dni if under 16 and dni on the posts on which i put 18+
no homophobia, racism, transphobia, sexism, or any other shit behaviour
anons are welcome and encouraged
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who i write for:
harry potter: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, harry potter,theodore nott, mattheo riddle, george weasley, fred weasley, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy( although I don't prefer him that much).
just ask!
bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton
stranger things: steve harrington
I can also write for characters in a platonic way from all the above mentioned fandoms!!
don't be afraid to ask anything and I write any au just ask i won't judge<33
I'm not comfortable writing male reader yet since I am a female and write using how I feel, However, I'm working on it and I do write gn!reader
content: you reunite with your ex over the game that once began your love story
a/n: I'm backk<33 does anyone remember me 😭
warnings: smut, smoking 18+ minors dni
you weren't sure of how this had started, all you knew that pansy shouted she wanted to play spin the bottle for nostalgic reasons, and no one denies a drunk pansy.
nostalgic. one way to describe the game, afterall it was this game which had started the fire between you and theo in third year, which ultimately sizzled out two weeks ago.
yet here you were facing your annoyingly good looking ex who's been staring at you since the start of the party unaware of how much you were fighting not to meet his eyes.
you know, one look from him and it will suck you back again and if it wasn't for the universe you might have suceeded in your plan.
the tip of the champagne bottle pointed at you, while the other end so graciously faced him. typical. predictable. when has anything gone according to plan for you?
he rises to his knees and for the first time he holds your gaze, lifts his eyebrows in a silent way of asking you to get up.
you think about your choices leading up to this moment, and wonder if this will be the start of something once again before his touch on your wrist calms the storm in your mind.
the whole group of slytherins staring at you didn't matter when he pulled you into him. his lips grazed your ear, lightly biting before saying or what should be called teasing, "too much nostalgia for you to handle, baby?"
you couldn't answer not when the next second his lips were on yours, a small peck before you two detached and then one gasp from you when he touched your waist under your sweater and he was diving in again.
one hand holding the back of your head for support but mostly to make sure you wouldn't slip away, not again. Blaise was the one who finally broke you two apart, "this game includes one peck, not fully making with your ex in the middle of a party with everyone gawking at you."
Theo flipped him off, muttering something under his breath you didn't care to hear.You needed theodore nott and you needed him now.
It seemed as if he had the same thought as you because he too got up for a smoke break, brushing past you, hand lingering a little longer than appropriate.
No explanation had to be given for your dispersal to your friend group they all already knew where you were headed.
"I want to smoke too" he knew what that meant, you won't ever bring the tip of the cigarette to your mouth, the only way you smoked was through him.
So when his fingertips held your chin up, his eyes finding yours and not leaving them while he blew smoke into your mouth, you didn't push him away.
Instead your hands bunched up his shirt in your fist, pulling him impossibly closer before he kissed you again, this time without an audience.
You didn't realise you were being pushed backwards until your back hit a pillar. "I can't stay away baby, I need you to forgive me, I need you to tell me you'll keep me forever."
His eyes had a pleading look and you kissed the corner of his mouth, before smiling at him "nothing can keep me apart from you."
His tongue slipped past yours, his handing pulling your sweater off before finally attaching his lips to yours again, "I missed this, missed you."
His hand had hovered over your panties, not pushing them aside only hovering over it. Your clit was already swollen enough for him to tease you through the thin fabric, rubbing his thumb against it just to hear you moan.
In a second he was on his knees, and it would be a lie if you said you didn't adore the sight, his hand gently unbuttoned your skirt before he put one of yours leg up his shoulder.
Removing your panties, you didn't miss the way he shoved them in his pockets, the sight only turning you on more.
The way his eyes never left yours even when he licked a stripe up your cunt, made you see stars. his nose brused your clit and his constant groans was enough to bring you over the edge.
Adding a finger, you gripped his hair as hard as you could before he spoke, "Who did you think about, when you touched yourself?"
Too dazed out to answer as you orgasm hit you as hard as rocks, with theo still lapping up every drop he could before finally getting up and kissing you with the same fervour.
He picked up before unbuttoning his pants and finally sinking inside you, going slow to let you accomodate and kissing your neck surely leaving a few marks.
"I thought about you," you grabbed on to his hair and your nails subconsciously dragged along his back, "when I touch myself, I always think about you."
Hearing that made him go so fast, you couldn't keep your eyes open, when his thrusts got sloppy you knew he wasn't gonna last long, and you were right as you felt his release inside of you slowly dribbling down your leg.
His forehead rested on yours as he finally let you stand on your feet, "I love you, always have always will."
Can you do a cute Remus story, maybe like a swimming date
cold
pairing: remus lupin x reader
content: you decide it's the perfect day to go swimming but your boyfriend thinks the water's too cold
a/n: to all the requests, I'm getting to them I have exams and writer's block both at the same time yay
"It's too cold y/n." He pouted sitting on the plank barely letting his feet dip in the water in which you were standing. "It really isn't, you should listen to someone who's actually in the water."
It had been almost ten minutes of you convincing him to get in the water with you with no success. You splashed some of the water on his face to convince him more but that didn't help your case.
You had decided it was the perfect day for a swimming date, and it would have been if both of you were actually swimming. You had chosen the perfect swimming suit that you had bought weeks ago waiting for thw weather to get a little warm.
