swarmed the line of girls getting every last flyaway slicked, making sure every heel was clasped, fluffing all wings. You nervously shook your hands taking a breath.

"10, -The backstage manager yelled- 9," "Ok girls! Keep on beat! AND KEEP THE CROWD ENTERTAINED!" Not only were you girls there to model you were there as an advertisement. A campaign. You were entertainers. Performers. Keeping the crowd focused on you and nothing else was your main goal during shows. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" You could hear the audience cheering for Justin Timberlake as he arose from a platform that was hidden underneath the runway. The beat to 'Sexyback' could be heard all throughout the venue. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Gisele." The manager said giving Gisele her cue to walk. As she opened the show the crowd roared and you could hear the cameras shuttering. "Ok, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Alessandra." She walked out more and more cameras shuttering. It was your turn. This is the moment where all your jitters wash away. Nervous backstage, confident bombshell on stage. You placed your hands on your hips and get ready to walk. "5, 4, 3, -during these moments time always seemed to slow. Everything around you was in slow motion as you prepared for the moment when you would be in the gaze of hundreds of people.- 2, 1. Y/n."

Not missing one beat your body moved in sync with Justin's music. As you appeared on the runway, it felt as if a flash bomb had went off. The hundreds of cameras flash flashed before you. You looked absolutely perfect. Your opening lingerie was stunning. The bra itself was a white gold fabric with 24k diamonds that were delicately placed to make a lacy like pattern. Your panties were low waisted, barely leaving anything for the imagination, the fabric had small diamonds around the waist and elegant lacy white gold patterns. Your wings made you look like a literal angel. The feathers were white and fluffy they faded into gold at the tips. Your heels were stiletto embroidered with more bling that you can ever imagine. You looked stunning. You walked as if you owned the runway, like you owned the venue. The crowd loved you. Justin faced you giving you playful eyes. You reached out your hand, playfully wiggling your finger motioning him to come you to you. He obliged. He walked towards you as you continued your catwalk to him. Once you came close enough you ghosted your hand across his chest and continued walking. As he sang he checked you out as he did every model. As you approached the end of the runway you met eyes with a man. He was quite handsome in your opinion, -I mean absolutely gorgeous, he was eye candy to you- and that was saying a lot. I mean you're a Victoria's Secret supermodel. His eyes were icy and grey. Even with all the flashes of the cameras his eyes stayed almost dead? But not in a bad way, a totally invitingly sexy way. He sat forward as you approached the end of the stage. A small flirty smirk played on his lips. You didn't know why but you felt, -almost drawn?- to him. As you got closer the cameras flashed more than ever. "Y/n! Over here!" "Y/n!" "Y/n!!!" The photographers and crowd shouted your name. Even with all the people calling for your attention you couldn't look away from his eyes. There was just something about them. As you reached the end of the runway you finally ripped your eyes away from his and looked into the mob of flashes. A flirty smile on your lips as you posed for the cameras. You rested one of your hands on your hip and the other raised to your mouth. You sexily bit down on your pointer finger as you basically made love to the sea cameras with your eyes. After your designated 10 seconds on the head of the stage it was time to strut back to backstage. A playful smile replaced the flirty as you looked away from the cameras, you turned to walk back. You glanced back at the mystery man and kept walking flirting with Justin as you walked.

The next segment you were walking was segment 3: Come fly with me. Once again your piece was absolutely perfect for you. Your top was a simple baby pink bra with bold white detailing. Your skirt was a matching low waisted super mini skirt that showed the white underwear you wore underneath the skirt. You wore a small matching jacket, the sleeves went to your elbows. You had a cute flight attendant hat to go with. You carried with you a cute little baby pink pamphlet with a pink airplane on the front. It gave Hue Hefners flight attendant in all the right ways. As the 2nd segment was happening you were actually ahead of time. You actually had time to talk for the BTS clips and take pictures with the other models. You were talking with Miranda when the manager yelled. "Y/N! On your mark!!!" She yelled as she rushed you into the line of models. "Sorry!" You said worried as you rushed to your place behind Adriana.

