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[caramelcal]

newlyweds

mattheo riddle x fem!pureblood!reader

summary: you know what they say about newlyweds, the honeymoon phase. but there was no one quite as obsessed with their wife than the newly married dark lord's heir, mattheo riddle.

warnings: voldemort wins au (although not focused on), mattheo being obsessed with reader, SMUT, pet names, praise, p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving) in front of someone else. (mattheo so obsessed he does not GAF). light choking, cockwarming ig (?)

authors notes: is it proofread? of course not. but it's my accounts 6th birthday so happy birthday guys!!!

word count: 3.8k

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the ball was in full swing by the time you got there. grand chandeliers glittered above your head, the ceiling enchanted to look like the night sky. the room was packed with powerful, rich pureblood men and their wives, standing beside them, smiling politely, waiting to be spoken to.

this was what life was now, after the war. lord voldemort, mattheo's father, had ruthlessly crushed the wizarding world, moulding it into exactly what he had always dreamed of. society's elite stood in front of you, participating in their little events. balls, galas, charity events, dinners. all stuff you had never cared for.

"you say the word and we're leaving," mattheo murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as you stepped into the room beside him with a nod. his hand tightened on your waist as every eye turned to you two.

it was quite the spectacle: mattheo, the dark lord's heir, and his new, blushing, perfect pureblood wife. you had married a month and a week ago today, and mattheo had done everything in his power to keep you away from the spotlight. but there was only so much privacy you could have when you married the heir of the dark lord, really.

you remembered the newspapers erupting with the news that mattheo had finally taken his wife. he had been the last of his friends to take a wife, some believing he may never take one. after all, he was incredibly busy with all his ministry work.

he had done his best to hide you, especially given you had been together since before the war. that was six years ago.

"that's her, his wife-"

"-she's a pureblood, of course."

"-very pretty, lord riddle has always had good taste-"

mattheo moved you through the crowd, giving brief introductions and hellos, curt nods as he weaved you through, his hand never leaving your back. he hated these events with every ounce of his being, you knew that.

after all, he had done nothing but complain the last two days, face buried in the side of your neck, groaning about how boring they are, and how he hates everyone that goes. about how he wanted nothing more than to board up the manor with you and never leave.

"we haven't left in over a month, matt," you had said softly, laying down on the bed with him, brushing a curl away from his forehead as he pulled back to look at your face.

"not long enough."

but eventually, he did have to make his return to society. his job and responsibilities required it. he was now basically royalty in the wizarding world, for better or for worse, and the people wanted to see their new princess. you.

you knew he didn't like these galas, but as you looked at his face, he seemed unbothered, calm. you, on the other hand, were not. you could feel every stare, every whisper prickled against the hair on the nape of your neck.

their gazes traced every aspect of you, your hair, your face, your dress. your hands curled into his sleeve imperceptibly. you let out a shaky breath, doing the only thing that made sense for you. the one thing you knew this society desired: you bowed your head, eyes trailing to the ground as you stood by mattheo.

it was graceful, perfect. like a proper pureblood wife.

his eyes flickered to you immediately, noting your position. he hated it, you hated it, but it was the only thing that felt acceptable under the weight of their gazes. from your peripheral vision, you saw the way his jaw ticked, the way his mouth opened as he was about to tell you to stop.

but he didn't get the chance. it wasn't long before you were intercepted, as expected.

"lord riddle." mattheo's gaze snapped from you to the woman who stood in front of him now, giving a practiced curtsy only years of experience in this society could give, "what a pleasure. you've been sorely missed."

she stood from her curtsy, head still bowed slightly as she awaited mattheo's response. she held a sharp smile on her face, one that mattheo did not return, "have i?"

his tone was mild, in a way that made it clear he was completely uninterested and did not wish for an answer. the woman's eyes were quick to flicker to you, assessing, calculating. her gaze wasn't warm, but wasn't necessarily cold, either. just that signature detached look all powerful purebloods seemed to have.

"you must be the bride."

"a pleasure."

"yes," mattheo spoke, his hand that had lay gently on the small of your back tightening, "my wife."

he didn't introduce you the way he was supposed to: yes, this is my wife, or allow me to introduce-. just, my wife. final. he was lucky he could get away with that, his power allowing him to bypass some pleasantries he did not wish to give.

the woman noted it, immediately. her smile didn't falter, but something in her posture shifted, her gaze flickering back over to mattheo, "well, we were beginning to think you'd abandoned us, lord riddle. such a long...honeymoon."

this time, a smile broke out onto mattheo's face. a real flicker of amusement, something normally saved for your private moments, or with his friend. his gaze flickered down to you as he spoke, "some things are more important than balls."

your breath caught. a faint blush creeped up your neck as you bowed your head again, trying to hold the smile that begged to break out onto your lips at his words.

the woman excused herself not long after, but you weren't granted much respite. it turns out, that when someone as prominent a figure as mattheo drops off the face of the earth for a month, suddenly when he returns there is much to discuss.

lords, ladies, ministry officials. all smiles and pleasantries and carefully chosen words, assessing glances trying to figure out the union between him and his new bride, the power shift it represented. that it represented that he would eventually sire an heir and the riddle line would continue.

mattheo endured it. barely. his responses were clipped, efficient, clearly laced with a perfected mixture of disinterest and calculation that reminded everyone exactly who held power in that room, even when he had been gone.

every so often, his fingers would brush your arm, his hand would tighten at your waist, his gaze would soften when it landed on you on the few seconds you got between people who seemed to be lining up to be introduced to you.

the night passed somehow both agonisingly slow and incredibly fast, a weird warp of time, until music started to build for the final waltz. the last dance of the night.

his body went rigid beside you as he watched all couples begin to gravitate towards the dancefloor. his gaze flickered down to you, a small shake of his head, "we don't have to."

you gave him a soft smile back. because yes, technically you did not have to. but it was expected. you should do it. you knew that, he knew that. your voice was soft, "it's just a dance, matt."

his posture shifted just slightly, eyes warming once more as he took a small step forward, turning around. then, he offered his hand out to you, brown eyes catching yours as his lips quirked into a small, private smile.

you put your hand into his as he led you to the dance floor, letting out a soft breath as he turned around to face you, hand settling on your back, eyes focused on you.

the music began to play, and you moved in a practiced, flawless, fluid movement. the second the music started and you began moving, all the other noise faded, the feeling of their burning gazes, the whispers, all you could focus on was the way his eyes, your husband's eyes, warmed when he looked at you.

"stop looking at the floor," he said, and you knew he wasn't talking about now, not when you two had been staring at each other like the other had hung the moon. he meant before, when he was talking to those other lords and ladies.

"i thought that's what a good pureblood wife did," you responded softly, teasingly, as he spun you, before his hand settled back onto your back.

"i didn't marry a proper pureblood wife, i married you," he said, eyes never leaving yours as his hold on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, "and i want them all to see your face, see the beautiful face of my bride."

the music swelled and came to an end, murmurs filling the room as women curtsied to their partners. you held mattheo's gaze for a second more before a smile pulled onto your features, leading down to curtsy.

mattheo was quick to lead you off the dancefloor. the gazes and whispers returned, but this time, neither of you noticed. you were too busy focused on each other.

he leaned in, mouth brushing against your ear, voice low as his arm snaked around to the small of your back again, "come on, time to go."

the second the doors to his study shut behind you, the outside world ceased to exist once more. there were no whispers, no watching eyes, no expectations.

just him.

mattheo didn't even bother with decorum, he took his suit jacket off, throwing it on a heap on the floor and his hands were on you immediately, firm at your waist as he guided you backwards a step, then another until he found his desk chair, sitting down.

"merlin," he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours, "i thought that night would never end."

you barely had time to laugh before he pulled you onto him, your hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as you climbed onto his lap without a second thought, like it was second nature. because it was.

"well i think you handled yourself perfectly, lord riddle." the name was a tease, a joke, a breathless giggle escaping your lips.

he groaned at that, head tipping back dramatically against the chair.

"don't start," he muttered softly, though there was no heat to it, only exhaustion laced with relief. his hands slid down from your shoulders to your waist, to the small of your back, "i've heard enough of that title to last a lifetime."

"mm," you hummed with a smile, fingers brushing through the curls at the nape of his neck, "the ministry seem quite fond of it."

"the ministry," he started flatly, "can survive without me for the night."

your laughter bubbled out again, and this time he smiled, a real, proper smile, eyes softening as he looked up at you.

he looked so different like this. not the heir, the feared name whispered across the country. just your husband. your incredibly handsome husband.

his thumb traced absent circles against your side, gaze drifting over your face like he was memorising it all over again. his eyes were impossibly soft as he soaked in your every move, your small, even breaths, the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks, "they wouldn't stop looking at you."

you tilted your head, "that's kind of the point, isn't it?"

his jaw ticked as he looked away for a fleeting second, before his gaze shot back to you, like he couldn't stand not having you in the centre of his sight, "i don't like it."

there was no teasing in his voice now. no edge, just something low and possessive; honest.

"jealous, are we?"

"violently."

that earned a giggle from you as he leaned down and captured your lips, kiss hungry as if the few hours he hadn't been able to had starved him. a rough hand came up to cradle the back of your head, not caring about messing up your flawlessly styled hair. his other hand stayed firm against your waist, your own hands coming up to trace the curve of his jaw.

"my beautiful wife," he murmured against your lips, saying his favourite words.

he captured your lips once more, this time softer, more gentle, like he was savouring the sensation. his hand moved to your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently as he pulled back, brown eyes serious as he looked at you.

"we aren't going to the next one."

"mattheo-"

"i mean it," he said against your lips again, stealing a kiss before he leaned his forehead on yours, "i didn't wait this long to have you just to have to share you with those people."

his lips met yours once more, his hands roaming, exploring your body. the kiss deepened, you leaning back, pulling his lips with you as your hands traced the way down to his trousers, lightly pulling at his belt.

mattheo pulled away, brown eyes flickering to yours as he spoke, "on your knees, baby."

you do as he commanded without a word, dropping to your knees softly, your dress' skirt pooling around you on the floor. with a soft clink, he opened his belt, unlooping it and unzipping his trousers, letting his cock spring free.

you took him in your hand, his hand reaching for your cheek, his head leaning back against his desk chair as he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hands, warm, wrapped around him. he let out a breath, giving your head a gentle tug forward, letting you know what he wanted.

you didn't hesitate, your tongue poked from between your lips, licking a strip at his tip, the salty taste of his precum against your tongue. you pulled away, your breath fanning over him as you leaned down, your tongue licking from the base to his tip in an agonisingly slow movement.

his breath shuddered, his head moving back to heave a breath before looking back down at you, a breathless chuckle escaping him, "you drive me crazy, angel."

your tongue circled his head once more, taking your time, eyes focused on his face as you used one hand to pump his length and the other to steady yourself against his thigh. then, you took him in your mouth, sinking onto him as you curled your toes, taking him as deep as you could go.

"so good, so fucking good f'me, baby," he praised, hand in your hair as his thumb caressed your cheek.

you worked on him, sucking, swirling, your movements changing from fast to slow, lifting off him for air, circling his tip with your tongue before sinking back down, taking him all in your mouth. he praised you, words falling off his lips as he let out a light groan.

then, a sharp knock sounded against the door.

you halted your movements, looking up at mattheo. he looked down at you, then back at the door, before he shuffled the chair forward, forcing you into the space under his desk. you crouched your head down further, pulling your skirt to hide.

"come in," his voice morphed immediately, totally changed from how he'd spoken to you moments ago. colder, commanding, a voice that would send chills down anyone's spine, no doubt paired with that cold, dead stare that had people's knees shaking.

you couldn't see who it was, after all there was a wooden barrier hiding you from view, and you had your back to the door, mouth still wrapped around mattheo's cock.

"speak."

you tried to move back, to lift your mouth off mattheo's cock as the man who had entered, a worker of mattheo's no doubt, began to speak. mattheo did not say a word to you, did not look down, kerping his dead stare focused on the man in front of him.

but his hand, which had been in your hair, tensed as you pulled away, and it came down to immediately push you back on. you tried to swallow the gag that begged to echo through the room

"my lord, there's been some unrest in the wizengamot."

you stilled your mouth against mattheo, not moving. you couldn't, mattheo's hand was still at the back of your head, not moving either, not wanting to make any noise.

"the wizengamot?" mattheo repeated.

"yes, my lord. they're requesting authorisation to-"

mattheo's hand underneath the table pulled you further, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone as you tried not to gag around his entire length being pushed down your throat, taking him entirely. you heard the silent command: keep going.

mattheo did not let the man finish speaking, "handle it."

"han- handle it how, my lord?"

your tongue swirled around him as you sucked again, starting slower. at the sensation, mattheo's thumb stroked your cheek again, a silent praise of you continuing. your stomach clenched at the thought of your predicament: you hiding under the desk, secretly sucking your husband off as he handled business.

it was exhilarating.

"do you seriously need to ask me that?" mattheo asked from above the table, eyes narrowing. you quickened your movements, moving forwards and backwards again, tongue swirling, sucking. he didn't miss a beat, voice serious, void of the breathless it had held a mere minute ago, "make an example if you have to. what exactly is going on?"

"there is a few sympathisers-"

mattheo's thighs tensed around your shoulders, and you knew what that meant: he was close. you quickened your pace.

"there will be no sympathisers," mattheo cut him off again, "see to it."

"of course, my lord."

there was a brief silence between the two men, mattheo taking a short pause as he let out a breath. your mouth filled with his warmth, taking it all in your mouth as you swallowed, continuing to swirl your tongue up the underside of his dick.