You rose to your full height almost up to his face and he leaned in just as your lips were about to meet you shook your head, the water droplets from your hair sprinkling everywhere making him scrunch his face and resulted into you giggling.
"Hey look, is that a bunny?" you pointed in a general direction just to distract him while you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the water with all your might. You both landed in the water with a splash and he was flabbergasted not expecting you to pull him in.
"See it's not cold." You grinned at him while he pulled you in with his hands on your waist. "I suppose you're right." He hummed and you nodded while locking your hands behind his back.
"I always am." You looked up at him and he was grinning just as you were. "She's humble too, ladies and gentlemen." He waved his hands around like a showman and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Shut up and kiss me." You finally said after recovering from the giggles that kept erupting. "Yes ma'am."
Summary: Theodore cannot wait to start the next chapter of his life, moving in with you. Alternatively: Memory is a fickle thing.
Warnings: Brief allusion to alcoholism if you squint
Songs: Never find u - Sombr
I bet on losing dogs - Mitski
I wait for you - Alex G
The date reads the 2nd of May, 2002. Theodore looks down at the calendar and for some reason, a horrible feeling of dread pools in his stomach. He can’t exactly tell why.
He shakes it off, yawning lightly as he sits up in bed. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes adjusting to the dim morning light as he looks around his now bare room. His feet touch the bedroom floor, and he sits on the edge of his bed for a second, staring off before getting up.
There was no time for zoning out, he had things to be doing.
With a gentle sigh, he pushes himself off the bed, the warmth of the sheets still clinging to his skin. As he pads into the kitchen, his bare feet lightly brushing against the cool floor tiles, he catches sight of the empty firewhiskey bottle on the counter.
A furrow forms between his brows as he reaches for the bottle, his fingers brushing against the smooth glass surface. Memories of the previous night flicker in his mind, hazy and fragmented.
He must have indulged more than usual.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he meanders back to the bedroom, where cardboard boxes lie in disarray. He reaches into one of the unsealed boxes blindly and tugs on the first thing he finds, a grey knitted sweater and a pair of black slacks. He wanders out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth as he tosses the few stray things that lay here and there, things he had forgotten to pack the day before.
Theodore, albeit a little hungover, was thrilled. Today was the day he was due to move into his new apartment with you. You would be meeting him in the evening because you had work, however Theodore had a day off, so he would do the bulk of the moving process in the meantime. He’s just slipping his shoes on when the doorbell buzzes. He walks over to the intercom, buzzing the person in.
Theodore presses the button on the intercom, expecting to hear the voice of the moving truck driver but Instead, there's silence.
Frowning slightly, he presses the button again, but still, there's no response.
Yet another thing to solidify his choice to move out of this shitty apartment, as if the prospect of living with you wouldn’t be enough.
“Get- This- Stupid- Fucking- Thing- To- Work-” Theodore grunts, banging his fist into the intercom. Finally, the buzzing sound rings, and he can see the driver entering the flat through the small camera.
With a resigned sigh, Theodore hurriedly shrugs on his jacket. He jogs over to the door as a knock echoes through the apartment, cursing as he almost trips over a box. Kicking it to the side frustratedly, he opens the door.
"Sorry about the intercom," Theodore apologizes as he reaches the driver. "It's been acting up lately."
The driver nods understandingly, offering a sympathetic smile. "No worries. Let's get these boxes loaded up, shall we?"
They spent the next half an hour carrying the ridiculously heavy boxes down 4 flights of stairs because the elevator had stopped working. Theodore wipes the sweat from his brow as he sets down the last box with a thud, the weight of it nearly causing his arms to tremble. He takes a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving with exertion. He reaches into his pocket and hands the driver what Blaise had informed him to be a form of muggle currency, a flimsy piece of paper with “£50” written on it.
“Thank you for your help,” Theodore says, breathing slightly laboured. The driver was merely doing the job Theodore had paid him to do, but he couldn’t help feeling slightly sympathetic for the clearly older man who had broken out in a sweat by the time they had bought the first two boxes down. The driver frowns as he looks down at the note, then back up at Theodore.
Was it not enough? Had Theodore given him the equivalent of a single sickle?
His misinformed panic quickly subsides when the balding man grins, extending a hand out to Theodore.
“No worries mate. Bit of a drive, isn’t it? How are you getting there?” The man says, and Theodore pales for a second.
What exactly did muggles use again?
“Car,” Theodore blurts after a second, and the man nods, pocketing the £50 note into his shorts.
“Well, I reckon you’ll arrive before me. Should be close to 8 hours, had to tell the missus I wouldn't be home for the day. Had her questioning whether I was working or down at the pub!” He chortles.
Theodore chuckles nervously, feeling slightly out of his element with the man's casual banter. He nods along, trying to appear as though he understands every word, despite the thick accent throwing him off.
"Yeah, the drive should be fine," Theodore replies, forcing a smile. "Thanks again for your help. Really appreciate it."
With a final nod of farewell, Theodore watches as the man heads back to the truck and drives away, leaving him standing alone in front of his old apartment.
Casting one glance around the barren area, he apparates away, appearing in the corridor of his new house in no less than 4 seconds. He truly does pity muggles and their transport, for he couldn't even entertain the idea of having to spend 8 hours trapped in a car.