The segment was already about to start. There was only about a minute intermission between the segments and that minute if even one model was late could ruin the entire show. You really needed to start paying attention to your marks. "OKAY GIRLS! KEEP. THEM. ENTERTAINED. DO SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING WE WANT THE COVER! NOT PAGE 3!!!" The managers always yelled backstage it was nothing new. Although to anyone else it would sound mean. But that's their job. It's their responsibility to make sure that the show goes smooth without any hiccups or problems. It was also their job to make sure to instruct the girls on what to fix and improve. "Okay Adrianna. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." The manager said as she strutted out from backstage. Once again you found yourself in the trance like state. The tv that was backstage showed what the cameras were broadcasting as Adriana approaches the head of the runway you hear the long awaited count down. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Y/n." All worries wash away and once again you're that girl. You cat walked that damn stage like never before. Your glittering legs moved to the beat and your hips swayed with the rhythm. The cameras bombed you per usual. You knew you were gonna be on a cover or atleast a headline. You always were. You were just that girl. The crowd always loved you, they lived for you. You approached the end of the runway. Even in the middle of hundreds of eyes you could feel one stare particularly. His eyes were paralyzing. You fluttering your eyelashes at him as you continue walking up. You looked him up and down flirtatiously and he did the same. You acted on impulse -not on thought- When you got to the end of the runway you fanned yourself with the pamphlet, then tossed the pamphlet into the man's lap, and shot him a flirty wink then strutted away. Hundreds more cameras flashed it seemed like they were faster than the speed of light. We were definitely getting front cover. I mean the manager said to keep the people entertained?

THEO:

"Bro, what the fuck!" Blaise laughed as the angel walked away. "Theo, I told you! I swear she was looking at you like you were candyyy!" Pansy giggled. I just stared in awe at the pink pamphlet that laid in my lap. "Dude...she's into you!" Draco said basically geeking. "What the fuck." I said picking up the pamphlet as cameras flashed at me.

Y/N:

"Y/n?! What the hell was that?" One of the backstage managers said as she came out of nowhere. "Uhhh" You stared blankly at the woman. "Y/n, you're an angel! -she kisses you on the cheek- We just got 400 thousand more viewers on the live broadcast when you did that! God! Muah! Muah! -she continued giving you forehead kisses- Oh my god! -she smacks her forehead- We need to get you to wardrobes!" She shrieked as she pulled you by your hand through the crowd of models. Some of the girls whistling at you. You both finally made it to the dressing rooms. Although you weren't walking segment 4 or 5 you were opening and closing for the 6th segment: Winter Wonderland of Glacial Goddess. So ohh did you need all the time you could gather to get ready.

This time they re did your eyeshadow to an icy shimmer look. It truly did make your eyes pop. You were in all white and silver. The bra was absolutely stunning. Nearly blinding with the amount of diamonds. The designer had told you the lingerie costed more than the venue itself. And that was saying a lot. This is L.A. and this venue. It was absolutely nothing short of breath taking. You were opening this segment in the 6million dollar bra. All eyes would be on you I mean how couldn't they be the bra was basically built out of diamonds. The main focus of this piece was this bra. "Okay Y/n! Good luck! Maybe flirt with your mystery man again... -ooo's erupt from the girls- but good luck not that you need it! WE HAVE ONE MINUTE LADIES!" The manager yelled as she walked around instructing the staff on what to fix on the models. Your nerves got the best of you, you were shaking your hands and popping your knuckles. After what felt like hours you finally heard the count down. "Ok Y/n, show the world the physical embodiment of winter goddess! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Go." As you hear the beat of the music you get into the rhythm.

Your hips were swaying smoothly with ease. Gasps and whistles erupted from the crowd as you walked slowly and sensually. Your wings flowing behind you. Being the opener of the segment you got to walk down the center of the runway. All eyes were on you. The cameras were flashing at such a rate you thought the photographers would've ran out of storage by now. The diamonds blinging with every shot taken. When you got to the middle mark of the runway you did a small but quick spin. Once you neared the end of the runway you felt the fans blowing on you and the artificial snow falling from the ceiling made the whole scene perfect. Your eyes fluttered at the cameras and your lips parted slightly. Your hands rested lightly on your hips. After your designated time was up and the next model started walking down the runway you glance down to the man you have been flirting with all night. You looked from his eyes and then back down to his lap where the baby pink pamphlet laid then back up to his eyes. You blew him a kiss, then giggled when you seen his friend practically leap across a girl and a blonde man to catch it. The way he looked at you wasn't like how any other man looked at you it was with that same thirsty look you'd seen on every man at the shows it was more like admiration. He looked at you like you were a literal goddess on Earth. Hundreds of cameras caught the moment. You were living for this. I mean obviously all these stunts were getting you publicity, but there was just something about this man that drew you to him. It made you want to continue this flirty behavior towards him. You couldn't put your finger on exactly what it was. His alluring eyes? His perfectly tailored suit that showed his physique? Or perhaps the way he rolled a single gold ring between his fingers? You didn't know this man was truly a mystery.

You went backstage once more and covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as a group of stage directors and managers swarmed you. "The viewers are living for this!" "Your name is all over Facebook and MySpace!" "You gotta keep this going!" "Did you plan this?" "This is definitely making front cover!" You laugh in embarrassment of the very public flirting situation you have going on with some random you've never met before. "Oh my god! What do I do next? I mean there's not much I can do. It's not like I can pull him up on stage or anything? I don't even know the guy!" You say as they all rush you back to the dressing rooms. "Yes! Yes! Do exactly that!" "Do what? No. I won't that's- that's just embarrassing. Not only for me but for him! Like I said before I don't even know the guy!" You explained as the group of stylists quickly changed you into your next lingerie set.