"is that all?" mattheo asked.

"yes, my lord."

"go."

the man was quick to leave as he always was, shutting the door behind him. the second he was gone, mattheo pulled back, rolling his chair back and coming down to put large hands either side of your waist, pulling you up.

you stood in front of him, slightly out of breath as he leaned down, littering nipping kisses down the channel of your neck before turning you around.

"bend over," he commanded, and you were quick to listen to him. your cheek met the cold wood of his desk as you turned your head to the side. it was the perfect height for you to bend over, a design you were sure was not sheer luck.

his hands made quick work of trailing up your leg, bunching up the silk of your dress as his fingers pulled your panties off in a swift movement, fingers pressing against your folds.

"filthy girl all wet sucking me off secretely, hm?" mattheo spoke lowly, his fingers circling as you clenched in anticipation, thighs tensing as he moved his hand away.

you could hear him let out a breath, and then you felt his tip, hard again, ridiculously slow, pressing against your folds. he held it there, watching you bent over for him, the way you tried to back into him. a smirk rose to his face.

"matt, please-" you spoke breathlessly, hands curling against the wood.

he loved this, you knew he did. watching you writhe as he teased your entrance with his tip. the way your back arched subtly, the breathy sounds of your begs. it excited him, it thrilled him.

"only if you ask nicely, angel."

his voice held a tint of amusement, as it always did, as he pressed his tip in, then took it back out, going back to brushing it against your folds. your voice was shaky, breathless, "please, matt, i need you."

"mm," he hummed, watching you with a half-smirk, half-smile. he leaned down, pressing a kiss against your bare shoulder, voice low, "anything for my beautiful wife."

then, he thrusted in. he was not gentle, he didn't ease in by inch, no. he let you feel every bit of him, long, thick, stretching your walls. he didn't let you get used to his size either, no. he thrusted, setting a brutal pace, his hands on your hips as he drove into you.

your back arched against the desk, stomach still covered in the silk of your dress, pressing firmly into the wood. your nails scratched against the desk as you let out a moan. mattheo grunted from behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, making bruises you knew he'd kiss and caress tomorrow morning.

"my filthy girl," he groaned, hands moving to your stomach to pull you up slightly, pace still brutal, your back arching away from him. one hand stayed firm against your stomach, holding you in place, not giving you any escape from his brutal pace. the other made it's way up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and settled on your throat.

he squeezed it, peering around to look at the sight of his wedding ring, cool against the soft skin of your neck. it glinted faintly off the moonlight, the sight of the gold placed firmly around your neck riling him up more, his pace becoming more brutal.

because that ring, wrapped around your neck, was a sign of what you were. his wife. his.

"mine," he said, "all mine."

his pace faltered a little as your back arched more, both of you reaching your climaxes. he quickly pulled out, you whining at the removal, but he was swift in his movements, turning you around and driving back in.

he liked to look at your face when he made you cum.

and he did. even though his own climax, his eyes remained open, soaking in the sight of your face, lips slightly apart as you moaned, coming down from your high. pleasure he had gave you.

he slowed his movements to a halt after you both came, panting heavily. brown eyes followed your face, the way your chest heaved, and then to where he was still buried inside you, holding his cum inside of you.

with a swift movement, he lifted you up, keeping himself firmly buried inside and sat himself down on his desk chair, you on his lap.

your head came down to rest against his shoulder, eyes shut as you caught your breath. his touch was gentle as he pushed a piece of hair out your face, soaking in the sight of you like this.

"my perfect wife."

[caramelcal]

casual was tewwww good, my god, you’re so so talented!!!

aw tysm lovely !! this is such a kind thing to say ugh these messages make my day 😛😛

i've been so focused on my wattpad stories rn but will get back on tumblr soon...

if anyone has any inspo for some stories pls lmk! all the storylines i come up with require like a trilogy to write i swear

[caramelcal]

girl I was the girl who said that was going to download wattpad so I could read dancer in the dark, I just did it, and GIRL OMG that was so good

omg tysm lovely!!!💞💞💞 this is actually the sweetest thing to say everrrr

comment like this mean the world to me, and help writers stay motivated !!

estella honestly is my baby.

newest chapter will be coming soon, i've written the dialogue just need to write the descriptions and scenery around it lmaoo (do any other writers write this way?!)

[caramelcal]

casual mattheo riddle x reader

wc: 5k

synopsis: you and matt were in that "not quite together, but definitely something" territory, so when he calls it casual to your friends, you set out to invoke a reaction that proves it isn't casual. the way he reacts to seeing you in red, cheering for gryffindor during their quidditch game? oh, it's definitely not casual.

warnings: smut, teasing, kinda bratty!reader. 18+ minors dni. name calling (darling, brat, baby), begging, swearing. characters are aged up ofc. p in v, unprotected (wrap it up bbys)

the day had gone by in a mind numbingly boring blur. between snape's monotone voice in potions, almost falling asleep in charms, and the fact you couldn't seem to find your friends anywhere, you were ready to go back to the common room.

it had been an awfully quiet and uneventful day. but you had put that down to the fact you hadn't seen a single one of the boys today. it was odd, because none of them had even showed up for dinner, leaving you, astoria, daphne and pansy in confusion.

"it'll be because of the game tomorrow," daphne had said quietly.

and of course it was. the gryffindor vs slytherin game was the game, full of fire and rage and rivalry. the week prior to the game, it was always the only thing the boys could think about. training, winning. to wipe the smug smile off harry potter and the rest of gryffindor house.

in recent times, slytherin had been a lot better than gryffindor. a few years ago gryffindor was quite obviously better, they won most games. but now? now that the teams had changed, people left and others grew into the team? now that the boys had grown more proud and muscly?

they had flipped the rivalry on its head.

if you were honest, you weren't the biggest fan of quidditch. honestly, if it weren't for the boys, you probably wouldn't watch at all. but now that they had become totally engrossed, you found yourself wrapped up in the competition. well, with every slytherin quidditch game you now found yourself with a green jumper on, green ribbons in your hair, clapping and encouraging them.

especially mattheo.

because wow, the last time they'd played gryffindor a few months back, and won? the sex. wow. the sex was next level.

you two had been friends since first year, you all had, but you and mattheo became particularly close in fifth year. you had found him fighting with some gryffindor, and you had cleaned him up, scolding him for being silly as you patted his face with a damp cloth. after that, you two got closer. he saved a seat for you at breakfast, whispered little inside jokes into your ear as he walked by subtly, and always refilled your drink at parties.

then, a few months ago, you guys crossed that line. it was silly, thinking without consequences; fearless. but it paid off. and that lead you to your predicament you were in with mattheo right now. not friends, but also not together.

you'd given it a little thought, what it would be like if you two were together. and while it gave you butterflies, and made the hairs on your neck stand up, you had never brought it up to mattheo, the idea of that.

it was too risky for group dynamics. after all, you remembered when pansy and blaise broke up last year for a few months and those months were torturous and tense for the whole group. if you took that gamble with mattheo, you not only risked losing your friendship with him, but putting the group in the middle of it.

so, it was just sex.

no feelings.

you had decided to go to the library for an hour after dinner to catch up on some homework for herbology before heading back to meet the girls in the common room. the hour had gone relatively quickly, and you'd barely even procrastinated at all. which was pretty unusual.

your hand went to the entrance of the common room as you walked in quietly, only to be hit with the smell of smoke and your ears to be met with chuckles.

the boys were back from training, clearly.

"-telling you, it's casual."

mattheo. his voice was so distinct there wasn't a single bit of you that thought it could be anyone else.

you were still hidden from sight, just around the corner. your head peeked round, careful not to get caught. because this felt like a conversation that wasn't supposed to land on your ears.

you heard theo chuckle, "yeah right."

"its just a bit of fun," mattheo shrugged, sounding almost defensive, "it's easy, there's no expectations."

were they talking about you? your hands gripped onto the wall as you steadied yourself, eyes catching onto the sight of the boys.

mattheo and theodore were sat with their backs to you on the couch. draco and blaise sat beside each other just adjacent to them. all of them had wet hair, clearly just out the shower after a sweaty, gruelling practice.

it is blaise that speaks next, "and you're okay with that? with her?"

"of course i am," mattheo answers straight away, and you watch as his head moves up and down in a nod, "y/ns easy to talk to and we're comfortable around each other, sex with no nagging or romantic shit. just friends."

just friends.

your breath catches in your throat as you watch them quietly, all of them totally unaware at the curious ears that had found their conversation. you had so many thoughts running through your head: how did you get brought up? how did the boys find out you and mattheo had been sleeping together? did mattheo tell them?

also, was there not a single part of mattheo that wanted more, even if it meant shifting the group dynamics? that question disappointed you, just a little, as it ran through your head.

"oh because if she turned around to you tomorrow and asked you to take her on a date, you'd say no? right." draco scoffed, shaking his head, voice laced with scepticism.

there's a pause. silence falls on the boys as mattheo looks down at his lap.

"knew it." theo mutters.

"look it's casual alright?" mattheo's head snaps back up, his hands coming out in the way that made it look like he was giving up, getting defensive, "stop making it something it isn't."

blaise rolls his eyes with a smirk, "sure mate, whatever you say."

...

"what's got you all grumpy?" pansy's eyes immediately filter over to you as you walk into the dorm.

your eyes are on the ground, mouth void of its usual smile. you had just left the common room, where the boys still continued to talk. you had managed to get away without being noticed, which counted for something. at least they hadn't caught you eavesdropping.

"nothin'." you respond as you huff, sitting down on your bed.

astoria pauses for a moment from doing her nails, lifting her fingers and blowing on the polish with her eyes focused on your figure. her and pansy share a glance.

"when a boy says somethings casual, pans," your voice starts, eyes focusing on taking off your shoes, "what does that even mean? like doesn't like you?"

her eyes snap to yours, "is this about matt?"

"how do you know about that?"

pansy and astoria both let out little giggles as pansy rolls her eyes, "everyone can see the way you look at each other."

you don't respond, just nod your head hesitantly. a small frown is still on your face as you swing your legs around and lie down on your bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"did he really say that?" astoria asks softly.

you open your mouth to say something, anything, but your mouth doesn't want to admit it. your mind also doesn't want to recognise that honestly, it hurt you a little. you close your mouth again as you shuffle to sit up against your headboard, eyes dropping to your lap as you nod.

pansy scoffs, "they're hopeless i swear. casual."

she mutters to herself small curses and rants about the boys as you look down at your fingers held in your lap, fidgeting. astoria's eyes flutter between the two of you.

you couldn't really be annoyed at mattheo for saying that it was casual. because it was casual. you guys never kissed outside of sex, never flirted unless it was to tease, had shown no interest to the other about wanting anything more. ever.

the two of you hadn't even sat and discussed what your situation was. there was no communication, just knowing silence, knowing that you should keep it on the down low, keep it a secret. try not to make it to obvious.

so why did it disappoint you when he admitted out loud that it didn't mean anything?

you're cut out of your thoughts by the sound of pansy's laugh. a laugh you know all too well. your eyes snap up and she's already looking at you with that glint of mischief in her eyes.

"oh no, what?" you say as she continues to smile to herself, "what is it?"

"he thinks it's casual?" pansy's smile doesn't fall off her face as she swings her legs off her bed and skips over to her trunk, "you should show him just how casual it is."

"what?" your eyebrows furrow as you look at her.

pansy's head turns around and looks at you as her hand reaches for her trunk, pushing it open, "the game tomorrow. wear a gryffindor jersey. cheer for the gryffindors."

"oh that is evil." astoria responds, a smile playing on her lips.

"it's genius, is what it is." pansy fires back.

both of them know how you normally go to their games. the perfect cheerleader. green jumper, not mattheo's because that would be too obvious, a green bow or green ribbons tied into your hair.

they noticed that every time mattheo scores, he doesn't celebrate with the team immediately. no, he finds you in the crowd, cheering for him. because that was what motivated him. your smile, your encouragement, the way that green looked so good on you as you cheered him on.

"oh im not sure," you trail off, eyes fluttering over to the door as you bit your lip lightly. the thought excited you a little, because you knew it would drive him nuts.

whenever he caught you in the corridor alone before his games, he'd always say how you're the perfect cheerleader, and when he is thrusting into you later that night, he always mentions how pretty you look in green.

even at that, mattheo's pride for slytherin was next level. if he found out any single one of his friends were rooting for another house against slytherin he'd lose his mind. but especially you. and especially against gryffindor.

"you have to wear it," pansy says as she skips back over to you, a red jumper in her hands which she is quick to drop in your lap, "trust, he's gonna lose his fucking mind."

your eyes drop down to the gryffindor jumper that she's dropped into your lap, "pans seriously i dont think-"

"y/n, he sees you in red and all this casual shit he told the boys about is flying out the window, trust me."

you look up to meet her mischievous eyes, and you don't even bother to ask how on earth she got her hands on a gryffindor quidditch jumper. she giggles and you can feel the excitement that bites at your stomach.

as you imagine mattheo's face.

"even better if you tell him it's potters." astoria interjects.

pansy gasps, turning around towards the other girl with excitement, "yes!"

game on.

...

the stands are buzzing with anticipation when you make your way through the crowds up to the spot you and the girls normally sit at.

it doesn't take them long to spot you, red jumper parting the waves of green that surround you. you had left extra late to make sure you didn't catch mattheo before the game, because normally he waited to see you just before.

the players are just about to come out when pansy's eyes widen with a wicked smirk, an equally devious grin on astoria's face.