He walks around the empty house, a small smile tugging at his lips as he imagines the countless things you’d do here. The idea of building a life with you, so grossly domestic, brought a grin to his face.
You had been a saviour to Theodore, a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day.
He can still recall the day he had first met you with frighteningly precise clarity, though to Theodore it was only natural that he did, for he was sure he only started living when he had met you. He was only ever bound to fall deeper in love with you from the very first time he had seen you looking up at him with that slightly lopsided grin that sent shivers down his spine and warmth flooding his chest. It was as if the world had suddenly become brighter, more vibrant, simply because you were in it.
Whether it was studying together in the library, sneaking out for midnight strolls around the castle, or simply sitting in comfortable silence, Theodore found himself falling deeper and deeper under your spell.
He snaps out of his daydreams, looking around as he checks his watch.
15:07
This would be the perfect time to go out and explore the town a bit, perhaps find a supermarket.
The driver was due to get here around the same time you would finish work, and Theodore was sure you’d be exhausted. He decided to make you some dinner, knowing how late shifts at the ministry drained you.
Navigating the winding streets, Theodore takes in the sights and sounds of the town, marvelling at the quaint shops and charming architecture. It's a far cry from the bustling streets of Glasgow, but Theodore finds himself drawn to the peaceful atmosphere of the small town.
After 2 hours of finding himself sidetracked by a variety of different shops, he finally finds a supermarket. He heads in and emerges later with his wallet considerably lighter and a handful of bags filled with an unnecessary selection of snacks, and produce.
It was only a further 3 hours later, after Theodore had procrastinated reading a book as he lay sprawled across the remarkably comfy bed that came in the refurbished apartment that he realised for the abundance of cabinets and chairs that the place came with, there would not be a single pot or pan in sight. How Theodore planned to cook tomato soup without a pan, or a chopping board, or a knife at the very least, was beyond him.
With a begrudging sigh, he accepted the financial loss of having to venture back into town to get the necessary culinary equipment. At least now by the time you’d be back from work, the soup would just about be ready, so you could enjoy it nice and fresh.
With the attention span of a 5-year-old, it was only natural for what should have been a 30-minute store run to turn into a 2-hour shopping spree, but Theodore couldn't help it when he saw a second-hand book store and a florist stand that sold green - yes green - tulips (which so happened to be your favourite flower). Entering the apartment once again having sworn to himself that he is not to spend for the next month, Theodore sets down the bags and rolls up his sleeves, washing his hands as he prepares to cook.
Theodore sets to work, chopping vegetables and simmering soup on the stove. The savoury aroma fills the air, mingling with the scent of fresh herbs and spices. It's a labour of love, preparing a meal for you after a long day, but Theodore wouldn't have it any other way.
Thanks to his admirable procrastination skills, Theodore had managed to pass an impressive 7 hours doing nothing and was only midway through dicing some garlic when a resounding knock echoed through the empty house.
Moving the sizzling pot off the stove, he makes his way over to the door, wiping his garlic-smelling hands on his trousers as he opens the door. The same man stands before him, a truck parked outside as he greets Theodore.
“Cor, smells lovely. Must have gotten here well before me if you're already cooking” The man chuckles, and Theodore nods, fumbling for an excuse.
“Relatively smooth journey.” He nods, haphazardly slipping his shoes on as he follows the man to the empty truck. No longer living on the top floor of a dingy apartment building, the process of moving the boxes was far easier, and no longer than 10 minutes later the driver is (to Theodore's relief), waving goodbye with the large wad of bills clutched in his hands. Theodore sighs as he shuts the door, setting the final box down on top of the coffee table. Boxes lay strewn around the living room, which was connected to the kitchen in an open-plan configuration. Quickly finishing off the last of the cooking so he could leave the soup to simmer, he makes his way over to one of the boxes, ripping at the tape.
He reaches for a picture frame tucked away in one of the smaller boxes. With a tender smile, he carefully removes the frame, revealing a picture of you and him taken during one of your adventures at Hogwarts.
You had just spent the day out in Hogsmeade, and after successfully smuggling 5 bottles of fire whiskey back into the castle, you both sat on the sofa in the common room, a blanket thrown over the two of you. You had a red scarf wrapped around your neck. You loved that scarf, wearing it absolutely everywhere despite Theodore’s protests that you were repping the rivalling house.
You were curled up into Theodore's side, a grin on your face. Mid-laugh, your cheeks and the tip of your nose red as you were looking beyond the camera. It was a simple candid shot taken by Pansy and one that you had found incredibly adorable and immediately framed.
Gently dusting off the frame, Theodore carries it over to one of the shelves in the living room, setting it carefully down.
He hears the sound of the door opening behind him. Turning around, Theodore's heart skips a beat as he sees you standing in the doorway, a tired smile on your face as you kick off your shoes and step inside.
"Hey," you greet him, your voice soft with exhaustion but filled with warmth.
Theodore's face lights up at the sight of you, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement. Dropping the box he's holding, he rushes over to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace.
"Welcome home," Theodore whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I've missed you."
You return his embrace eagerly, burying your face in his chest as you breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne. It's a comforting embrace, and you can’t help but cling to him a little tighter.
You pull away, a small grin tugging at your lips as you look around your new home.