Again there you stood on your mark in line watching as the line of ansy girls get shorter and shorter. You were gonna be closing the same segment you opened. And ohhh were you nervous. I mean who wouldn't be? You stand there nervously shaking your hands trying calm yourself down. Taking deep breaths as you watch the cue get shorter and shorter. "Okay Y/n, you ready?" One of the backstage managers asks lightly resting a hand on your back. "Yeah..Yeah I'm ready." You lightly smile. As you approach the hidden door way where you're supposed to enter the stage. Even from backstage you can hear the photographer's cameras flashing, and the people clapping and whistling. You snap out of your thoughts and look up. There's only one girl in front of you in line. You take quite possibly the longest breath you've ever taken before you hear those same repetitive words you've been hearing all night. "Okay Y/n, you ready?" You only nod in response. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go." As soon as you heard the word you had to force yourself to walk. You could not let your nerves get the best of you right now.

    You walked onto the stage looking as ethereal as humanly possible. The bra had dozens of dainty diamond embedded silver chains that traveled down your body to the panties. The thong had the same diamond chains dangling from it that connected with your sheer sparkling thigh highs. The diamonds that were connected with the one that laid against your torso also traveled up and around your neck creating a diamond choker illusion. Your stilettos were covered in the same stunning diamonds. You were dripping head to toe in bling. And let's not get started on your wings. The wings were extravagant. There was feathers that blended into a sheer flowing fabric at the ends that blew and bounced in the wind when you walked. You had a head piece aswell it blended into your hair making it look like you had diamonds and snow in your hair. Your earrings were diamonds that were engraved to simulate snowflakes. You were an actual winter goddess.

     As you appeared on stage the crowd went absolutely crazy. You walked per usual but this time walking directly down the middle of the stage, hips gliding with the music. Your wings flowing and bouncing with every step you took. Looking from left to right engaging with the crowd. As you walked closer and closer to the end of the stage once again you locked eyes with him. You gave him a wink before posing for the cameras. Since you were closing you had an extended amount of time to pose for the cameras. It was like a flash bomb had went off. Every. Single. Photographer. in the building was taking hundreds of pictures of you. You stood there hands on your hips letting the artificial snow and wind do its job.

After your designated time you made a rash decision. Instead of turning around and walking back to backstage. You stepped down the stairs that were at the end of the stage and approached the mystery man. His eyes no longer appeared sleepy or dead, but now utterly surprised. Once you got close enough you extended your hand to him, and he happily obliged. His cold hand took yours and you guided him back up onto the stage. His friends whistling at you two. The cameras bombed you two. Once you got back on stage he gave you a little twirl. Your fingers were loosely grasping his as you guided him to backstage. You walked in front of him looking back at him every few seconds.

You both finally made it backstage and immediately you two were surrounded by managers and stylists, models gawking at you two. The models were laughing and smiling at the sight. "Ahh! Y/n you did it!" Your managers said wrapping an arm around you. Some of the backstage cameras recording and taking photos of the both of you. "And what's your name?" The manager turned and asked the man. He looked completely dazed and confused, while also smiling. "Uhm, Theo. Theodore Nott." He said shaking the managers hand. "Well I have business to attend to. You can stay backstage until we're done! Uhhh! Stacy get him a backstage pass!" The manager shouted for her assistant. Stacy comes up to him and wraps a lanyard around his neck. You turn to him to find him already looking at you. "So uhm, sorry about all that. I was just- My manager told me to." You looked down to find that you were both still holding hands. You quickly let go when you realized. "Yeah, no worries. I was just confused...but I really don't mind." His voice was as smooth as velvet.

As you looked up at him you took the opportunity to take in all of his features. He truly was as handsome as you thought. You both kinda just stood there looking at each other. "So...would you want to go to dinner with me?" He asks breaking the silence between you two. Even backstage where there's girls running around trying to get changing out of their pieces and managers trying to make sure everyone was doing their jobs, you felt as if the room was silent. "Yeah, that would be nice." You said softly as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His expression once questioning now soft. A small smile laced his lips. "I'm gonna go get changed, uhm, there's drinks and a snack table over there if you want anything. Oh, and if you want you could bring your friends back stage with you." You said giving him a small smile. "Yeah, okay, take your time. There's no rush." He said giving you one last smile before you turned to go back to the dressing room.