"oh this is dangerous." pansy says with a cackle, clapping her hands together.

astoria is quick to add on, "this is gonna be so good."

"the bow as well," pansy says as she lays a hand on your head, turning you around so the girls can see the red bow you've weaved into your hair, "you've outdone yourself."

"thank you, ladies, thank you." you give them a mock courtesy with a smile on your face.

suddenly, the crowd gets louder, cheers covering the stadium as the two teams get prepared, going into their positions in the sky. your stomach clenches in anticipation, hairs on the back of your neck sticking up as you rub your hands together.

when the game kicks off, the atmosphere is electric. you can barely hear yourself think over the cheers and shouts from your fellow students on the stands. the game moves so fast you can barely keep up, quaffle and bludgers flying all around the air.

it is clear to anyone watching the game that this match will be filled with the usual passion and rivalry it always is. especially as draco collides into one of the gryffindor beaters. and as theo laughs as a gryffindor chaser tries and fails to keep up with him.

your eyes catch onto the head of dark brown curls that have been plaguing your thoughts all day. he moves swiftly through the air, with an air of confidence. mattheo.

as the gryffindors got closer to scoring, you cheered louder, ignoring the looks you got from the slytherins on the stands around you. your face matches pansy and astoria's, teasing, mischievous. your voice was already starting to get hoarse after only a few minutes, but you didn't mind.

quickly, your cheers are diminished as blaise saves the attempt from the gryffindor, quickly releasing mattheo who takes the quaffle in his arms and moves through the air, dodging gryffindor players with ease. it looked effortless.

you could almost feel his adrenaline from here as the cheers surrounding you got louder, and with it, his pride and confidence. he shot, and the quaffle hit the hoop, going through it.

cheers somehow got even louder around you, screaming and cheering. for a brief moment, mattheo doesn't even celebrate, his eyes sweeping across the stands in a search for you.

then your eyes meet.

mattheo's eyes are immediately drawn to red. gryffindor red. the jumper held proudly on your chest, the bow in your hair. your grin was wide, unapologetic as you watched. it's easy to spot you in the sea of green that surrounds you, and you stick out in a way he doesn't want you to.

his world falters just for a second. he blinks, missteering his broom slightly as his eyes don't leave your figure. theodore shouts his name but mattheo doesn't hear him, trying to get him to join formation to start again. the other slytherin boys share silent glances, confused by mattheo's hesitation.

you bit your bottom lip to try and stifle your own laughter. it had worked. your plan to throw him off focus, had worked. mattheo, the most laser-focused and competitive person you knew, completely lost it when he saw who you were cheering for.

mattheo blinks as he tries to steady himself, shaking his head as he let out a small, bitter laugh. he tries his best to clear the image of you in red out of his head, but as he filters in beside theodore, he knew he was distracted.

the game roars on with the sound of a whistle, players flying around but your eyes are focused on one person only. you notice as he wobbles on his broom, the way his eyes filter back over to you even when he's supposed to be attacking, the way that when gryffindor equalise he doesn't look at his team.

no, he looks at you as you cheer.

everytime he looks over at you and sees red where green should be, he gets that little bit extra distracted. his flying becomes reckless and he can't help as he batters against potter too rough, so much so that he gets a warning as the whistle blows.

the crowd roars, half in cheers, half booing. mattheo shouts back at the referee, fury flashing across his face.

"that's his third foul," astoria comments, voice soft between the three of you.

pansy leans forward, eyes narrowing and excitement slowly morphing into disbelief, "he never plays like this."

another play gets made, another loose pass. the gryffindor keeper saves a shot from mattheo that on any other day, mattheo would score blindfolded. his knuckles are white around his broom.

when gryffindor scores, you don't even bother to cheer. your breath caught in your lungs, unable to escape. you watch as draco shouts at mattheo from across the pitch, when blaise gestures in frustration that their star player is totally out of it today.

theodore tells him to calm down when he batters roughly against another gryffindor beater, but mattheo ignored it. all of it. his flying gets rougher, frustration bleeding through every movement.

and then gryffindor scores. again.

the final whistle blows.

the slytherin stands fall silent. red and gold stands erupt as they've just realised they've won. you don't make a move.

your eyes follow as the players land on the ground, where mattheo lands hard. he rips his gloves off and throws them on the grass, chest heaving, hair damp with sweat, eyes dark with something sharp.

then, he looks up, immediately catching eyes with you.

his gaze is nothing like you've seen before. every hint of teasing or confidence or pride or hell, even friendship, is gone. his eyes burn with something dangerous. your stomach flips.

"merlin," pansy swears under her breath, eyes wide, "i expected him to be distracted but i didn't expect them to lose."

mattheo didn't move towards the three of you like he normally does after a match. he doesn't say a word, doesn't even gesture anything.

instead, he turns sharply on his heel, slinging his broom over his shoulder and storms towards the dressing rooms without looking back. the rest of the boys hesitate, exchanging looks before they look into the stands.

and they see you, too.

and suddenly everything makes sense.

they're quick to turn around and follow after mattheo, no one daring to utter a word. you sit there in your red jumper, barely breathing and heart racing, pounding in your ears.

...

the slytherin common room is buzzing when you walk in. voices are overlapping, some hushed whispers, some louder, angrier, all talking about the game.

you sink down onto the couch beside astoria and pansy, heart still hammering, red jumper still held around your body. you don't take it off, you don't even try.

pansy glances at you, then looks down at your jumper, then back up at your face. slowly, her lips curl into a grin, "bold."

"very." astoria adds.

you just shrug your shoulders. logically, maybe you should get changed, because you know the second mattheo sees you he's going to get even angrier. but something about that excites you. the thrill.

you watch as someone throws themselves onto the armchair not too far away from you and the girls, complaining to his friend about the referee.

then, the door opens, which immediately gathers all three of your attention. the boys walk in together, draco first, hair dripping wet with his jaw tight and shoulders tense. blaise walks in beside him, and there's only a small crack of frustration in his calm demeanour.

theo's jaw is tight, too. but nothing compared to him.

mattheo.

the common room doesn't fully fall silent, but conversations falter, eyes flick up when they notice the boys coming in. and wow, mattheo looks exhausted, still wound tight. his hair is damp, jumper tugged over him hastily, ruffling his shirt underneath. hands clench by his sides.

his eyes sweep the room, and they land on you. looking back at him, sitting, still wearing that stupid fucking red jumper.

the change in him is immediate. it's subtle, but you notice, because you know him too well not to. his jaw tenses, his breath catches, his shoulders stiffen. the dangerous eyes you got off him just before he stormed to the changing rooms is back.

theodore is quick to follow his line of vision, eyes landing on you, muttering, "fuck."

blaise exhales through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly. draco's breath catches in his throat.

but mattheo doesn't look away, he takes a step forward, then another. slow, steady. you don't move, stuck in place, eyes focused on him.

"well," pansy mutters quickly, leaning back further into the couch as one leg crosses over the other, "this is going to be fun."

astoria says quiet, eyes flicking between you and mattheo as if she's watching a fragile bomb being played with. like it's about to explode. mattheo stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell the soap he's just used. his eyes sweep over you, taking in the bow and jumper up close.

then, he grabs your wrist, and yanks you up. he doesn't say a word, but his grip is like a vice.

"matt, what are you doing?" you say, stumbling over your feet as he drags you up the stairs.

"dorm." is the gruff response you receive from him.

you know not to ask anymore questions simply from the tone of his voice. your heart lurches in your chest as he doesn't let go of your wrist.

you were taken aback, because mattheo was normally so subtle. this? this wasn't subtle. and so not what you were expecting.

the group watch as you and mattheo disappear out of sight. and theodore is the one to break the silence, "very casual."

pansy lets out a quiet, delighted laugh, "oh, he's furious."

up the stairs, mattheo doesn't slow. his grip loosens slightly, as you reach the door to his dorm, but he doesn't let go. his jaw is set, eyes fixed straight ahead. he doesn't look back at you, because he knows that if he does, he's probably going to lose all self control.

the door to his dorm opens with sharp push. he pulls you inside and shuts it behind you with a solid click. he lets out a breath when he faces the door, as if calming himself down before he turns to face you.

the brown eyes that meet you are swimming with fury, with frustration.

"what the hell were you thinking?" he asks, voice low and rough.

your wrist is back in his hand, but his grip isn't painful, just there. the way he was looking at you stirred something in your chest, something exciting, thrilling. you don't know what came over you, but words tumble out your mouth before you can think twice.

"wanted to support the better team," you shrug.

for a second, mattheo just stares at you.

then, he laughs. it's short, sharp, disbelieving. his eyes look away from you for just a second as he shakes his head, and then they zero back in on you.

"the better team," he repeats slowly, the words feeling bitter in his mouth. his grip tightens on your wrist, "you think this is funny?"

"maybe a bit."

there's a pause. a tense silence that fills the room. your breath gets caught in the back of your throat.

mattheo takes another step towards you, and suddenly there's no distance between the two of you. your chests meet, and he stares down at you with intense eyes. his voice deep, "take it off."

you lean up, just a fraction, your lips almost meeting as you whisper, "make me."

you don't get a second to think before mattheo's lips are on yours. hungry, competitive, dangerous. your teeth clash as you take a breath in of surprise, but you're quick to kiss him back, your arms curling around his neck.

you barely even notice that his hands reach for the red jumper before he physically rips it in half. a chill runs over your body, goosebumps climbing up your back as he takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back.

"rooting for them?" he murmurs as he breaks the kiss for just a second. his lips are back on yours in an instant.

his tongue forces its way through your lips, wanting to consume you. it's hungry.

a fire burns in your stomach as you speak against his lips, "potter only, actually."

because you know that will get him. and it does.

he falters for a second, pulling away from you as your chest heaves, trying to get oxygen back into your lungs. his eyes get darker if that was even possible, swimming with jealousy and something even more thrilling.

"you're playing a dangerous game, darling."

and you know that, too. you can feel the anticipation nip away at your bones as your legs make contact with the edge of his bed, meaning you can't back any further away from him.

wetness pools in your panties as your thighs squeeze together, just drinking in the sight of mattheo like this. so angry, so passionate. and it's all about you.

"bend over and spread your legs." when you don't immediately do as he says, his voice gets harder, "now."

you don't say a word as you turn around, feeling as mattheo's hand lands on your hips, steadying you as you step out of your skirt and panties, bare for him. then, you bend over, hands against the wall for support.

you hear his belt clink behind you, your breath getting sharper in anticipation. you shake as you feel his hand that is on your hip sneak around, gently massaging your clit.

he positions himself, lining up with you as his tip rests against your folds. he doesn't even move, just sits it there, groaning and then letting out a dark chuckle.

"not even touched you yet and you're soaking."

you don't respond, you don't get a second to. because mattheo does something out the norm for you two, he doesn't give a warning. one second his tip is caressing your folds, and then, his entire dick thrusts inside you.

you gasp as both of his hands fall to your hips. his pace is brutal, sharp, powerful, not holding back at all. your fingers curl against the wall as he slams in and out of you. reaching parts of you he'd never dared to reach before.

he's being ruthless, the skin of your arse snapping loudly against his hips as you moan. his hands dig deeper into your hips.

"think potter could do this to you, hm?" he speaks from above you darkly, "make you feel like this?"

"at least he can catch a snitch."

his dick disappears from inside you in an instant as your hole clenches around nothing. but mattheo doesn't give you a second to whine, flipping you around so your back is on his bed.

he looks down at you, brown eyes staring down at you with that same fury as before. you clench around nothing. he crouches down, lining himself up with your hole once more and thrusts in.

his pace gets even more brutal, hips snapping to you in a vigorous pace you've never experience before. your legs go over his shoulders, toes curling in the air. you moan.

"brat," he mutters to himself.

your back arches against the bed as his hands snake around to your hips again, holding you in place. he had full control over you right now, letting you experience his thrusts exactly as he wanted, holding you in place and fucking you into next year.

"feels so good, matt," your words come out quieter than your teases earlier, a break in your bratty attitude. a moan escapes your lips as his pace continues, unrelenting, "please."

he chuckles at your begs, grunting quietly as his eyes shut, his mouth open slightly as he continues, "who does this pussy belong to, baby?"

"potter."

he chuckles darkly. his lips come down to make marks on your neck and collarbone that you know are going to be a nightmare to cover up. his pace continues, relentlessly.

"matt," you calling his name comes out a little more high-pitched than normal, a little breathless. he smirks to himself, because he knows that means you're about to finish.

and with that, you do. your hole clenches around him as you let out a small, breathless moan. your eyes slam shut, feeling as pleasure rolls over you but matt? he doesn't stop.

he gets even rougher.

your back arches. your hole clenches around him again, fists curling around his bedsheets as you take the material in your hands.

his fingers dig into your hips so hard you know it's going to leave bruises, too. his voice is dark, commanding, when he speaks to you again, "who does it belong to?"

"you. god, f-fuck matt," your hands grip his curls, pulling him closer to you, "it belongs to you."

your eyes filter down, watching as his arm muscles clench, his tip brushing against your sensitive spot that begged to make you come again.

you hear him grunt, and with that, you feel the thick ribbons of his cum spurt inside you. his hands let go of your hips and grab onto the mattress beneath you as he anchors himself up, eyes closed as you move on his cock, milking it clean.

he pulls out of you slow, turning over to lie beside you on his back, chest heaving. mattheo's head hits the pillow as he turns towards you, arms wrapping around you.

he pulls you closer to him, your head meeting his forehead, as he rests it against yours. his breath is still heavy, chests moving together as you both try catch your breath.

brown eyes look at you, this time without the anger and frustration, but something warmer. the warmth of his body comforts you, tension melting into something softer.