The space may be filled with boxes and scattered belongings, but it already feels like home with Theodore by your side.
"Wow," you murmur, your eyes wandering around the room. "It looks amazing, Theo. You've been busy."
Theodore beams with pride at your words, his heart swelling with happiness.
"I wanted everything to be perfect for when you got home," he says, his voice filled with affection. "And I thought we could celebrate our new place with some homemade tomato soup."
You can't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. Theodore always knows how to make you feel special, even after a long day at work.
"I love it," you say, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him once more. "And I love you."
You momentarily break away from the hug, reaching over for the ladle, You sneakily take a sip of soup, ignoring Theodore’s gasp of indignation as you groan.
“And I fucking love tomato soup,” You groan, and Theodore can’t help but laugh.
“Go and change. I’ll plate it for us.” Theodore says, moving over one of the boxes labelled ‘Crockery’.
You hum, wandering off to the bathroom. Your voice resounds off the bare walls as you speak.
“Start without me, love. I need to shower and I want to go to bed as soon as possible”
Theodore frowns, ignoring the slight disappointment but agreeing nonetheless. He indulges in a hearty bowl of soup, one set for you on the counter as he leans against the kitchen island.
About 20 or so minutes later, Theodore is washing his bowl, and his attention is drawn to the sound of the bathroom door opening. You emerge, still clad in your work clothes, a tired but content expression on your face. Theodore's eyebrows furrow slightly at the sight, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.
You had said you were going to shower, so why haven’t you changed? Perhaps you were simply so tired you had forgotten to bring some other clothes, or you didn’t realise. Theodore shrugs it off, far too enamoured by you to ponder on it for long.
You pad into the kitchen as a gentle acoustic melody fills the area, and you look over to see the record player propped up on a still-sealed box, alongside a stack of records. You can't resist teasing him about unpacking the vinyl player first.
"Really, Theo? Out of all the boxes, you had to unpack the record player first?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.
Theodore rolls his eyes playfully, but there's a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, music sets the mood," he defends himself, swaying you gently in a makeshift dance.
You can't help but laugh at his response, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.
You shake your head in mock exasperation, but there's a fondness in your gaze as you look up at him.
As the music plays softly in the background, Theodore and you begin to sway to the rhythm, your movements slow and synchronized. The dim light of the kitchen casts a warm glow over the scene, illuminating your faces as you gaze into each other's eyes.
Your hands find their place on Theodore's shoulders, while his hands rest gently on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Theodore's gaze is soft as he looks down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. A small giggle resounds through the kitchen area as he pulls back, hands holding yours as he spins you around.
A small yelp escapes your lips as he dips you, his laughter mingling with yours as you dance with one another. You slow down slightly, resting your head against Theodore's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you move together. The song slowly fades into the next track, and you pull back slightly, resting your chin on Theodore’s chest as you look up at him.
“It’s perfect. It’s everything we spoke about back when we were at Hogwarts” You murmur, and he smiles softly.
“It is” He whispers against your lips, as he leans down to kiss you.
This. This is what home felt like.
It was simple, but it was belonging, and it was belonging with you.
Theodore yawns, and a small grin tugs at your lips as you look at him.
“Go to bed. I’m gonna quickly eat and sort some things out then I’ll join you.” You reassure, pulling away.
He goes to protest but yawns, and realises that he truly was quite tired. With a sheepish smile, he nods, kissing your forehead as he disappears off to the bedroom.
Around half an hour later Theodore's eyes flicker open at the sound of you entering the room.
You settle under the covers, nestled close to each other, sharing the warmth.
"So, how was your day, love?" Theodore asks, his voice gentle as he strokes your hair.
"It was good," you reply with a soft smile. "Busy, as usual, but nothing I couldn't handle."
Theodore nods, his expression filled with understanding. "I'm glad to hear that. You always handle everything with such grace."
You chuckle softly, feeling a pang of bittersweet emotion tugging at your heart. "Well, you know me, always trying to keep it together."
There's a moment of silence between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Theodore feels a sense of longing, as though he is yearning for something he can't quite grasp.
"You know," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "We should go out to town tomorrow. I found a nice cafe you’d love.” Theodore mumbles, sleep overtaking him as he fights to keep his eyes open.
You remain silent, running a hand through Theodore's hair as his head rests on your chest.
“We’ll see.” You whisper, reaching over to switch off the bedside lamp.
Theodore frowns, slightly confused. He speaks through his half-asleep state.
“Do you have work tomorrow? It’s a Sunday, you never work on Sundays,” He mutters.
You pause, your heart skipping a beat at his words. A pang of sadness washes over you, but you push it aside.
“We’ll see tomorrow.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to Theodore’s forehead.
Theodore hums, curling into you closer as he wraps an arm around your waist.
“You make it sound like you’re going to disappear.” He mumbles into your neck. A small smile tugs at your lips as you wrap your arm around him and let your eyes flicker closed.
“I love you, Theodore.” You whisper, before you both succumb to sleep.
Dawn breaks, the gentle glow of the morning sunlight casting a serene glow on the bedroom. As Theodore wakes up in the morning he reaches out, sleepily fumbling around for you. His hand reaches out but finds only empty space, the other side of the bed cold. Groggy and disoriented, he blinks away the remnants of sleep, trying to shake off the fog that clouds his mind.