You made your way to the dressing room and when you got there you were swarmed with girls squealing and asking you questions. "Okay, okay. So, he asked me to dinner." "And what'd you say?!" "Well obviously I said yes!" All the girls were jumping and hugging you. "Well hurry up and get changed already you can't keep him waiting!!!" They ushered you into your dressing room and you hurriedly got changed back into your clothes you had came to the venue in. Due to the fact that before the show you had an interview for the BTS footage your outfit was simple. It was a black strapless dress from Versace that ended at a little below your knees. Your shoes were black Gianni Ribbon Pumps from Versace as well. Your hair was still in its classic VS blowout. You carried a small black shoulder purse. You stepped back out of your dressing room. "Do I look okay?" You said with a worried expression. "Yes? Is that even a question Y/n?" One model said smiling at you. You began walking out of the dressing room before quickly turning around, "Wait i'm nervous!" "Y/n you'll be finee! I'll walk you out of the dressing room, c'monnn let's go!" She said hooking your arm with hers. She walked you maybe 15feet out of the room and then he was in your line of sight. He and his friends stood all together right where you left him. The girl was chatting with Karolina and a stylist. "Now go...see he's waiting for you~" She cooed in your ear. You gave her a 'really.' look. "Okay —you take a breath— wish me luck!" You say before turning to walk over to him.

You immediately catch all of his attention. He looks almost awestruck? "Hey, i'm ready to go." You say softly smiling up at him. Your gaze then wanders to his friends who are watching and giggling at you two. "Don't worry about them, I already called the car service for them. As for us we'll be going to Providence. It's a very nice restaurant, I think you'll like it." He says with a charming smile. You've never been there but from what you've heard about the place the restaurant sounded luxury. "Yeah that's fine with me, whenever you're ready to go I am." Right when you say that your manager comes rushing to you. "Y/n! Y/n!" She says nearly out of breath as ran up to you. "Oh, Y/n~" She says as she sees you standing next to Theo. You roll your eyes playfully. "I just got you an interview with the director of GUCCI! He wants to speak with you now though so let's go!" She says trying to yank you. "Ericka! Wait!" You slightly yell trying to get out of her grasp. She lets go turning around to you with a worried face. You turn back around to Theo. "I'm sorry, I don't think-" He cuts you off, "Don't worry about it bella, we'll schedule dinner for another time. Now go. Don't let me stop you, okay." He says charming as ever as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You blush slightly and give him a small smile. "Okay, thank you for understanding. Oh! Uhm, Ericka do you have a pen?" "Yeah, yeah, here." She says as she frantically looks for a pen and gives one to you. You take his hand and write.

415-***-**** Call me. XoXo.

You fold his hand then lean up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He just stands there slightly blushing. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" You ask as you turn to walk away with Ericka. "Yeah." He says as he slightly licks his lips.

[darkmarkmarauder]

too much ecstasy - T.R.

!warnings! mature content, drug use, adult themes

pairing: tom riddle x you

summary: Hogsmeade’s notorious burlesque club, The Velvet Serpent, thrums with sin and seduction. A night out with friends, a haze of pills and drinks—the club’s atmosphere becomes intoxicating and so does the tension between you and Tom. 

tonight, it’s not just about what you see, but who’s watching

The Velvet Serpent was more than just a burlesque club—it was the underground heartbeat of wizarding depravity, a place where the drinks were strong, the smoke was thick, and sin dripped from the velvet-draped walls like honey. Slytherins ran the place in every way that mattered, and tonight was no different.

You sat in a dimly lit booth, the air laced with the scent of cigars, perfume, and something sweeter—the afterglow of the little pills you'd all swallowed earlier. X. Molly. Whatever you wanted to call it, the high was pure bliss, rolling through your veins, making every touch, every sound, every glance electric.

Avery Lestrange had his arm draped over a waitress’s waist, whispering something against her ear that made her giggle. Mulciber cutting up the rest of the coke he had into an array of thin white lines on the table, his movements meticulous despite the haze of intoxication settling over them all. Theo had returned, a lazy grin on his face as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes bloodshot red as he offered the joint to Tom.

Tom didn’t even glance at the joint, his focus entirely elsewhere. His fingers tapped an idle rhythm against his thigh, his demeanor composed yet coiled tight, like a predator biding its time.

“You know he doesn’t indulge, Theo,” Avery drawled, smirking as he pulled the waitress onto his lap, her giggle drowned out by the pulsing bass of the club.

Theo just shrugged, taking another slow drag before turning his attention back to the stage.

You felt the pulse of the molly in your veins, emboldening you, making the club lights glow a little brighter, the music sink a little deeper into your skin.

You were so high.

The burlesque stage is cleared, the last dancer stepping off with a teasing wink to the crowd. A new group of girls is ushered up, but the MC’s voice cuts through the music, playful and coaxing.

“Well, well, we’ve got a wild crowd tonight. Who’s got the guts to get up here?”

Laughter ripples through the room. The idea is absurd—getting up there, stripping under the heat of the lights, letting strangers devour you with their eyes.

You scoff, tipping your drink back before smirking. “I should go up there.”