"you're all mine," he presses a soft kiss against your cheek, voice soft, "all mine, baby."

"thought we were casual?"

he doesn't immediately answer, turning over as he opens his trunk which is right beside his bed. his hand grabs a jersey, green, his, and he throws it at you, it landing on your chest.

"we're not fuckin' casual and you know that."

you let out a small, quiet giggle as mattheo leans back down and peppers small kisses on your cheeks, then moves up to your forehead. you bite your lip, heart still racing from your climax.

his thumb reaches down your back, tracing small circles on your skin the way he knows you like it. you let yourself melt into his hold, curling into his side.

"you're mine," he spoke again, voice soft but assured, "and i don't share. you wear my name on your back from now on."

[caramelcal]

study buddies rivals with benefits!mattheodore x ravenclaw!reader

wc: 2.4k

synopsis: theodore and mattheo had been your rivals for a while, people that irritated your soul. their teasing voices, their smug smiles. but after the tension bubbles over and you have sex with them once, they seem to find you everywhere. and when they interrupt your study session? lets see if you'll actually get any studying done...

a/n: this is actually adapted from my wattpad fic :P so if anything doesn't make sense then that's why...also haven't wrote smut in like two years so if it's bad then i'll blame it on that...

warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), all characters 18+. minors dni. mostly theo, but matt is a very prominent character, esp towards the end. name calling, praise (good girl, darling, little ravenclaw), dominant(ish) theo and matt.

   the library was quiet. just how you liked it. candles flickered along the long tables, but only beside you. the rest of the candles had been blown out by the librarian when she left over an hour and a half ago. shadows stretched like slow-moving fingers across the spines of a hundred books. 

you had been here after hours, a privilege given to pretty much only you, and prefects. for some reason, irma, the librarian, had gained a strong respect for you, your thirst for knowledge, enough to bend her rules and allow you some uninterrupted studying away from the chaos the younger years usually caused during the day. 

your potions textbook lay open in front of you, words and drawings and notes, highlighted and annotated and doodled on until there was no space left. parchment was scattered around the table, in no particular order or sense with your cramped, precise handwriting. the notes were messy, but they made sense to you, and that was all that mattered. 

you tried your best to focus, elbow on the table with your hand gripping the hair on the side of your head. every ingredient, every reaction, every subtle colour shift in a potion swirled through your mind. a huff escaped your lips and you didn't even notice, too engrossed in studying. your neck cramped, your lower back ached, your hand throbbed from the position it had been forced into, wrapping around your quill for hours. 

the silence, however, was too heavy today. too distracting. every gust of wind that hit the window, every creak of the floorboards, made your pulse quicken. you couldn't focus properly. and it was frustrating you to no end. 

then came the sound you knew you'd been trying not to hear: footsteps. not the clumsy stomp of some first-years trying to sneak in, not the echo of some late-night prefect patrol. even though you knew tom riddle took great pleasure in interrupting your studies late at night. but it wasn't him. they were measured steps, confident. too confident. 

"L/N!" 

you froze, quill hovering above your parchment. your stomach did that weird thing it always did when you knew they were around. mattheo and theodore.

"go away, I'm studying for potions," you said finally, your voice sharp. 

"and?" came the lazy response, teasing reply from mattheo as he came into view, leaning against the bookshelves beside him, arms crossed over his chest. 

you exhaled softly, trying to stay calm as your eyes drifted back down to your textbook, flipping over the page, "so go away. you're distracting me." 

a laugh echoed from the bookshelves, coming from near the restricted section. the same place that you had run into mattheo not that long ago, arguing, that ended in kissing, tugging hair and the loosening of ties.

you knew exactly who it was. the two boys that were always seen with one another. the laugh that you had heard only the other day when you had left their room, hair messy, trying to sneak out before anyone caught you doing the walk of shame. 

theodore came into sight only seconds later, blue eyes looking at you as he leaned casually against the bookshelves beside mattheo, arms crossed over his chest, smirk curling across his face. his hair was messy, and for some reason, both theo and mattheo were still in their uniforms. first few buttons undone, ties loose. 

"distracting, huh?"

"i'm serious," you said, gripping your quill as your eyes battered up to look at them both with a glare, "i have a lot of work to do. potions isn't going to study for itself." 

your predicament with them had started as rivals. and merlin, did they boil your blood. their smirks, their laughs, their teasing voices that got under your skin. mattheo teasing you when you got an answer wrong in class, theodore distracting you and making you late, landing you in detention. stuck with him.

eventually, the tension boiled over. hands gripped into hair, lips needy, hungry, desperate to consume each other. you had been mortified at first, how you'd let the boys that so often ruined your days give you pleasure.

but then, you begin to find release in it. no strings attached, just sex. life was better that way, romance was too complicated. and why settle for one measly boyfriend who nagged you when you studied instead of hanging out with him, instead of two irritatingly handsome boys who didn't really care?

theo leaned off the bookshelves, taking slow, measured and steady steps towards you, the smirk never leaving his face. he leaned closer to you, still hunched over your textbooks, "oh we know. but we thought we could maybe...help you focus?"

you looked up at the boy, eyes narrowing, "by what? being obnoxious?" 

mattheo shrugged, his signature grin rising to his face, "depends. could be more fun than boring old potions formulas, don't you think?" 

"i don't think anything that involves you two is fun," you muttered, pushing a stack of notes forward, towards them, like a shield, "now please go away." 

mattheo leaned casually on the end of your table, palms stretched and holding his weight, smirk teasing, "oh, come on darling...please? let us help you." 

his tone alone, teasing, told you that they weren't there to help. they were there to cause mischief, like they always did.

you didn't even look up this time, flicking over another page of your textbook with a sharp motion. your voice was monotone, cool, "and how exactly are you planning on doing that?"

theodore stepped a little closer, only an arms length away from you now, his blue eyes glinting in the candlelight with something you could only describe as excitement, "oh, we've got ideas." 

without another word, theodore closed the gap between the two of you, his hands going either side of your hips and lifting you out the chair you were sitting in with ease. you let out a small yelp of surprise, looking at theodore with an eyebrow quirked as he set you down on the edge of the table. 

you didn't notice as mattheo cleared the books and parchment away from behind you, a devious smile on his face. 

"what are you doing?" 

"what ingredients are in a maxima potion?" theodore avoided your question entirely, asking one of his own. 

you gave him a look, one of questioning, eyebrows etched as silence filled the room. his eyes filtered back up to you, eyebrow rising and face full of expectation. you sighed before beginning to answer, "leech juice, a spider fang-"

you cut yourself off as you saw theodore drop down to a crouching position in front of you, knees softly hitting off the ground. your eyebrows pulled even tighter in confusion. it didn't help when he put a hand on your thigh, which dangled off the edge of the table, bare for him. you didn't even have tights on, only your plaid skirt. 

"right, what are you doing, nott?"

he quirked a brow, looking up at you, but not removing his hand off your thigh, slender fingers tracing little circles on your thigh, "helping you study, obviously. what's in a fire-breathing potion?"

you huffed lightly, "mint, valerian springs..." 

theodore's lips made contact with your thigh as his hand worked his way up towards your panties. your toes curled inside your shoes, as you realised exactly what the slytherin boys' plans were. your fingers gripped the edge of the table you were sat on, and in that moment, you thought to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could let yourself have a little study break. if this counted.

with a sharp intake of breath, your stomach felt like it ignited into flames, "fire seeds..."

his fingers gently traced over your underwear before pressing down just where your clit was. your breath hitched.

mattheo's hand made its way to your chest, pressing you gently down, to make your back make contact with the table. theodore's nose hit just off the corner, where your legs curved towards your panties. 

you cleared your throat, feeling a heat rise to your stomach, and a wetness pool inside the panties that theodore's nose was getting dangerously close to, "powdered dragon horn." 

he pressed down in circular motions, still kissing the inside of your thighs before he used one of his other fingers to hook inside your underwear, pulling you bare and at his mercy. his breath fanned over you, and your breath caught in your throat. 

your eyes moved up towards the ceiling, chest tight, but you caught gazes with brown eyes that loomed over you. mattheo looked at you, expectantly, expecting you to finish. he didn't even need to say anything for you to know you were to finish listing off the ingredients. 

"lavender." 

you let out a breath, deep. one that you had been holding without realising. theodore's breath still fanned over you as his fingers lightly traced your entrance, your walls flexing at the anticipation. 

"good girl," he murmured, before his lips connected with your clit. you let out a gasp, feeling as he attached himself, brushing over you in just the right way. your hands curled onto the table, trying to get a hold of something, but there was nothing there.

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt theodore's fingers tease your entrance, before inserting one finger, curling it up. your legs went to squeeze around his head, trying to push him closer to you in desperation. 

"erumpent potion," mattheo called from above you. 

your words stuttered, eyes screwed shut. mattheo let out a chuckle as he stared down at you, watching as your face contorted into one of pleasure, mouth slightly open. theodore added another finger. 

"erumpent potion, l/n." 

your breath shuddered, a breathy whimper escaping from your lips. your thighs close in on theodore's ears, who moans against your clit as he feels you tug on his strands. the sound makes vibrations climb through your bones.

"erumpent," your voice cut through the moans, gritted through teeth that were trying not to make too much noise. mattheo's fingers curled into your hair, "-horn." 

your breath quickened. mattheo yanked lightly on your hair, bearing your neck to him as his lips made contact. theodore's fingers curled inside you, hitting the perfect spot. his tongue made circular motions on your clit and you could feel yourself clench around his fingers that stretched you out. your back arched up. 

your thighs squeeze around his head once more, mattheo's lips leave marks that you knew you would need to take extra care hiding tomorrow. you can feel the tightness in your stomach get tighter and tighter, and you know that you're chasing your high, and you're winning. 

then, theodore pulled away. you heaved a breath, looking down as theodore's blue eyes appear just above your skirt. you stuttered, confused at first, then frustrated. your eyebrows pull together, nose crinkling as you mustered a look of frustration to the boy.

"keep going." 

theodore's words were a warning, a warning that your high is going to escape you if you don't do as you're told. If you don't keep studying. but you don't want to anymore, all you want is to feel theodore's warm tongue flick through your folds, his fingers curl inside of you. a stark contrast to what you had wanted a mere five minutes ago.

"erumpent tail," his lips are back on you in an instant, tongue lapping around and turning and sucking in expert movements, "exploding fluid." 

you finished listing, letting a breathless moan escape from your lips. theodore grunted at the sound, pushing his fingers deeper into your cunt, curling inside. 

"now antidote to common poisons," mattheo doesn't give you a break. you're holding yourself slightly up by using your forearms onto the table, head leaning back, eyes shut. 

your chest lifted and fell, soft curses falling from your lips. 

when theodore doesn't hear you listing, he pulls away once more. a smirk played on both boys' lips. 

"please," the beg fell from your lips before you can even be stubborn enough not to beg them for anything. your high was so close, and now it's slipping between your fingers. you needed theodore to keep going. 

"ingredients, now." 

the dark sound of his voice makes your pussy throb, clenching around nothing. 

"uh, standard," your breath was heavy, eyes shutting as you stuttered, "standard ingredient herbs, a bez- a bezoar." 

your high is coming up on you fast, thighs squeezing around theodore's head once more. he quickened his pace, relentless as his fingers curled into your soft walls once more. your back arched again. 

mattheo's smirk that danced across his face was noticeable when his kisses climbed up from your neck, to beside your ear, "is this turning you on, little ravenclaw?" 

your moans get louder as you leaned down, both hands holding onto theodore's head as you pushed him further into yourself. you're desperate now, so close, stomach tight, coil getting tighter and tighter. 

but, you don't get theodore as close as you wanted, mattheo is quick to grab your hands which are entangled into theodore's strands, and push you back. your hands above you, mattheo's hands pinning them to the table. you're helpless, at their mercy. 

mattheo's voice is dark when he speaks next, brown eyes staring down at you with an intensity you'd never seen before. it makes you're stomach flip, "keep. listing." 

theodore's pace continued mercilessly. 

"unicorn horn," you listed, out of breath, barely able to get the words out, "merlin- uh. mistle- mistletoe berries!" 

theodore's pace quickened as mattheo made contact with your neck once more. and then you felt it, the coil snap. your vision goes white, and you released. theodore doesn't stop, though. he pulled his fingers out, and his mouth immediately latched on, tongue catching your bliss that attempts to escape and coat your thighs. 

you stayed collapsed against the table, unable to move as you tried and failed to catch your breath. theodore appeared up from the floor, standing to his full height, his blue eyes catching onto you, neck red from mattheo, hair messy, chest heaving. a smirk played on his lips.

it isn't long before mattheo is gently grabbing at your side, flipping you over so your stomach is making contact with the table, your legs still hanging off the edge. you heard the clink of his belt from behind you, then him reaching up, breath fanning over your ear.

"you ready to keep going?" 

all he got back was a nod. and that was enough. 