With a heavy sigh, he sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes as he takes in the quietness of the room. It's too quiet, he realizes as if the very absence of sound weighs down on him.
Pushing himself out of bed, Theodore pads across the room, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. He wanders through the empty house, the silence feeling oppressive now.
“[Name]?” He mumbles out, looking around.
No response.
He frowns. Today was a Sunday. You never worked on Sundays. Surely, if you were working, you would have told him.
His phone pings and he’s momentarily distracted, looking down at his home screen.
Blaise: We’re always here for you. It might not get easier but we’re all here to help. Sending you love.
Theodore frowns, utterly confused. It was such a morbid message from Blaise out of the blue.
He doesn’t have much time to unpack the meaning, however.
Entering the kitchen, Theodore's gaze falls upon the untouched bowl of soup on the counter. Confusion furrows his brow as he approaches it, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach.
"[Name]?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the empty room. There's no response, just the silence that seems to press in on him from all sides.
Becoming more awake now, Theodore's movements become more frantic as he searches the house, calling out your name with increasing urgency. But there's no sign of you, no trace of your presence anywhere.
Panic begins to rise within him, checking each room as your name falls from his lips in desperation.
Stumbling back into the living room, he walks to the corridor but pauses when a glimpse of a white card catches his eye, poking out from the box laying atop the coffee table. He feels inexplicably drawn to it, a nagging feeling telling him to pause his searches for you.
Frowning, he tugs it out of the box, and his eyes roam over the small, A5 sheet of card.
In Loving Memory of [Name] [Last Name]
14/04/1981 - 3/05/1998
oh.
right.
Theodore's heart lurches in his chest as he reads the words on the card, a cold shiver running down his spine.
He reads the dates again, his mind struggling to grasp everything.
Theodore sinks onto the nearest chair, his hands trembling as he clutches the card tightly. Tears blur his vision as he struggles to come to terms with the truth, the weight of his grief crashing down on him with a crushing force.
It all makes sense now. The inexplicable moments of confusion, the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right. He had been living in a dream, clinging to a reality that no longer existed.
Grief may have been cruel, but love was crueller. Grief made him acknowledge that you were gone, that you had been gone for four years, but love made him think you’d walk through the door any moment with a tired smile tugging at your lips. Love made him think he could cook for you and sit down with you at the end of the long day. Grief made him accept you would never be here again but love? Love made him look for you.
Tears blur his vision as he struggles to come to terms with the reality of your absence, a hollow ache settling in the pit of his stomach. How could he have been so blind, so foolish to believe that you were still here with him?
He feels suffocated by the emptiness of the house, the silence echoing like a constant reminder of what he has lost.
His movements uncoordinated and shaky, he stumbles as he walks over to the kitchen. He haphazardly throws open cabinets as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey, his fingers fumbling as he struggles to twist off the cap. Taking a massive swig straight from the bottle, he welcomes the burning sensation that courses down his throat, momentarily dulling the pain that constricts his airways.
Theodore stumbles back to the bedroom, the bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his hand. As he navigates through the maze of boxes, he knocks one over, its contents spilling out onto the floor. He curses as he knocks it over, and in a cruel twist of fate, a red scarf is sent tumbling out of the box.
His breath catches in his throat as he picks up the scarf, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Somehow, it still carries the faint scent of your perfume, a haunting reminder of your presence that lingers in the air.
“Fuck!” Theodore shouts, smashing the bottle of whiskey against the kitchen counter as he holds onto the scarf.
Curses and shouts of anguish tear from his throat, echoing off the walls of the empty house like a sick symphony . He smashes the contents of the box with reckless abandon, the sound of breaking glass filling the air.
But as suddenly as his outburst began, it comes to an abrupt halt; Theodore's chest heaves with exertion. Panting heavily, he stares blankly at the wreckage around him, the full weight of his actions sinking in.
For a moment, there's only silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breaths.
He wanted none of this. None of these stupid things, or this stupid house. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded of you. Perhaps it was because everything he did, was for you. Whether you were in this life or the next.
He kicks the scattered mess around him, walking off to the bedroom.
Tears well up in Theodore's eyes as he collapses onto the bed, clutching the scarf to his chest with a desperate grip. His body racks with sobs as he holds onto the memory of you tightly, and he can only pray that he’ll wake up and you’ll be there.
Grief may have been cruel, but love was crueller. And with the way Theodore loved loves you, he was only ever bound to such a miserable demise.
content: you try flirting with a man, and mattheo tells you what happens when you do such things. 18+ mdni
a/n: This was requested, but it was in messages, so I can't post.
Mattheo was seizing, the veins in his neck looked like they were about to pop, while you smiled at his reaction finally gaining his attention. You paid no mind to the boy in front of you but leaned in a bit closer, tried tp touch his arm occasionally until you were pulled away.
"You're a fucking brat, you know." His hands were around your throat in an instant. He pulled you closer and began kissing you harshly.
His fingers delved beneath your panties to find what he was looking for, though he suddenly pulled away. "What's wrong?" You were confused as to why he suddenly stopped.
He took out a strange looking object from the drawer and once again pulled you closer. "I think you deserve punishment for what you just did."
He pushed the object beneath your panties and then you understood what it was. He clicked a remote and it buzzed inside of you and you flinched.