Tom lets out a low chuckle, tilting his head toward you. “You?” His tone is rich with amusement, like he’s indulging the thought for his own entertainment. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You arch a brow at him. “You really think I won’t?”

Tom’s lips curve into something smug, something knowing. “Oh, I know you won’t.”

And that does it.

Because he thinks he knows you. Thinks he has you figured out, like you’re some predictable little thing that exists just within the boundaries he’s drawn for you.

But that molly is hitting now. Hard.

The club lights are nothing but a blur of red and gold as you stand, your pulse thudding in time with the bass. Your confidence is liquid fire in your veins. You feel untouchable.

And the moment you start walking toward the stage, the laughter at the table dies down.

Avery and Mulciber hoot, nudging each other, not believing their eyes. Theo lighting another joint, a lazy grin curling his lips.

But Tom—Tom isn’t laughing anymore.

His gaze sharpens, cutting through the dim haze of the club. You don’t have to look at him to feel the shift, the heat in his stare.

You step onto the stage, fingers skimming the cool metal of the pole, the heat of the lights washing over you. The music changes, something slow and dark, dripping with sin.

And then—you move.

Deliberate. Controlled.

A slow roll of your hips, a teasing tilt of your head, fingers trailing along the curve of your neck as you sink into the music.

Tom is staring.

His jaw tight, fingers curled against his glass, tension coiled in every inch of him.

The silk of your dress pools at your feet, slipping off your shoulders like a whisper, leaving you in the lace bodice beneath. Gasps and whistles ripple through the crowd, but you don’t hear them.

Because you’re looking at him.

His expression doesn’t shift, not in the way you expect it to. No clenched fists, no furrowed brows, no sharp exhale of frustration.

No, Tom Riddle doesn’t react like a man caught off guard.

He reacts like a man who’s watching. Calculating. Deciding.

The moment your eyes lock, the air between you tightens, humming with something dark—something that makes your skin prickle with awareness, makes your breath catch in your throat.

And then, the corner of his mouth twitches. Just barely. Just enough to make your stomach drop.

Your friends are still laughing, still cheering you on, but their voices are distant, mere echoes lost beneath the slow, deliberate way Tom sets down his glass.

He tilts his head, eyes dragging over you with a weight that makes your knees feel unsteady. It’s not lust, not exactly. It’s something sharper. Darker.

Approval.

As if he knew you had it in you. As if he’s been waiting for you to show him.

And fuck, the way he’s looking at you now—like you’ve finally done something worthy of his attention—makes the heat pooling in your stomach burn just a little hotter.

Still, he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t call you over.

Doesn’t have to.

Because now, it’s your move.

The moment your feet hit the floor, you step off the stage, chin high, gaze steady. A challenge in the way you move, in the way you weave through the crowd without sparing anyone else a glance.

Your friends are still talking—laughing, throwing arms around your shoulders, singing your praises—but none of it matters.

You don’t stop until you reach him, until the space between you is too close and not close enough, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs, that unnerving stillness of his presence wrapping around you.

His gaze flicks down—just once, just a slow drag over your body before meeting your eyes again.

“Enjoy yourself?” His voice is smooth, quiet.

A shiver rolls through you.

But you smile. A little breathless, a little too bold. “I think you did.”

Something flickers in his eyes, dark amusement curling at the edges.

He leans forward, just slightly, enough that his breath ghosts against your cheek, enough that no one else notices the way his fingers press, just slightly, against your thigh—deliberate, calculated.

His voice drops, quiet enough that only you can hear—just for you.

"You do love an audience," he murmurs, voice a dark thread of amusement curling around your spine.

Your breath catches, but you refuse to let him see it. Instead, you tilt your chin, let your smile play at the edges of your lips. "And you love to watch."

He leans back, as though nothing happened at all, lifting his drink to his lips, gaze sliding to Theo as the conversation shifts.

In the weight of his silence, in the way his eyes flick back to you—brief, knowing—before he takes another sip of his drink.

A private acknowledgment.

A silent well done.

Your lips curl as you trace the rim of your glass with one fingertip, letting the moment stretch between you, secret and thrilling.

Because Riddle may think he’s the only one who plays this game.