[caramelcal]

trouble, teddies and tethers 3 (final part!)

summary: theo's previous apology appears to have not lifted your dampened spirits, a drunken truth-or-dare game seems to make it worse. you need to do something to sort this, to get your theo back.

read the first part here, and the second here. as well as the rest of my theo works here!

word count: 4.9k a/n: thanks for all the support so far guys, it's been great to be back <3 as always, not proofread #lazy

friday nights were your favourite. at first, it was because that was the night you and your friends would skive and go to the library after curfew. now, it was because you guys drank and had fun in the slytherin dungeons, which turned out to be just as good.

the moon shines, small traces of its light coming through the window, but the room is mostly dark. the fire crackles beside you, the only attempt to keep the room warm. you all had planned to go to an abandoned classroom to play your games tonight, but apparently draco had seen theo and he did not look to be in the mood for games.

he was on his rounds, no doubt. you hadn't seen him since breakfast, and hadn't spoke to him since transfiguration two weeks ago. when you were sat beside one another, you worked in silence, trying to avoid the aches you both felt gnawing at your chests.

every time you thought of theo, you just felt sadness. sadness that he didn't like you anymore, sadness that the precious relationship you had once had was gone. there was nothing in the world that mattered more than you, and while theo had done his best to apologise, you still felt like he didn't really have any time for you anymore.

after all, why did it seem like he was avoiding you since?

all you could do now was to try drown out the thoughts of theo, the thoughts of how you used to be, the thoughts of how it felt every time you saw him now, and the thoughts of how you wish it could be. the thought of theo kissing you.

in order to drown it out, you did what any hogwarts student would do. you'd get shitfaced with your friends, and play some stupid game. this time? truth or dare.

the game had been well underway for the last thirty minutes. giggles sounded throughout the dungeons, some laughs far too loud for the late hour, but you all didn't care. you were all more focused on the fun.

blaise only has a pair of boxers on now, after he was forced to strip. his hand holds onto a beer bottle which he presses to his lips, taking a drink as he sits back down. the group all turn to look at you, and you take a breath in, as you realise it's your turn now.

"truth or dare?" blaise asks, already knowing that you'll probably choose dare, you normally do.

"dare," you answer, a mischievous grin on your face.

you feel relaxed, the most relaxed and carefree you'd been in weeks. the alcohol warms your veins, and you know that anything that gets thrown your way right now, you're going to do it.

blaise and pansy exchange glances, pansy with a smile on her face and blaise with a sly look. they've pre-planned this, you know they have. that makes it that little bit sweeter, more mischievous and increases your ambition to do whatever it is.

a smirk tugs on blaise's lips as he speaks again, "alright then, here's one for you...sneak into theo's dorm and steal something personal. anything you want, but it has to be without him catching you."

a rush of excitement floods through your blood. the dare is risky and bold, considering that if any student gets caught in the prefect's dorm it's an automatic meeting with dumbledore. theo's room is off-limits, and it's the kind of challenge that gets your heart racing.

surely, it wouldn't be too difficult anyway, given that theo was on rounds, right?

before you can even stop to think, you laugh, already beginning to stand up, "you're on."

...

the door creaks open to theo's dorm, and you let out a sigh of relief when you peer in and he isn't there. you honestly weren't surprised that it was unlocked, theo was forgetful, you knew that. and it saved you trying to pick the lock.

you shut the door behind you as carefully and quietly as a drunk person can, before looking around. if this was theo's old dorm, you'd have found something with ease, you knew it like the back of your hand. yet, this new dorm was better organised, with things all in different places than his previous organised chaos.

his dorm was nice, clothes stacked neatly on his dresser, aftershaves and trinkets lining his bedside table. it was a lot bigger than the space you got in a regular dorm, especially dorms where you had to share with others. he got his own private dorm, and it was massive. you were a bit jealous.

your fingertips traced the dark wooden drawers before landing on some of his clothes. you held the soft fabric in between your fingers, before hesitantly lifting it up to your nose, breathing it in. maybe it was creepy, sniffing theo's clothes, but you couldn't even be bothered to think about it.

you missed him.

and merlin, was the smell of him a reminder of that.

you fixed his jumper back into a neat, folded position before filtering your eyes down to his bedside table, kneeling down. it was littered with little trinkets, an alarm clock, a mug, a book dogeared about halfway through, a quill and then your eyes landed on it.

the watch you had gifted him for his eighteenth birthday.

he barely took it off since then, always adorned on his left wrist. the only days he didn't wear it were normally when he woke up late and was in too much of a rush to even brush his hair never mind put on his watch. that was perfect for your dare.

personal? yes. recognisable? yes.

they'd know it was theo's, and they'd known you'd gotten it from his dorm. perfect.

your hands clasp around the watch and lift it up, thumb lightly caressing the side as you watched the arms of the watch tick. a smile rose to your face as you remembered when theo first opened it, looking down at it, speechless.

he hadn't even mentioned to you that he'd wanted one, but you knew. you always knew. he put it on then and there, a silent reminder of you with him, always.

it was time for you to go. you'd gotten what you needed, ready to triumphantly show your friends, and you didn't want to waste anymore time in theo's dorm than absolutely necessary. you didn't think, in that moment, of how you'd get it back to him, or if he'd even notice it was missing.

of course he would. it was one of his favourite things he owned. but you were too drunk to even consider that he'd notice it the second he arrived back to his dorm. think that someone had snuck into his dorm and robbed him. you quickly turn around to make your exit, but you don't get far.

theo is stood in the doorway, just staring at you. his eyebrows are furrowed slightly, not with anger but with something else. like a mixture of confusion, disappointment, sadness, maybe?

you freeze, clutching the watch in your hand. yet, it's not with the same sense of defiance and rebellion anymore. this wasn't thrilling, or fun.

theo's eyes gently move from your face down to the watch that's in your hand. then, wordlessly, he looks back up, lips pressed together tightly, as if trying to hold back words that beg to leave his lips. your breath is caught in your throat, and you feel like you're going to suffocate, or be sick.

regret. that's all you feel right now as theo takes one, small, simple, steady step towards you. he doesn't shout, doesn't accuse you of anything, he just looks at you, confused.

"you..." he trails off, as if he's trying to find words to piece this together, "came in here to steal something?"

his voice is low, and there's no anger laced into his words. not yet, anyway.

your heart drops at the question, and you, in an instant, wish you could take it all back. you wished you'd said truth to their question, wished you told them no when they dared you to do this. wished you could do anything to take back what feels like the creation of a further rift in your relationship with theo.

and this one? it was all your fault.

you wish you'd been smarter. you're drunk, you're hurt, and it led you to this. but you aren't proud of yourself. there's nothing to be proud of.

"i- it's just a dare," you say quickly, as if trying to make it sound less serious than it feels, "they dared me to come in here and take something. just a game, y'know?"

theo's eyes flicker for a moment down to the watch again, then back up to your eyes. his expression softened, just briefly, as if he was trying to process what you were saying. it was a dare, just a silly dare.

but then, something changed. the realisation hit him slowly, and it sinks in his chest like an anchor trying to drag him through the floor. it wasn't just hurt at her breaking the rules, or breaking into his dorm. it was something more disappointing to him.

the truth was, you weren't here to talk to him. when theo seen you a few minutes ago in his dorm, the back of your head, his heart skipped. hope. because he thought you were here to talk to him. but you weren't. you didn't come here because you need to see him, or to talk. you came because of a stupid game, one where you were dared to break into his dorm, as if it was a joke.

and theo was the butt of it.

the taller boy swallows hard, his throat tight with emotion. he doesn't speak for a moment, just standing there, staring at you, his face slowly hardening with something more serious. it isn't anger, but something worse. disappointment.

he shakes his head slowly, his tussled hair falling over his eyes a little, "so it's just a dare. to you, this is just some stupid game. that's it."

your heart skips a beat, feeling the weight of his words. theo's voice had lost its usual warmth it had when you guys were close. it stung more than you were expecting, the way he was looking and speaking to you, even though he wasn't being rude.

you open your mouth to try explain anything, to try say anything to make this less horrible, but you can't find the words.

theo looks at you, his blue eyes colder than they ever have been before, "you didn't come here because you needed me, did you? you didn't come to talk, you came because you thought i'd let you get away with it."

his voice is hard, but there still isn't any anger laced through his words. he is disappointed, in you, in what your relationship had become now, like this was it.

the alcohol that surges through your veins does nothing to help yourself. you feel hurt, and embarrassed and angry at yourself for being stupid enough to go through with this. but yet, all you do is get defensive.

"i don't know what you want from me, theo. i'm just doing what they dared me to do. it's not a big deal."

you take a step away from him, venturing further into his room with your arms crossed over your chest. you look away, not able to look at his face as he narrows his eyes. his face is a mixture of pain and frustration, "no, it's not a big deal to you, is it? because to you, we aren't friends anymore, we aren't partners, i'm just a big bad prefect now, aren't i?"

the words hit you like a blow to the chest. your eyes widen, opening your mouth but no sound comes out. the realisation hits you then: that for theo, he wasn't annoyed about the game and the dare, it was about the fact you weren't there to see him.

he wanted you to come and talk to him.

and you'd just fucked everything up.

the one person that he once shared everything with no longer saw him as the same person. you see him as a prefect, as someone who it's funny to break into their dorm, that it's a challenge. little did you know, he would still welcome you with open arms into his dorm and talk to you if you just tried.

he cares about you deeply, and all he wants is for you to try with him.

your voice falters as you speak, but you try your best to keep it steady, "theo, i didn't come here to hurt you. i just-"

you choke on your words, feeling the lump in your throat grow. your eyes water with tears, nothing but regret and sadness filling your every inch right now, "i didn't know how else to handle this. i'm sorry i-"

theo's face softens as he watches you struggle to fight back tears. his gaze flickers with something that looks almost like regret, but it's masked quickly as he turns away from you.

"i guess it doesn't matter," he says quietly, not looking at you, "i'm just not who you need anymore, am i?"

you open your mouth to argue, to tell him that it isn't true. he's the person you need the most. you need him, you need the happiness and comfort he brings you, something that you've been unable to find elsewhere since this rift in you two was formed. but you can't find words.

you have no idea how to fix this.

"you should go back to your friends," theo says, his voice softer now, almost sad, "before anyone else sees you. i won't tell anyone."

you hesitate for a moment, looking at theo to notice if there's even a little bit of his face that shows you that you should stay. that you should fight, and fix this. but he refuses to look in your direction.

you nod hesitantly, your heart heavy, "i'm sorry, theo."

with a shaky hand, you hold out his watch towards him, the one that you bought him, and has been in your hand the entire time. the watch you needed to steal for the dare, but the dare doesn't feel important anymore. take it, you urge wordlessly, as you push it further towards him.

theo's eyes screw shut for a second, still looking away as he reaches out a hand, and his hand touches yours. your heart squeezes at the touch, soft, gentle.

he pushes your hand away, voice coarse, "just go."

it isn't a question, or a suggestion. it's a plead. you wanted to stay. you wanted to fix things. but the damage felt like it was done. with one last look at him, you walk around him and leave the room, closing the door softly behind you with a heavy heart.

...

the silence has been unbearable. every time you see theo your heart sinks, but he barely looks in your direction. he's hurt, you know that. you betrayed his trust, you treated him like a joke. and that was on you. but you had no idea how to make it better when he won't even look at you.

the bond is slipping away, slowly but surely. every turn you take you expect to see theo, filling you with anxiety and making your stomach twist.

it's beginning to make you feel ill, so ill that you can barely eat. you can't focus in class, can't think of anything but theo and how much you'd messed up. you decide to miss herbology, knowing that when you don't show up, pansy will make up an excuse to the professor and check up on you later.

she knows you've been in emotional turmoil the last few weeks. she's been patient.

you close the door to your dorm, hoping to have a nap before defence against the dark arts after lunch. you work on autopilot for a minute, walking over to your drawer and changing into pyjamas. you grab your water bottle, putting it beside your bed before going back over to the drawer you'd opened and going to kick it shut.

yet, before you do, your eyes catch onto something.

you move a piece of hair out your face as you kneel down, lifting the soft fabric out from your drawer and holding it in your hand. you're silent, staring down at the nostalgia held between your fingers.

a soft smile rises to your face as your hand caresses the fabric of the teddy bear. his worn fur, looking a little scruffy. he had a ribbon around his neck that is frayed at the edges, and parts of his legs are a little thin from a lack of stuffing. he was old, undoubtedly so if you took a look at him.

but he was precious to you.

teddy, he was called. not after teddy bear, not because you were lazy and didn't name him when you were younger. but after your favourite person: the person who had given you the teddy bear in the first place. your best friend. theo, or teddy, as you'd called him when you were both young.

you could remember the first ever time you saw the bear you hold in your hands. it was a winter's night, one that had been plagued with nightmares. you got nightmares a lot when you were little, something you always went to theo for comfort for.

when he had to go home for a family thing, you were terrified that you'd have no one be there when you woke up from your inevitable nightmares that plagued you every night. then, theo brought him. teddy. 'you can hug him when i'm not here' he had said.

after theo became a prefect and everything between you two changed, teddy was a reminder of what you and theo once were. the bond you shared.

as you look down at the bear, an idea pops into your head that has a hopeful feeling tickling at the edges of your heart. teddy could have another purpose now. teddy had been your way of holding onto theo, and now, maybe, teddy would be able to bridge the gap between the two of you.

now that theo was slipping away from you, teddy had to be the bridge.

you take a deep breath, walking back over to where you lay down your cloak, and lifting out the watch that had been burning a hole into your leg for the last week or so. you stare at it, then your eyes flicker to teddy, then back to the watch you'd stolen from theo's room.

wordlessly, you stand up, walking to the dormitory door, and slip outside. you begin to head down the corridor to theo's room. this has to work, you say in your head, over and over as you slip into his unlocked dorm again, like a replay of that night.

however, this time, your intentions are much more pure.