"Dinner will be interesting." He left you there, whining for more and you did not know how you wiuld survive dinner.
Mattheo was sitting right in front of you, smirking, that bastard. How could he just sit there, while you felt like you would die if you didn't come right away.
He increased the pressure once again and you let out a gasp, your hand grabbed the table harshly, hands going pale and he just grinned at you.
"Can you tutor me?" Theo sat down right beside you. You didn't listen to what he said, and he could not wait, shaking you slightly he repeated the question.
"Come on, answer him, darling, he's asking you a question." Mattheo could not stop smiling. "Yes, Theo I will." You offered him a tight lip smile.
Going back to the dorms, a hand pulled you towards him and into a broom closet. "Aren't you a good girl, sitting there like that, letting out your pretty little gasps."
He kissed you almost immediately, and your hands found themselves at home in his curls. He pushed you towards the wall and kneeled in front of you.
"Hopefully, this teaches you not to flirt with other men." He took off your panties, along with the plug, and pinched your puffy clit.
You moaned and relished in the feeling of finally being able to let out a noise after a tortuous evening. His lips found your clit and he kissed all the way up to your clit.
Your hands pulled his hair causing him to grunt and the vibrations had you moaning his name. His fingers teased your slit, entering just the tip and then retracting.
"Come for me, pretty girl." You kissed him tasting yourself while being on a euphoric high. His hard on pressed into you, humping you while still having his pants on. "Ready for my cock baby?"
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i would love to request a Mattheo x reader x Enzo where reader is a hufflepuff and one day she goes back to her dorm and both the guys (her boyfriends) are there waiting for her to you know🤭 because it's been so long and they are needy doms🛐
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pairing: mattheo x reader x enzo
warnings: smut, 18+ mdni
a/n: my first enzo fic ahhh
Mattheo's leg bounced as he tried to focus on anything else other than his hard cock. Enzo was not in much of a different situation, both of them were eagerly waiting for you.
The door opened and both your boyfriends immediately stood up stalking towards you, your book bag was thrown on the floor by Enzo, "You don't need that right now baby." He looked down at you and you smiled.
Mattheo's hand immediately grabbed your throat, pushing you towards the door. You choked slightly when he pushed harder and you loved the feeling, "harder- please Matty harder" you begged him while your fingers locked themselves in Enzo's curls while he sucked on marks just below your jaw.
Mattheo let go and you whined at the loss of contact. Enzo picked you up so that your ass was right in his face and he did not waste a moment in slapping it.
"Do you have any idea how long we've waiting for you?" You chuckled a bit at how clingy they were being, pouncing at you as soon as you entered the room.
Your hand traveled to Enzo's bulge, pressing down to apply just tge right amount of pressure. Mattheo pulled you back into him by pulling your hair, tilting your hair so that he could kiss you.
Mattheo's mouth met with yours quite aggressively while Enzo's hand was travelling to your boobs, grabbing and flicking on what he could get his hands on.
You moaned in Mattheo's mouth and he pulled you even closer. Finally breaking the kiss, you got down on your knees, unzipping both of their pants and freeing their cocks.
You hands traveled up and down their cocks looking at them seductively through your lashes. "You better get your mouth on my cock, or I'll force it down." Mattheo retorted.
Your tongue met his cock with kitten licks while your thumb stroked the head of Enzo's cock. Both of them let out groans that made you even more drenched than before.
After gagging on both their cocks and your tomgue turning white, your top was disregarded, along with the skirt you had on.
Enzo's hand immediately met your cunt, fingers already delving inside while Mattheo was sucking your neck. "Come for me baby."
And so you did, your face met the matress soon after with your ass up high in the air. Mattheo's cock fir inside you with ease as if it was a mold made just for him. His thrusts started getting faster and your face was pushed harder in the matress.
When Mattheo was just about to cum, his body left yours and it was replaced by Enzo's while Mattheo stroked himself. All three of you came down together from the high.
After a while you sat yourself on Mattheo's lap kissing his neck. "Hope you're bothe ready for round two."
thank you @helpimhopelesslyinlove @pizzaapeteer and @slytherinboysappreciation for the tags i love y’all 😫💕
my top 5 recently:
1. The Summoning - Sleep Token
2. ecstasy (slowed) - SUICIDAL-IDOL
3. K. - Cigarettes After Sex
4. bad idea! - girl in red
5. Need to Know - Doja Cat
i’m gonna be so real rn. my top 5 has never had so many different genres 💀 it’s super funny to me. they’re all part of my mattheo playlist tho so it checks out 💀
This was low key kinda hard 😂 There is no order to this either lol
get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo (honestly this whole album has my heart soooo 💜)
Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift
Atlantis by Seafret
I’d Rather Overdose by HONESTAV, Z
Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls
I listen to a lot of music, especially as of recently I love Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo, but I just did one song from each of them so my whole list wasn’t them 😂 But, these are other songs I’ve had on repeat recently lol
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hi so i want to ask something like mattho x reader fluff and she has major depression issues and her mind wanders a lot when she is having a hard time with it? like she cant keep long conversations at all and forgets some of them?
im dealing with it and i have problems like this :') if you wrote something like this i would be so happy
Winter blues
pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader
a/n: I totally relate to you, I have adhd as well depression and I go through bad phases like these, sorry for making you wait<33
You knew you came in the library to do something, something you can't quite remember now that you've entered the room.