But tonight, you made the first move.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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[skeletonoli]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Theodore Nott & Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott & Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass & Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott & Original Character(s), Narcissa Black Malfoy & Original Character(s), Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Characters: Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Original Characters, Original Non-Binary Character, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter), Original Nott Family Characters (Harry Potter), Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Dolores Umbridge, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini's Mother, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Angst, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, POV Theodore Nott, Viking Nott family, because that man is not Italian, Irish Theodore Nott's mother, because i'm half irish so i get to decide when my favourite characters are, non binary character, Trans Character, i AM here to spread the queer agenda, Fluff, (or at least moments of), BAMF Narcissa Black Malfoy, more tags to come (probably i don't know where this is going), Slytherin, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Canon Compliant, (for now yet again i don't know where im taking this), no beta we die like dumbledore tripping off the astronomy tower, Title from a Hozier Song, (de selby pt1 aka the goat) Summary:

Theodore Nott had always been a quiet boy. People often wondered what it could be as a result of, his mother’s death, his father’s apparent apathy, the disownment of his older sibling, or perhaps a weird mixture of them all, or perhaps this is how he had always been. However this boy may have come to be this way, he must now face a Fifth year at Hogwarts and all the trials it will bring, but will he emerge from this year the same quiet boy he has always been or will he step away from his father’s overbearing shadow and become his own man.

Or

A (semi-canon compliant) retelling of The Order Of The Phoenix from the perspective of Theodore Nott, focusing on the coming of age of one young Slytherin.

[thesnakeoutsider]

A few years ago I was very very VERY active in Harry Potter fandom. In my web page I even organice stuff for the fandom. Not anymore. We all know why. But I have a big soft spot for a specific fanfic that lives rent free in my head since that afternoon in 2009 where I stump with it.

I spend ten, yes TEN years waiting for the end. In the meantime I did fan art, fics, mood boards, and ended up gaining a friend, the autor Metanfetamina, Myriam become one of my dearest friends and I was allowed to read and know things about the story before hand.

She used a few things of our trauma bonding conversations for one of the characters (not this one) and that’s why my art username is The Snake Outsider, for that specific guy, he represents my past in a lot of ways. And the feeling of being always too much , too little, the outsider.

Now Metanfetamina is no longer writing Mortifago. She finished the fic in 2019, but sometimes when I want certain type of comfort that the romantic comedies and survival novels that she is publishing right now as Myriam M Lejardi , I go back to Theodore Nott and his edgy teenagers years.

I go back to spend time with Blaise and cry with Daphne in their original forms, cuz is well know that they are the bases for a few other characters in her novel “Tres (no) son multitud” . But is not the same.

So this time when I open the file I realice that now I have the ability to make justice to her story. I draw Theo last night. It was frustrating cuz I actually didn’t use any reference and I struggled. But in the end I believe that is not that bad. Probably i will do a bit more of art for the fic that stayed with me so long and the friends I did in the way.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist pt. 5

You can Read the series from the start here.

The Museum

“So, you’re kind of like my cousin.” The young, blue haired wizard said to Draco as they both gazed up at the building across the street.

The corner of Draco’s mouth pulled tight as he jiggled the box of malted chocolate balls he had picked up from the corner store on his way over. He estimated he had about 10 left in the box.

“It would appear so.” He lifted the box to his mouth.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Teddy Lupin asked and Draco merely slid a glance sidelong to the kid before refocusing his gaze on the museum entrance. He was waiting for Granger to arrive next. Theo and Potter arrived first, followed by Seamus. Teddy was set to enter with Draco, so that he was specifically instructed on what to look for. What to swipe.

Teddy continued, “My grandmother told me about the anonymous person who sends her a monthly check. It’s quite generous, of course, but the donor had written to her with the first check that it was meant to be spent on me and my school supplies, clothes...things like that.”

Draco shifted uncomfortably as the young man continued to look at him. “Your hair is blue.” He threw a chocolate ball into his mouth and said around his bite, “You’re going to draw attention.”

From Draco’s peripheral, he briefly caught the shift of bright, cobalt blue morph into an inconspicuous mousy brown.

“So, why didn’t you ever just come and visit me and grams?”

“Grams?” Draco frowned and shook his head just as a disguised Granger emerged, from a crowd of college students. She was dressed in a posh little black dress with the same big round sunglasses but instead of her usual glossy brown waves floating behind her, she had transfigured her hair to a sleek, straight black. While she drew attention from the male students she passed, Draco found he much preferred the brilliant brown that was almost golden in the light of the sun.

“Time to go.” Draco pushed off the wall, tossed the remainder of the chocolates into his mouth before crushing the box and tossing it into the trash bin nearby.

Teddy followed behind, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. While summer had finally approached the city, it had not yet reached the peek of heat, or else Draco was certain the young man would have looked utterly out of place.

Draco pushed the openings of his black coat back as he slid his hands casually into his pants pockets. Having refused to transfigure his hair for casing, he opted to throw a baseball cap over his blond hair and shadow his very distinct grey eyes.

They slipped, seamlessly into a crowd of people entering the museum, as part of a tour.

“Count the guards and find the most vulnerable one.”

Teddy nodded Draco had to admit, he was impressed by the relaxed nature of the young man as he browsed the museum. While Teddy kept tabs on security, Draco spent his time murmuring a spell as the tip of his wand poked from the arm of his coat.