...

classes are over, dinner is eaten and curfew has been in place for an hour before anyone graces theo's room again. theo's shoulders are slumped, and in his head, he's thankful that he isn't on duty to watch for any curfew-breakers tonight, because all he wants to do is collapse on his bed.

giggles and talks cease the second he enters the slytherin common room, but he pays no mind to it, not even looking over to see who is there as he trudges back to his room. he's tired, worn out from the long day, and his mind is even more exhausted.

the door to his room opens with a creak as he steps inside. he rubs his eyes absentmindedly as he shuts the door behind him. the second he opens his eyes, he sees it. the little bear perched on his bed, immediately standing out among the rest of his room. he blinks, taking a step forward.

teddy.

his eyes widen slightly in confusion. it's been years since he's seen the little bear, but he recognises it immediately, his heart fluttering lightly. the bear is a lot more run down than he remembers it being, and that makes it clear to him that you've still been sleeping with him sometimes.

you had left teddy with him.

the watch around teddy's neck is unmistakeable, glistening lightly as he takes a second to step forward, closer to the little bear. he reaches down, picking teddy up, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his paw. the bear feels like a memory, one that brings a soft smile to his face.

theo's throat begins to tighten as he stares at the bear that is now in his hands. he feels a lump form in his throat, his guilt sinking in once again. this wasn't just some toy, it was something meaningful, something symbolic of you and him.

he had given you this bear because you were scared to be without him. a reminder than you trusted him and needed him. and even now, when things feel like you're a million miles apart, you still had him. you were reaching out to him.

the blue eyed boy gently places teddy back on the bed and sits down beside him. his hands now have his watch back in them, moving it so that the moonlight that shines through his windows makes it shine. his fingers trace the edges, watching as the small arms tick.

his mind races with a thousand thoughts, and an overwhelming feeling of regret and bitter sadness takes hold of his body. he's been so focused on trying to prove himself that he forgot the one thing that's always mattered, the one person he needed to prove himself to: you.

theo puts the watch back down onto his bedside unit, kicking his shoes off and laying down. he turns over, laying on his side as he brings teddy up to his face, taking a deep breath.

teddy smells just like you.

that night, theo falls asleep with the little bear in his arms, and it's the most peaceful sleep he's had in months.

...

the night goes by and theo doesn't visit your dorm like you'd hoped. you walk into the great hall for breakfast gnawing on your bottom lip, your stomach a mess of anxiety, and sit down in your original seat. but theo's remains empty.

what you don't know is that the moment is still playing heavy in his mind. since he found the bear, theo hasn't been able to think about anything else. that bear. the watch. you.

he paces backwards and forwards around the slytherin common room, trying to convince himself and hype himself up to talk to you. yet, the more he thinks about it, the more nervous he gets. he's been trying to avoid confronting his feelings for so long, but now that they're right there, plaguing his morning, he can't deny it anymore.

he doesn't want to lose you.

you've always been right by his side, it was as if you were made for one another. you took your first steps together, said your first words beside one another, learned to ride bikes together and to fly brooms. you were side by side, everywhere. and he's been taking that for granted.

theodore nott had always prided himself on being stoic, a cool-head, but right now, as he paces the slytherin common room, missing breakfast, he has no idea what to do.

you've been trying to keep yourself distracted all morning. you've spent most of it with pansy and blaise, forcing yourself not to think about theo or teddy. surely, if he cares and wants to fix stuff, he would be here, wouldn't he? he would've showed up at your dorm last night, or been at breakfast.

it was a stupid idea. you look like an idiot now.

you're sat on a bench in the courtyard, staring at the clouds that drift lazily across the sky. it's a bit windy, and you brush your hair out your face and behind your ears as you tap your foot on the group. your thoughts are interrupted when you hear footsteps approaching.

instinctively, you tense, but then, you see him. theo.

your heart skips a beat. you quickly look away, pretending to focus on something else, but you know he's standing there. there's a moment of awkward silence before theo finally speaks. his voice is quieter than usual, tinged with something soft. vulnerable.

"y/n..."

you don't look at him, trying to focus on the clouds. if you look at him, you know that your stomach is going to try and eat itself, "what's up, theo?"

he wordlessly rounds the bench, standing in front of you. he's a few steps away, but he's tall enough that he casts a shadow over you and blocks your view of the clouds above. he wants to speak, but the words are stuck in his throat.

finally, he takes a breath. he clenches his fists softly, as if they help him to keep his cool and ground him to his spot. he has to say it. he can't keep running and letting this distance keep growing between you two. he needs to say it now, because he knows he won't have this courage forever.

"i'm sorry," his voice somehow firm, yet soft. his words are fast, flying out of his mouth as if he has a million and one things to say and only ten seconds, "for everything. for pushing you away, for acting better than you, for thinking the badge was more important."

you look up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. you open your mouth to speak, but theo doesn't give you time to form a sentence.

"y/n," he continues, his words still rushed, "you've always been more than just my best friend. i've been too blind to see it but i love you. i always have."

your breath catches in your throat. your brain feels like it's short circuiting, because it struggles to fathom whether this is real or just a dream. you search his face for any hint of uncertainty, but you find none.

"i don't know when it happened," theo says, looking away, shaking his head, voice quieter now, "but i can't pretend i don't feel it anymore. i don't want to lose you. not as a friend, not as anything."

your heart pounds against your ribs, the words crashing through you like a wave. you blink, so surprised that you aren't even sure if this is a hallucination.

"you...you love me?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. the question sounds and feels silly, but you have to ask. you need confirmation.

theo nods, his gaze never leaving yours. his chest rises and falls rapidly, and whether it's excitement, adrenaline or panic, you're both not sure. he speaks again, his words fast, "more than i can explain. i was too scared to admit it but i don't want to keep pretending like we're just 'friends' anymore. these last few months have been horrible, and i...i can't do this without you, y/n."

you stand up slowly, legs shaky as you put your weight on them. you step closer to him, your chests only an inch away from one another. the tension between you two is so think it feels like you're magnetised.

for a brief moment, neither of you say a word. you just stand there, looking up, with theo looking down at you, blue eyes soft. the weight of his confession hangs over you both.

then, you smile softly. it's small, uncertain, but it seems to melt the rest of the tension that fills the space around you.

"you don't know how much i needed to hear that," you say quietly, almost to yourself, "i've been scared, too. i didn't know if i was still what you needed."

theo moves forward very slightly, and any space that had been between you two is gone in an instant. his hand lands on your shoulder gently, and it sends sparks down your body, "you're everything i've ever needed."

your heart rattles as a tear threatens to fall from the corner of your eye, shaking your head lightly, "i don't want us to be apart again, theo. never again."

theo's hand gently comes up and lands on your cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin of your face. his eyes look at you with warmth and sincerity, "we won't be. i'm never letting you go again."

and then, without thinking, without a second of hesitation, theo leans forward, and and gently presses his lips against yours.

it isn't a kiss full of need, desire or fire or urgency, but it's gentle. the kiss speaks volumes: stability, comfort, a silent promise that he's always been there, and he will remain to be there. a vow never to leave you.

when you two pull away from one another, theo smiles softly. his hand moves to tuck a piece of your hair behind your eyes, his eyes warm and his voice soft, "we'll figure it out. together."

you have a small smile on your face as you nod gently. content and happiness fills every cell of your body as you look at the boy, who looks at you with softness and warmth.

maybe you two weren't back to normal, but this was better. and you would never drift apart again.

[caramelcal]

trouble, teddies and tethers 2

summary: you and theo are now stuck in this new, uncharted territory where, for the first time in your life, you feel like you don't know him anymore. theo needs to decide what's more important to him: being a prefect or admitting to himself that these feelings he has for you aren't friendly. no, they're much more than that.

read the first part here. and the rest of my theo works here.

word count: 3.9k a/n: haven't proofread yet, soz guys!!

this night had taken you by total surprise. while you had known that theo's mother's birthday was coming up, you totally forgot that it was so soon. maybe it was because you had barely seen theo in weeks, much less spoken to him. you guys always went to hogsmeade to pick out the nicest flowers for her, but that was a tradition that had been broken this time.

instead, theo showed up with some drooping lilies, and you showed up with a new book that you thought she'd like. dinner started shortly after, the four of you: you, theo, your mother and his, all around the table. just like you guys done every year since you were born.

the husbands weren't allowed to join, it was a mother's and children's day, they had always said. yet, you were kind of wanting someone to talk to. you pushed and fidgeted with the napkin that had been laid out for you by the nott's house elf.

chatter filled the room, but not from you, or theo. it was your mothers, laughing, gossiping. you sat to the left of theo's mother, with theo across from you, sat next to the right of your mother. all you wanted was to eat your food, smile politely, and make up an excuse to get out of here.

don't get you wrong, you loved your mother, and you loved theo's. hell, she was your second mother. she had looked after you, blowing your nose when you were sick, bringing you medicine and chastised you just as much as your own mother had growing up. she had braided your hair, tucked you in. loved you like her own. it was nothing to do with her that made you want to leave.

it was him that was the problem.

your eyes flickered up to look at the boy who honestly filled you with anger every time you looked at him now. he was fidgeting about with his cutlery too, adam's apple bobbing when he notices you staring. his eyes flutter up to meet yours for a second, but it's only a moment before they're back down, staring at his plate which has suddenly become very interesting.

when your eyes go down, a soft frown falling onto your face, blue eyes are looking at you, too. soft, sad. but no words are spoken, no smiles shown, no understanding glances or jokes. silence.

it isn't long before your mothers are noticing. their chatter dies down, small glances darting between the two of you who look at the table cloth like it's the most interesting thing you've ever seen. the two older women glance at each other, a knowing glance that conveys words and meaning in silence.

"you two are awfully chatty tonight," theo's mum gives a soft smile, as if it is a joke. you give her a smile back, but it's forced, and your eyes drop back to the table. theo acts like he didn't hear it.

the lack of response is enough to let your mothers know that something is wrong. an unsettling feeling hits them as they share another glance, this time a lot more concerned.

your mum is the next to speak, soft voice, calm, "everything okay?"

her eyes filter between the two of you, waiting to see who the first to break the silence between the two of you will be. it's you first, "yeah."

"yes, fine."

the two dismissals in quick succession, short, cold, to the point, certainly aren't convincing. you two couldn't convince a stranger you two were fine, never mind your mothers, who knew you both inside out.

the silence is suffocating, and you try to distract yourself, fingers twisting and touching the soft cloth that covers the table once more. you pull on a loose thread, fingers tracing the sewn on pattern. theo coughs, as if trying to get rid of the awkwardness from his throat from the way his chest feels tight. his shoulders tense.

"right, what's going on between you two?" theo's mother's voice isn't interrogating. it's soft, laced with motherly concern. she leans forward a little, and when you try to avoid eye contact, a soft touch lands on the side of your face.

you pull your face up, looking at the concerned blue eyes of philomena nott. from the look in your eyes, her face contorts into one of even more concern. theo looks up in panic, as if you're about to bore his deepest secrets.

"just been busy, homework, exam prep," you look away as you speak, muttering. yet, as you continue on, your eyes filter towards theo as you finish, "prefect stuff."

it feels like a dig to him, his jaw clenching slightly. there's an unspoken anger in the air, one that you and him can feel, but your mothers can't. they can feel the tension, the rift, but not the fact you want to slap theo in the face and kiss him at the same time.

"but you two are usually attached at the hip," your mother adds in, hand going onto the table as she looks between the two of you. you and theo are staring at one another as she speaks, eyes swimming in anger, frustration, misunderstanding and unspoken words. she speaks again softly, "but tonight..."

your mother trails off, both older women looking between the two of you in concern. your throat feels full of thorns, and the silence that is held in the air is suffocating. you know you need to say something, but where do you even start? how can you say just enough that they back off, but not enough that will get you in tears?

your tense shoulders manage to shrug, mouth dry as you speak, "i guess we've just grown apart."

you try to say it as if it's casual. as if that's an okay thing to happen. because for most friends, it was okay to grow apart. but that wasn't you and theo. you knew it, he knew it, they knew it.

"you two have been together since you guys could walk, it's hard to imagine you apart," philomena's words are soft but laced with a deep sadness that squeezes your heart.

it's disappointment. you can feel it in your bones.

her hand reaches over to clasp over yours, a comforting move in this silent standoff between you and her son.

"things are just different now," theo finally speaks, his words almost as monotone as snape's are in potions.

"are you sure this is about school stuff?" your mother speaks again, gentle as always. it's as if she's being so gentle that she knows if she interrogates too heavily something will break. and that something is your patience with theodore, "this doesn't just seem like school stuff."

"we're just...not the same anymore," you respond, your voice barely a whisper, "i don't know how to explain it, but every time i look at him, it's like i'm looking at a stranger."

theo physically flinches when you say that. a stranger. his eyes flash with vulnerability, and this time, for the first time in over a month, it stays there. he doesn't mask it.

blue eyes are swimming with sadness, shoulders slumped over, and when he speaks, his words as sad, "i'm trying to juggle a lot here, it's hard."

"you think it's easy for me?" your voice is shaking when you speak, throat almost closing as you try to keep the tears at bay, "it's not just you that's having a hard time with this, theo. i'm watching the person i thought i knew disappear right in front of me."

the room falls silent for a few moments. the clock ticks on the far wall. the house elf's feet pattern quietly as they rush to clear the plates that you have finished. you hear your mother take a breath in. your eyebrows pull together, a motion you can't help as you try to see through the tears that beg to build up in your eyes.

"theo, darling, you've always been a bit...stubborn," philomena is the first one to break the silence as she turns her attention towards her son. her eyes and voice are both light, patient, caring. "but you can't let a title change who you are or who you've always been to the people who matter."

theo swallows heavily as he looks at his mother, patient with her as she speaks. he doesn't cry, and his eyes don't even noticeably get glassy, but there's a slight redness to the side of them. he's tired, unbelievably exhausted of all this.

he wishes you two could just go back to the way you were.