It agitated you to no end, how you knew not even a moment ago but now your mind was blank. You knew why this happened, the winter blues had started to hit and you knew the repurcussions of it.
Holding conversations were never easy, given that you wanted to have one, you stumbled over your words and quite often forgot what you were saying but your friends understood and so did mattheo, in fact he was the only one with the enough patience to deal with you.
You returned from the library that evening and after some time you saw pansy enter the room as well. "Why did you blow me off? I waited for you at the library for at least an hour"
She didn't yell though her tone was sharp, and now you could very well remember the conversation you had with her where you confirmed that you will be at the library.
You apologized profusely and hoped it made her feel a little because you sure didn't. Heading up to your dorm you could only think how much you burdened and disturbed other people.
Your dorm was unfortunately not empty, your boyfriend, Mattheo was sitting on your bed when you realised you hadn't even talked to him all day.
"Alright, darling?" He got up from the bed heading towards you, you slowly fell into his embrace, his tight hold making you feel secure, making you feel something.
"No-I'm not alright, I'm such a bad friend, I try so hard and still I can't seem to help it" He looked at your face confused as if you've said something completely diabolical.
"It's not your fault, I hope you know that, You're a wonderful person and your friends don't blame you, no one does" He hugged you tighter and it made you feel just a little bit better.
Okay, so I'm gonna ask a few people this in hopes one of them does it
But I need a theodore nott x hufflepuff!cat animagus!reader
Thanks if you do!
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pairing: theo nott x reader
content: hufflepuff!animagus!reader hides away and theo cannot find her.
a/n: I'm having the busiest exam week, but this request made me smile.
Theo dragged his feet back to his dorm, after trying to find you everywhere in the castle he had given up. The castle was way too big, there was no way he would roam it all in one day.
His front hit his bed and simultaneously, a cat's sound was heard, he looked around and surely your uniform was kept there folded neatly, the yellow tie sitting on top.
He peeked under his bed, and surely there you were, he reached out and plucked you up in his arms and you nuzzled in his lap.
"You were here?" He said with an exasperated sigh, though a smile was hinting at the corner of his lips when he saw you were yawning.
"I was looking all around, and you were here napping." He shook his head slightly at your follish behavior but decided to let it go when you had begun sleeping.
It was hours later when he was woken up, though a soft coat of fur wasn't what woke him up. Instead, it was your cold hands touching his cheek, startling him awake.
He smiled at you fondly, happy to have you back in your human form. You were putting your tie back on and were looking ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" He asked with obvious curiosity while you giggled and told his sleepy self that it was time for dinner.
He sat up in his bed and you brushed past him, but he took your hand and brought you back to him, sitting you on his lap. "Why did you run away after class?"
You looked clearly embarrassed, "I didn't score so well today." You admitted and he hugged you tighter kissing you cheek softly.
"Next time you run away and hide, take me with you." You smiled at this, he didn't give you a lecture nor told you study harder, he just supported you and it was all you needed.
Can you please do another Theo x Matheo x reader chapter?
shower
pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theo nott
content: you, theo and mattheo have some fun in the shower after winning a quidditch match, 18+ mdni
a/n: hope you like it<33
You're filled with adrenaline watching both of your boyfriends in the quidditch match going on. The winds are cold and brittle but you don't care, you see as they fly at full speed determined to win.
You knew, telling them that they'll get a reward for winning would push them, but god this was another kind of determination and you couldn't help but feel excited.
The announcer finally announces the win, and you get up from your seat, ready to meet your boys. The walk down was much faster than expected and you were instantly lifted off your feet in a bone crushing hug by Theo.
He spun you around, finally settling you down and kissing you, and Mattheo did the same. "I hope you remember what you promised us, darling."
You looked at him with a sly smile, more than ready to do whatever they had planned. You stayed outside the locker room while congratulating some players you met.
When you were sure all of the players were out of the locker room, you finally stepped in. The showers were on, though only Theo was in.
Mattheo instantly was on you devouring you without a thought. His hands traveled to your ass while his tongue delved inside your mouth.
In an instant, your clothes were off, you both were headed towards the shower Theo was in. You smiled at the sight of him, and your eyes traveled to his cock all ready for you.
Kisses were all along your body not even an inch being left. Theo was on his knees while Mattheo sucked hickeys on you all over. You gripped Theo's hair, pulling it while he brought you closer to your high.
Mattheo pulled you up so that you were against the wall, and that was when he finally pushed in. You were a moaning mess with Theo kissing your body all over, you felt like you were in heaven.
"God, look at her, so cockdrunk you can't even think, am I right baby?" Mattheo had began kissing your neck as well while you just nodded in agreement.
"I'm so close- please don't stop" you yelled out their names, and all of a sudden you didn't feel Mattheo in you anymore, he was stroking his cock and releasing while Theo picked you back up again.
"Just our little fucktoy" Theo grunted as he pushed into you, relishing at the feeling of you. He grabbed your chin and pulled you closer so he could attach his lips to yours.
"Just yours." You mumbled through the kiss, while thrusts began to get even more faster and you both came simultaneously feeling each other and you moaned again at the feeling.