This bit of magic was one he had developed after going to great lengths to find the blueprints of every place he robbed. It gave him the ability to scan the room and later display it in a three dimensional image that could then be burned onto parchment, giving them the most detailed and accurate blueprint to work off of.

Theo and Potter were posing as a couple that enjoyed day trips to the museum and Seamus was looking for the main security room, in order to better access the camera’s footage.

Granger’s job was to work out the kind of wards the museum had in place and how many before figuring out the wards individually placed around the exhibit with The Wand, itself.

Which is where he found her when he finally made it into the room with the Tuniit exhibit.

When they found themselves standing beside one another in front of the ivory Wand, Granger took a break from her murmuring to toss a look at him.

“This is full of advanced wards.”

Draco hummed in ascent. “What are we looking at?”

“Most of it, I can do in under five minutes.”

“But?”

“But there’s this one in particular,” She sighed and crossed her arms, her wand sliding into the arm of her coat. “It’s blood magic.” She hissed as Draco continued to murmur his spell and his wand continued to subtly flick around the room.

Draco’s wand nearly loosened in his grip.

“Are you sure?” He asked through tight lips.

“Yes.” She whispered back, pressing closer as she leaned over the plaque, pretending to read the script. “We need to find out whose blood set this ward.”

Draco smelled tangerine and honey as she pulled away, casting a small gust of air into his nostrils. Temporarily thankful that transfiguration had no power of scents, Draco frowned down at The Wand.

“We can figure it out.” He assured her, though despite the conviction in his voice, his mind raced with who all of the possible wizards might have been involved with the placement of this piece within the museum.

She chanced a glance up into his shadowed eyes and swallowed. “I hope so.” She whispered as she passed him.

Draco angled his body so that he could watch her go. The sway of her hips as she moved at a leisurely pace, the way the coat hugged against her body, tied and buttoned in the front. Draco found himself enthralled in the way she moved, the lingering scent of her hair causing his mouth to water.

He’d decided that he was in the mood for a fruit salad as he moved into the next room, where Teddy Lupin had just left with a simple nod of his head as they passed. Confirmation that his job was done or was indeed going smoothly.

Just as Draco finished the blueprinting of the next and final room of the museum, a soft voice carried over the exhibits and dug into his ears.

It was a voice he knew well. Ducking behind a large totem pole on display in the middle of the museum, Draco peeked around to find Astoria Greengrass was walking through the museum, dressed in feminine, muggle business attire. Her raven hair was pinned into a bun atop, and her pale face was pinched in thought as she discussed something with the museum curator. The curator, Draco had researched, was an gentlemen by the name of Warren Locksley. His salt and pepper hair was wiry and thin, a contrast to the heavy beard around his mouth.

Astoria passed the Totem Pole and Draco quickly sank back against the exhibit as he listened to their murmured talk fade away.

“Who are you hiding from?” Harry Potter startled Draco, causing him to frown deeply at the man before pushing away from the exhibit.

“Who did you see?” Harry’s eyebrow lifted when Draco shook his head and glanced around the museum, careful not to run into any other possible member of the Greengrass family.

It was during this moment, however, that Draco recalled something about The Greengrass’. His frown drifted into a smirk as he tilted his head to take in the Famous Harry Potter.

“What do you know of the Greengrass family, Potter?”

Harry’s hands stuffed themselves into his pockets as he shrugged. “Not much. They made a rather generous donation towards the rebuilding of Hogwarts after the war. I also remember the youngest one sending me a letter once, thanking me for my bravery and...wait a minute.” He stopped and eyed Draco, suddenly recalling some vital information. “Weren’t you engaged to one of them after the war?”

Draco’s smirk fell. “That’s not the point,” He nodded his head towards the exit and started walking.

Harry fell into stop just behind Draco, careful to keep enough distance.

“Astoria Greengrass took over the family image and convinced her family to bridge the gap between Muggles and Wizards. She may be the sole purpose of things evolving the way they have been. But her father found that the bridge between our world and theirs was really quite lucrative.”

“Okay.”

The men stepped into a courtyard and Harry immediately pulled out a mobile phone and began to swipe his thumb over the screen.

“What does that have to do with any of this?” He paused and looked up at Draco, squinting through the glare of the sun. “Wait, is that who you were hiding from? Astoria Greengrass?”

Draco nodded and glanced around the courtyard. “When we were together, she pushed me to get in touch with you over and over.”

Harry chuckled.

“Point is,” Draco narrowed his eyes on a group of people passing by. “I think it’s time you and she arranged a meeting.”

“Okay...”

“I’m thinking you should set up a couple of meetings. We’ll have to get in there fast. And we’ll have to ensure you’ve set one up for, lets say...” Draco eyed a bench that had just been emptied of its occupants. “Four days from now?”