"i know you both care about each other. you've grown up together, and that doesn't just go away. don't let this, whatever this is, drive a wedge between you."

...

heavy silence engulfs theo's room, and it suffocates him. he lies on his back, eyes widen open, staring at the ceiling as he has done so for the last hour. his mind, however, isn't focused on the shadows over his head but on you, replaying your words at the dinner, seeing your eyes, hearing your voice.

'it's like i'm looking at a stranger'

the words echo and replay in his head, over and over and over again. it's stuck on repeat, like a constant reminder of how far things have gotten out of control. he tightens his jaw, screwing his eyes shut as if he could somehow block the sight of your face, hurt and betrayed, out. it doesn't work.

a stranger.

a breath escapes him, shaky, uncertain.

everything is so wrong, so fucked up. how had he let this get so out of control? he sits up in his bed, running his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. he hates this, hates that it's come to this. he used to be able to talk to you about anything, everything. you'd laugh together, tell each other things you'd never tell anyone else. hell' if you guys were on good terms, you'd be here right now. in his room.

theo exhales sharply. he knows he's been trying to bury it all - the growing distance between you two, feeling like he doesn't know who he is anymore, the ache in his chest every time he thinks about you. it doesn't work. it never works.

he knows the problem. he's been so wrapped up in this prefect stuff, trying to prove something to everyone and himself that he's been pushing you away. that was never supposed to happen. he was just trying to be fair, not show favourites.

he never thought it'd come to this. the thought you looking at him like that, calling him a stranger. his heart feels like it's been squeezed out his chest.

that's not how i see you, he thinks. he bites his lip. i never want to be a stranger to you. i never wanted that.

theo knows he's been distant, but not that distant. he doesn't want to be the type of person to push his favourite people away. you don't deserve to feel like a stranger.

the weight of his prefect responsibilities, the rules he's being forced to enforce, the expectations people have of him now, they've been changing him. he has become someone different, someone you don't recognise.

he's become this person who stares at you across the dinner table and can't find the right words, can't find the person you need him to be.

yet, it isn't even the worst part.

the worst part is the realisation that, in all of this, he's been terrified. terrified of losing you, terrified of what it means if he hasn't balance everything all at once. what really scared him as that he's been pushing you away when he should be holding you tighter.

that's when it hits him.

it's not just losing the friendship, it's different. the feeling settles in his chest, and it's undeniable. he's been ignoring it for a while, but the truth was that he cared about you more than anyone else, and it's not friendship. it's something deeper something he has never admitted, even to himself.

because why was the one thing his fingers itched to do, was leave the room, march to your room, and lean down and finally connect your lips together?

his heart stutters at the thought. the idea of you drifting away feels like it's tearing him inside out, and it isn't just friendship, it's the bond that goes beyond that. beyond anything he's ever had with anyone.

his throat tightens, his breath shallow, as if the weight of this realisation is too much to bear. theo knows he can't go on like this, pushing you away, hiding behind the excuse of responsibilities. if he doesn't fix it soon, he risks losing you forever.

he didn't just want you as his friend anymore. he wanted you as something more, something he's scared to say out loud, that maybe he's been in love with you for longer than he ever realised.

how the fuck does he fix this?

or was it too late? was he just a stranger now?

...

the room buzzes with chatter as students settle into their seats. theo is already there, light bags under his eyes. his thoughts had been too much for him last night, plaguing his mind, stopping him from sleeping. his fingers tap on the desk, but his mind is a million miles away.

your words still echo in his head. a stranger.

his eyes shoot up as you walk in with blaise, laughing. your laugh makes his heart flutter, a laugh he hadn't heard in what feels like forever. he'd missed it. his eyes watch as you take your seat beside him, the same seat you'd held all year. when you sit down, the laughter dies, and the silence fills the space between the two of you.

the silence is suffocating him, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but feel hurt.

the professor speaks, but he doesn't really listen. his mind is preoccupied, too caught up in his thoughts as his gaze flickers to you for a second. you're so close, your presence so familiar, the same smell of your perfume lingering in the air. yet, the distance between the two of you feels unbearable.

his heart races as he watches you pick up your quill, the tip of it hovering over your parchment, and he can't help but wonder how things got so far off track. you're right there, yet you're so far away.

the task is announced, but neither of you speak right away. with his mind a mess, theo fidgets with his own parchment. it feels like he's holding his breath, hoping you'll be the one to break the ice.

then, you do. he almost misses it, your voice, so quiet.

"i miss you, theo."

the words are soft, a confession, and they're so soft that theo wonders if he dreams them. but they're real, and they make his chest tighten in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. you don't look at him, scribbling on your parchment absentmindedly.

he doesn't answer, he can't. there's a lump in hi throat and a rush of guilt and regret he can't push down. instead, you clear your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. it's like you're trying to fill the silence, but it's hard when he doesn't say anything to help.

"do you ever regret it?" you ask, voice small and fragile. you don't look up, because you know if you look at him, all the emotions you have will rise to the surface, and you don't want to cry like a baby in the middle of transfiguation.

he knows what you're talking about, if he regrets becoming a prefect. if he regrets that everything has changed.

theo wants to say something, say that he misses you and that he wants things to go back to normal. but not that normal, he wants closeness with you, but in a different way. the words get caught in his throat. what should he even say?

he thinks about the last few months, the way he's pulled away, the way everything is different now.

"no, i dont regret it," he panics. even to his own ears, the response sounds hollow. it feels wrong.

of course he fucking regrets it.

you don't respond immediately, but he can feel your eyes on him, your gaze sharp as if you're searching and can see right through his lie. his heart skips a beat, and he shifts in his seat. he's lying to you and he know it.

your eyes narrow, lips pressing together in a way that he knows is because you're not convinced. you're doing your suspicious face. his stomach churns, guilt gnawing at him.

finally, after a beat of silence, he can't take it anymore. he can't keep pretending like he doesn't regret every moment of this.

"y/n," your name falls off his lips like a plead, "i'm sorry for how i've been acting, for shutting you out."

you don't look at him, and you don't even react at first. theo wonders if you even heard him. if you're so in your thoughts like he's been that you've tuned his words out. you keep scribbling on your parchment, your fingers fidgeting nervously.

he hates that he can't even get you to look at him for longer than two seconds anymore.

"i didn't mean to push you away," he continues, his voice quieter, softer, "i've been so caught up in trying to prove myself that i've forgotten what's really important."

you.

still nothing. no response. not even a glance up from your parchment.

his heart beats so violently against his ribs that he wonders if you maybe hear it. you're sitting right next to him, and yet, it's like you are a million miles away. the silence is an unbearable weight.

"i know i messed up," his words tumble out in a rush, and every sentence is a plead just to get you to respond to him, to say something, "i've been treating you like a stranger and i don't want that. i don't want to lose you."

finally, theo gets what he wants. you turn your head, and your eyes meet his blue. your eyes are sad, distant, but they aren't angry, not like how they've been recently. but they're still nothing like how they used to be.

it's like something inside of you has already came to terms with the idea that whatever you and theo had, it was gone.

"i don't think you're losing me," you say quietly, and he holds onto every word. you swallow thickly, "i think i've already lost you."

theo feels his stomach drop to the floor. his mind spins, the room upside down, then too small that it feels like he suffocates in it. the words feel like they stab him in the chest, and twist the knife.

"what do you mean?" he's breathless, voice laced with desperation.

you let out a small, almost unnoticeable, sad breath.

"you've changed theo," your voice is thick with emotion, soft but firm, "we both have. i get it, you don't want to break the rules anymore. you don't want to take risks."

your eyes flutter down to your lap, where you pick at your fingernails anxiously. you shake your head. you're just as exhausted and sad as he is.

"i don't think you like that about me anymore. i don't think you like who i am anymore."

your words hit him like a punch. it hurts even more because you aren't angry at him, you aren't shouting and screaming, you're sad. that hurts worse than he ever could have imagined. theo feels like the floor is about to fall from beneath him.

"i didn't want us to change," you continue on, words coming out in a ramble. you still can't look at him, but his blue eyes are focused on you, capturing every detail, "you were always the one who saw me for who i really was, who knew me better than i knew myself. but now? now it just feels like..."

you trail off, your eyes distant.

theo's heart clenches, his chest tight as he realises that this was his fault. he pushed you away, and now he doesn't know how to fix it.

"you don't understand," your voice cracks as you speak, "i can't be the person you want me to be, theo. i enjoy going out after curfew and joking about with our friends. i get that you're different now, you want to follow the rules and that's fine. but it isn't who i am, and it isn't who we used to be together."

the words hang in the air, and theo struggles to take them in. it feels like you're slipping further away from him, and nothing is certain anymore. you two used to be certain, set in stone, and it feels fruitless now.

you thought he didn't like you anymore, and that killed him inside. because he loved who you were. he was annoyed he hadn't shown you that.

"i'm sorry," he apologises, voice softer, more vulnerable this time, "i really didn't mean to make you feel like you had to change. i don't want you to change. i just...don't know how to make things right."

you blink, your eyes glistening with tears that threaten to fall. you don't let them, because you knew if you do, they would never stop. you look at him, eyes meeting blue. your face is filled with so much unspoken pain that theo's chest tightens. it hurts to look at you like this.

"i wish i could believe you," your voice is so quiet he almost doesn't hear it.

theo opens his mouth to speak again, but he's interrupted by the chatter from fellow students as they get up and begin to move around. transfiguration was over.

you look around, eyes darting around the room as you take a deep, sharp breath in. the tension breaks between the two of you. the noise and bustle of the other students is loud and disorienting, and you gather your things in silence.

theo watches you as you stand up, his heart heavy with all the things he wants to confess to you, all the things he didn't manage to say, what he hasn't managed to find the words for yet. all the unsaid.

you pause, just for a second, books tight to your chest as if they hold you together. you don't look back at him, and you leave the room without another word.

theo watches you walk away, the ache in his chest unbearable. the weight of what he has just lost crashing down on him. his chest aches and for the first time, he feels completely and utterly lost. he doesn't know how to fix this, how to make you see that he still likes loves you for who you are. he doesn't know how to become the person that deserves you.

but he knows one thing. the person he is becoming isn't the one worthy of you. and that, that feeling, that thought, the realisation. it burns.

[caramelcal]

trouble, teddies and tethers prefect!theo childhoodbsf!theo.

wc: 5.8k

summary: theodore signed up as a joke to be a prefect, but when he actually gets the position, things change. now, all he seems to care about is enforcing the rules, desperate to prove himself. what used to be a lifelong relationship filled with love has now turned into one of chastisement and disappointment.

a/n: part 2 will be coming, i fear. haven't proofread yet, whoops x

smoke was pushed out of theodore's mouth, a bottle of beer sat between his legs as he lazed on the couch in the slytherin common room. you guys were all drunk - draco, pansy, blaise, you and theodore.

it isn't long before before you all are up, and out the common room, not caring that it's past curfew. giggles escape your mouth as you run through the halls, trying your best to evade the gryffindor prefect that you know is patrolling the halls tonight. draco has pansy over his shoulder against her will, and she's slamming her fists playfully off his back. draco swings around to face you and theodore, who are lagging behind him with a grin.

with hands clasped together, theodore tugs you along to catch up with your friends, smiles held on both your faces.

"these fuckin' prefects man," blaise says as he ducks out the way, pushing you against the wall so you guys don't get caught by the gryffindor prefect, their footsteps echoing throughout the hall.

your throat begs to giggle, something you struggle to control, and something that has gotten you caught before. quickly, a hand comes over to cover your mouth, eyes flickering up to look at theo, your best friend, who silently puts his other hand up to his lips, making a 'shhh' motion.

soon enough, the gryffindor passes by, and you guys are in the clear again, running in the halls, giggling, trying your best not to get caught, but at the same time, not really caring. it isn't until pansy is out of breath, stopping with her back against a wall that you and your friends look around.

right next to pansy's head is a sign-up sheet, and up the top it says 'prefect sign-up' in cursive letters. draco smirks, pointing a finger over the sheet as an idea pops into his head.

"one of us should sign up," his idea receives laughter from blaise and a giggle from pansy, as if it was the most stupid idea.

"really, malfoy?" blaise laughs, "one of us as a prefect? can you seriously see like, theo, for example, with that silly badge on 'you! detention! you're up past curfew!"

the group laughs at blaise's interpretation of a stuck-up prefect. but draco just shrugs his shoulders, grin still on his face, "think about it, with slytherin's prefect not caring about curfews and stuff, we could do shit like this, and late night quidditch practices without getting caught."

suddenly, draco's idea doesn't sound too bad. the group all look around at each other before their gazes land on theo, as if he's been voted to be the one to sign himself up. theo is drunk, so it takes him a second to process why his friends were all looking at him. when he does, his smile etches into seriousness.

"no, no," theo said, shaking his head.

"oh come on theo, it's a laugh," the group all join in on encouraging the boy.

"come on teddy, it would be funny," you encourage.

he looks down at you, quirking an eyebrow, and silence falls between your group as if he's finally considering the idea. he lets out a soft sigh, looking at the sheet.