The water from the shower dribbled down your body, while you got dressed for the party that would happen upstairs. "I hope you're ready for round two, darling" Mattheo whispered in your ear.
okay so whole of my mother's family is hindu and grandpa on my father's side is hindu but my grandma on my father's side is christian so I guess that makes me hindu and 1/4th christian however, I personally follow hinduism more as I connect more there!!
hello! I really love your work and I was thinking if you could write a one-shot of theo inspired by the song " Open Arms by SZA ". but somehow make it a good ending? idk 😓 ( like a slow burn or something ) reader had to let theo go but theo is kind of begging..? for reader to stay in his life and so on! idk if I explained it good enough but you can search up the song and take a look at the lyrics, you'll see what topic I'm going for!
thank you if your write this! you're an amazingg writer ‼️
never leaving
pairing: theo nott x reader
content: your insecurities push you to break your friendship with Theo, only to realize you were wrong all along.
a/n: hope this matches your expectations, I'm sorry if it didn't<33 (also I feel like I'm apologizing in every a/n)
You could say that Theo took you in, he was the only person in your life that ever made you feel too comfortable. When you were on the train, he had befriended you and he never let his friendship falter.
Theo was everything, he was all you could ever need and it scared you how much you were dependent on him. You had never needed anyone, always doing everything by yourself but you could see that changing.
Friends weren't a usual sight in your life and Theo had changed that, but you still had your doubts and maybe that's why you had decided to tell him.
You always had a lingering feeling, that he was taking pity on you because who would willingly spend so much time with you, call themselves your best friend, he had no reason to do it.
You spotted Theo in the hallway along with Mattheo and Enzo. The former two were smoking, and Theo's eyes met yours, and he immediately threw down his cigarette, crushing it using the sole of his shoe.
His eyes stayed on you while yours diverted here and there, ashamed to even meet his gaze. You wanted to be with him, but he was ruining his life for you, he was way too enamored and you wanted to help him.
You reached the group and scrunched your nose at the nicotine smell, Theo noticed this and dragged you away. Why does he have to be sweet and make this harder? you thought.
"Theo, I-" You questioned yourself, he was the only person who knew you but it would be too selfish to make him stay, so you continued, "I don't think we should be friends anymore"
Maybe friends wasn't the right word to describe you two, you weren't dating but he never dated anyone else and it's not like you could. You always hoped it was because he harbored some feelings for you but that had been a foolish fantasy.
"Y/n, I'm sorry sweetheart, I won't ever smoke again, I mean this was the first time in weeks, I really am trying" what? he thought this was about him smoking?
"No, Theo it's not about that." you simply stated trying to make him understand about you suddenly pulling away. He stared at you, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but really could find the words.
"You can't do this, you cannot wake up on a random day and decide to remove me from your life as if I'm a pawn in your chess board" he was almost yelling, Theo had never yelled at you nor had he ever gotten angry at you, it was always you being mad and him picking up on it.
You remembered a scenario from second year and how different times had gotten now, you had changed and him not so much but you guess it was for his better.
"Where's y/n?" The twelve year old Theodore Nott asked his friend and said friend just shrugged in response before saying, "She hasn't been talking to anyone."
You're mad, he knew you were you always shut everyone out when you were, falling silent and Theo knew just how to better your mood and so he headed in your direction.
Your flashback stopped when you saw a tear fall from his eyes, you had never seen Theo cry either, only once and that too not intentionally. He was showing every emotion of his and you stood there unable to think, mumbling a sorry before leaving him stranded in that hallway.
Theo was shocked, hurt, angry and was feeling all these emotions at once. He had known you for six years and you had left him in six minutes. He loved you and you couldn't see it.
He knocked on your door for the fifteenth time, and you finally opened it. Your eyes were red and puffed up, you were crying.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked in a small voice unlike the one he used in the hallway, he was scared to lose you.
"You don't need to take anymore pity on me, Theo, go live your life" you said with a sniffle in the end and your statement had only made him more confused.
Pity? he had never taken pity on you, and it hurt himself that you believed that nonsense. "You can't replace me y/n, I'm forever, no matter what."
You so wanted to believe him, you so wanted to be in his arms right now, you so wanted him to stop as he was doing right now but you just couldn't.
"I'm sorry Theo, but I have to" Those were last words to him before you shut the door and Theo couldn't sleep that night.
It had been 2 months, 18 days of you ignoring him and he thought he might go mad, you were driving him crazy, you not being there was so much worse than he had anticipated.
It was late in the night when he spotted you leaning against a railing, breathing hard, and when he got a bit closer he noticed you were crying.
He went to stand beside you, you flinched but then sort of relaxed when you noticed who it was. You laid your head in your hands and started crying even harder and without missing a beat or saying something spiteful, Theo took you in his arms.
It was much later that you realized that you could not live without him, he was your Theo. Your tears wet his shirt but he didn't seem to mind, he never seemed to mind.
"You won't leave again, would you?" He asked as if he knew you were coming back and he was right. "You could try, but this time I won't let you."
You smiled at him, god he was the only person in the world who would never make you feel bad about what you did, and you realise it was only your insecurities holding you back from him.
He kissed your forehead lovingly and hugged you even tighter, "I love you" he whispered, half hoping you didn't hear him, but you did.