“But that’s the day of —” Harry paused, catching on, as he looked up from his mobile. “Oh.” The device in his hand buzzed and Harry grimaced as he looked down at the screen. “I have to stop by the house. Ginny won’t stop texting me. Meet you back at your place.” Harry slipped the mobile into his pocket as the men parted ways.

Draco settled himself on to the bench, and absorbed the warmth of the sun. He tilted his head back and inhaled slowly as he basked.

“Where’s Potter?” Theo’s voice whispered.

Draco’s eyes adjusted to the light unshielded against his closed lids and found Theo sitting on the opposite end of the bench.

“Had to go see the misses. What do you think?”

Theo scoffed and crossed his ankles as he leaned back to enjoy some of the summer sun on his skin. “Piece of cake. Where’s Granger?”

Draco shrugged, despite the fact that Theo’s eyes were closed as he sunbathed. “I last saw her checking the wards on The Wand.”

“Hmm.” Theo hummed in response. “Didn’t I tell you she was a whizz?”

Draco stared at his best friend. “You did. She’s quite lovely.”

Theo turned his head and peered through his squinting eyes. “Easy there, Draco.”

Trying his best to look affronted, Draco shrugged. “Is she not lovely? What’s the matter with calling her lovely? I’d call you lovely if asked to describe you.”

Theo grunted and closed his eyes.

Frowning, Draco leaned into the bench and closed his eyes. The warmth of the sun tended to lull him into a state of stasis if left out too long. The allure of sleep was quickly hurtling toward him when he caught the scent of sweet citrus.

“Boys,” She crooned and Draco felt her hips brush against his.

He opened his eyes and found Theo smiling down at her.

“Reminds me of Amsterdam,” Theo said and Draco grinned at the sudden rush of blood that filled her cheeks.

“Why do you keep brining up Amsterdam. This is nothing like Amsterdam.” She hissed and adjusted her ass against the bench, apparently nestled in between the two men.

“We’re at a museum, are we not?”

“You can’t keep bringing it up. We agreed to never bring up Amsterdam again and you brought it up twice in one day.”

She was staring at the open brochure, pretending to read the material, when in fact she was hiding the scowl on her face as he hissed at Theo.

Theo grinned broadly behind a hand that rubbed at his jaw.

Draco was chuckling and that was enough for her to direct her ire at him. Her head whipped to look at him, her sleep black strands whipping Theo in the face.

“What are you laughing at? You don’t even know what happened in Amsterdam.” She paused then narrowed her eyes. An act he could just barely make out behind the large, bug-like lenses on her face. “Do you?”

“He doesn’t.” Theo answered for her.

Draco just tilted his head and grinned at Granger, welcoming an explanation.

“Well, why don’t we tell him.” Granger shrugged. “Why not? Let’s tell Malfoy how you ended up in a pair of knickers and—”

A hand came around her shoulder and clamped itself over her mouth. “You’re right.” Theo chuckled nervously. “Let’s not speak on it again. Amsterdam never happened. As a matter of fact, let’s obliviate it from our minds now. And this. Let’s obliviate this entire conversation. That includes you, Draco.”

Draco was openly chuckling but Granger pouted when she removed Theo’s hand from her mouth. “I’d never! How could I obliviate the thing that led us here?” She slid her hand into the inside of Draco’s elbow and Theo rested his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re right, Granger.” Theo patted the rounded curve of the witches shoulder. “Right here is good. I like here.”

She pushed her left hip into Theo and rested her head on Draco’s shoulder. “Me, too.”

Draco shook his head in amusement but couldn’t shake the pulse of energy between his arm and the feel of her little hand holding on. It was the same arm that was left branded at a young age.

She touched him without fear, without an ounce of hesitation. And he realized then that being near Hermione Granger was easy. Befriending her was natural, as she seemed to have accepted him into her life with open arms as well.

“Here is good.” Draco murmured and patted her hand affectionately.

A sudden explosion jolted the three of them out of their moment of peace. It wasn’t the kind of explosion that led with a bang! but the kind that elicited cries of fear and alarm.

Granger pulled away from the wizards at her side and stood.

Theo sat up straight and let out an exasperated sigh.

For what had caused such an alarm, was the sudden eruption of flames at a corner of the courtyard.

And in the corner, Draco realized with a frown, was a camera aimed directly at the spot they sat in.

Seamus approached them with a lifted brow but stood a distance far enough away to disallow anyone to believe they were together. “You’re causing a scene. I had to take proactive measures.”

Draco grinned as Granger sighed obscenely.

Theo lifted an impressed brow at Seamus as they all watched her march away from them and out of the courtyard.

Teddy passed her on his way into the courtyard and grinned broadly at the three men.

Draco took that as a job well done and mentally began to prepare himself for what was surely be the most difficult task of this particular job.

Which was, unfortunately and impossibly, to obtain a bit of blood from Astoria Greengrass.