"anyone got a pen?"

that was months ago, before summer, and before you guys start your new school year. turns out, that moment where theo drunkenly signed up, and forgot about by the next morning, hadn't been forgotten by the school.

in fact, he was the only slytherin that signed up at all, somehow. so, he got it. with a slack jaw, theo has a prefect badge put in his hand, and your friends all snigger.

theodore had always been your partner in crime since you learned how to walk, doing everything together, carrying out 'mischievous' heists like sneaking about in the nott manor trying not to get caught.

yet, above all else, above all the mischief and games, theodore nott was stubborn. the second he heard people whispering in the hallways that he was going to be horrible at this, he had something to prove.

you were in his dorm, silence engulfing the two of you as you smooth out his cloak. touching his prefect badge, you look up at him. he's obviously nervous, thinking himself that he's going to do a bad job.

"you're going to do great," you comfort, leaning up to lay a soft kiss to the boy's cheek.

...

it isn't until the second friday of term that you realise that this prefect thing is more serious for theo than you originally thought. you hadn't seen him all day, something about prefect meetings and homework, but that was alright. your group always came to the library after hours on a friday, because it was the day of the week that the slytherin prefect was on duty, roaming, and you guys knew they wouldn't rat you out. as long as you didn't make too much of a ruccus.

it'd be much easier with theo as prefect as well, wouldn't it?

"i'm telling you, theo being prefect is going to make stuff so much easier," draco says as he leans back, swinging on the back legs of his chair, popping some grapes into his mouth.

blaise props himself up to sit on one of the library tables, letting out a small laugh of agreement. you nod your head as you walk over to them, "only thing it means is he can't join us on our friday library sessions anymore."

"nah," pansy waves her hand about, as if dismissing the idea, "he'll still pop in for bits, considering he's actually allowed to roam."

"speaking of," draco gestures over to the door of the library, which opens.

your head whips around with a smile, looking forward to seeing your favourite boy. you go to walk toward him, mouth opening to greet him.

yet, he is the first to speak, "oi! everyone out."

he rocks back and forward on his heels, as if he feels awkward. no one responds. you let out a little laugh at his joke as you get closer, going to give him a hug.

"i'm not getting in trouble for you guys to sit in the library, when you can do that in the common room," you halt your movement towards your best friend as you realise he might be being serious.

when you take a second to look at him, you notice that he doesn't look playful like normal, and it takes you back a little. behind you, your friends look at each other, sharing glances, confused. then, they look to you, as if you should know why theo is kicking them out. after all, you were supposed to know everything about him, weren't you?

but he was joking, wasn't he?

you guys had been doing this tradition for three years now. the last thing you would be expecting to stop it was theo fearing getting caught.

theo's voice is shaky when he speaks next, "out now or i'll have to issue detentions."

you let out a laugh, because that was definitely a joke. but he isn't joking. his eyes remain on the faraway wall, serious, and your smile falls into a frown.

your voice is quiet when you speak, "what?"

"out now or i'll give you detention." he clears his throat, eyes still on the wall, refusing to look at you.

"seriously?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing. theo finally looks at you, blue eyes staring at you as you look at him with surprise, "we're not allowed to have fun anymore?"

"in the common room, sure. but not in the library after hours."

the room falls silent, and theo looks away from you once more.

draco sucks in a breath letting out a small 'right' as he stands up, pushing his chair in. blaise wordlessly jumps down off his position sitting on the table and pansy picks up her bag, all wearing matching expressions of both confusion and disappointment.

draco walks by first, not saying anything to theo, then blaise, then pansy. you stay staring right at him, silently begging him to meet your gaze, but he remains stubborn. finally, you give up, turning away and leaving too, leaving theo standing there as you all head back to your dorms.

...

the next time theo's prefect-ness gets on your nerves is you guys are having a small party. there's maybe only ten or so of you there, theo again skipping out due to prefect duties. you can feel the alcohol buzzing at your veins as you giggle with pansy, talking about anything and everything, mostly stupid stuff.

draco and blaise are speaking with some other slytherin guys that were in your year. laughs fill the room, with music playing in the background.

the door to the common room opens, and theo wanders in. you don't notice him at first, not really expecting him to be there. after all, you knew he was on rounds. what you didn't realise was that it was already nearly 2am, and his rounds were pretty much complete.

in fact, no one notices theo until the music halts. then, every eye is on him.

"party's over."

groans sound out through the room, and a frown falls onto your face as you look at theo, but he isn't looking at you. his face remains stoic, "you guys are disturbing the first years."

it had always been the other way around, you reminding him that he couldn't be playfighting with draco or screaming at the top of his lungs katy perry -a muggle singer he was particularly fond of- at 4am. pansy and you share a look of concern.

"lighten up a bit, eh, nott?" a voice, not one from your group, sounds out throughout the room.

blaise stands up, grabbing a beer and opening the cap, putting it towards him. his voice is quiet, but you're nearby so you can hear him. his words are soft, "c'mon, have a drink."

theo's hands don't move from beneath his cloak, his cold blue eyes filtering down to the bottle his friend holds out to him like a peace offering, then back up to his face, "it's past curfew."

"get to bed. everyone."

grumbles escape out of pretty much everyone, a few sighs as people get up and begin to tidy up after themselves, shaking their heads. you share an incredulous look with pansy, who is equally taken aback, and something almost clicks in your head.

theo has changed.

you couldn't count how many times it was sunrise, and he was still refusing to go to bed. or how many times he grabbed you by the waist, holding you down in a hug to make you stay up when you said you were going to bed. or how many times you had to put him to bed and tuck him in, however difficult it was to try and manhandle the boy who was taller than you.

you used to be the one teasing him about being a rule breaker, but now, you're just another student who needs to follow the rules.

"really?" you ask, eyes narrowing at the tall boy.

"yes," he responds coldly, not missing a beat as his cold eyes land on you, "and you should be the one setting a better example."

...

the common room is much quieter than usual. it's an evening, the sun has long since set, and the fire in front of you crackles lazily, shadows casting across the room. everyone's scattered, barely even speaking to each other which is unusual for your group, but you are too lost in your thoughts to really care.

with knees pulled up to your chest, your eyes focus on the orange blazing flames and the sound of burning wood that manages to keep the common room warm. your arms are wrapped around your knees, pulling them closer to your chest as if you're hugging yourself. your fingers are trailing absentmindedly over the material that covers your body. one of theo's jumpers.

it wasn't unusual for you to wear one of theo's jumpers, because for some reason the feeling of being engulfed in the sweet mixed smell of his very expensive aftershave and cigarettes brought comfort to you. and it helped bite back the bitterness of the air normally.

however, today it felt different. as you rubbed it between your fingers, your heart twisted a little, frown on your face. you wanted him here, in the spot beside you. but he was never here anymore. and what was even worse is you had no idea where he was.

you missed him.

"where's theo?" pansy asks, her voice low, calm, as she sinks into the couch beside you. her legs are curled underneath her as she looks at you with delicate eyes.

you sigh, eyes flickering up to glance at the clock on the faraway wall, if you pay attention you can hear the small clicks as the arms move, reminding you that time ticks on and he still isn't here. it's well past curfew, and you haven't seen him since dinner over five hours ago.

and now it was getting to the time where frustration settled in and you weren't sure if you wanted to see him.

"he's probably off doing rounds again," you mutter, trying to play it cool, but your words are laced with a bitterness that is easy to catch, "he's a prefect now, after all. he's got duties."

your gaze focuses on your fingernails, which you have subconsciously began to bite. pansy raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, almost sympathetic smile.

she could remember how your face contorted into one of hurt when theo said you should've been setting a better example. now, you guys were struggling to speak to each other, something that had always come easy to you both.

since pansy had met you and theo in first year, there was never a second you guys were apart, and it was clear it had been like that forever. an idea of a world where you two weren't best friends was something that had never even crossed her mind before. it was a given.

"you're not still upset about that, are you?" pansy's words are soft, eyes comforting.

you don't answer at first. instead, you look away, back at the fire that burns orange. yet, inside, you are full of frustration. the last few weeks have been rough, basically unbearable. theo's transformation into this "perfect" prefect has put a massive rift in between you two, and you hated it.

you'd been trying to act cool, like it didn't bother you, ignoring the way he's distanced himself from the group, acting like he's above you all now. he's stopped joining you in the library, he won't hang out anymore after curfew, the way he'd told you that you should be setting a better example. it was like a kick in the teeth.

he had been acting like he was above you all now, and maybe that was the point he was trying to make. that he wants to be better than you all.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when the door to the common room creaks open, and you don't need to turn around to know who it is. only one person would get away with being out after curfew with theo's iron first ruling over you all.

theo himself.

yet, even though you're trying to ignore him, and act like this new attitude and persona he's been upkeeping isn't bothering you, when he walks by your group with not as much as a 'hello', you can't help yourself. he couldn't even bring himself to greet you guys anymore.

you shoot up to your feet, following behind the boy with soft steps. you call gently, "theo."

he stops, turning around and his blue eyes meet yours. he doesn't say a word, so you speak again, "how long are you gonna keep this up?"

ignoring you. acting like he was better. you were tired, exhausted, and it feels like you've lost the happiness that gets you up in the morning. theo. your theo.

"what's the problem?" he sighs, and his face shows little sign of warmth. he's tired, exhausted, and it looks like the way he feels like that is because of you.

where was the care he had always held for you?

"what's the problem?" you echo, almost incredulous, "you've been avoiding us for weeks, you're not fun anymore."

"so i'm not fun anymore because i stopped breaking rules?" theo asks, quirking an eyebrow. his voice is calm, level, but you can feel the exhaustion that floods through the undertone of his voice.

"what happened to the theo that used to push me to stay up late, to break curfew, the one that didn't care about the self-righteousness of being a prefect?"

your words are full of hurt, and your heart aches and twists. it especially hurts when you know he knows you're hurt, but he doesn't comfort you like he used to. he had changed.

he doesn't offer any comfort, nothing. just shrugs his shoulders, answering simply, "and now i do care."

you stare at the boy in front of you, the one you had known since the first time you opened your eyes. yet, he isn't that boy. that theo isn't there. the theo that used to do heists into his mother's kitchen to steal her cookies, the theo that helped calm you down after you woke up from nightmares, a common thing when you were younger. the theo that used to put plasters on the same place you had hurt on yourself, mirroring it on him, so you didn't feel embarrassed. that theo was gone.

you shake your head, mouth slightly agape, staring at the taller boy with nothing but pain in your eyes.

"someone needs to care, make things right and keep order."

"oh because abandoning your friends is right, isn't it? acting like we don't matter is right," you snap, hands curling into small fists, "you think you're better than me now, don't you? better than all of us. just because you've got that stupid badge. you've turned into someone else, i barely even recognise you anymore."

theo's expression falters just for a moment. his cold indifference is broken, a flicker of guilt in his eyes, eyebrows pulling together, but as quick as it appeared, he wipes it away; masked by his cold demeanor. he crosses his arms, taking a deep breath.

his eyes filter away from you, as if not seeing the hurt that flashes on your face will make the words any nicer, "maybe i am better now. maybe i don't have time for this -time for you- anymore."

your heart stops. it's like a slap in the face. your brain barely computes that those words just came out of his mouth.

"what?" your voice is quiet, and could not be any more loaded with hurt which sinks deeper into your body. your body practically deflates as you take a step back, away from him, "so that's it? we're nothing to you anymore?"

"i didn't say that," he responds quickly, but you know any comfort that he could possibly say, any words he can muster now, it won't make up for the coldness in his gaze, "i'm just-"

"no," you interrupt him, your voice rising. theo's eyes snap up from the ground you meet yours, surprised at your tone. you had never raised your voice at him before, "you don't get to say 'just' anything. i get it, theo. you think you're better than all of us now. you've changed, and you don't care about us anymore. you don't care about me."

the last sentence is quiet again, a mutter. there's a long pause, your chest heaving in anger and hurt and betrayal. your eyes stare, wild, at theo, for him to say anything, anything at all that would salvage what you feel is gone.

for a brief moment, theo looks like he might say anything, his mouth opening, but the words don't come. instead, he looks away, shaking his head.

"i'm sorry," he says quietly, almost too quietly for you to hear. but you do hear him. he doesn't wait for a response, not even looking at you before turning toward the door.

you watch him go, your heart heavy with the realization that this might be the end of a relationship that once felt invincible.

...

you barely get any sleep that night. your eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling that lays above your bed. he had no time for you anymore. the same boy that had promised to always be by your side, the boy you had taken your first steps beside, the boy who spoke his first word beside you.

breakfast time arrives faster than you'd hoped. you pull your robes on haphazardly, the top button of your shirt undone, tie only loose around your neck. you know you've gotten up late, and that everyone else will be in the great hall, already munching away by the time you enter.

when you do enter, and begin to walk to your group, your mouth fills with a bitter taste. there's a seat waiting for you, your designated seat since first year, right beside theo. you can see the back of his head, leading down to take a bite of whatever he is eating.

you don't really think before you divert your journey, walking around to the other side, until you are just behind blaise.

"oi, budge up," blaise turns around to make eye contact with you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as if you'd asked it in a foreign language. you tilt your head, face fully serious.

blaise finally somehow seems to register what you've asked from him. wordlessly, his eyes filter from your usual seat, empty, with a plate ready, one that theo had set for you, as he did every morning. then, to theo, who is already looking up, blue eyes swimming with so many emotions that you can't be bothered to place, then to pansy, and then back to you.

"anytime today, zabini. i'd like to eat before potions," blaise doesn't say anything, scooching over, letting you sit down between him and pansy.

glances are given between all the members at the table, apart from you. you can feel the glances, the confusion, the awkwardness, but you act as if you don't. your eyes look at the food in front, pulling the plate from your usual seat to your new one, and begin filling it with food.

if theodore was going to say he had no time for you anymore, then why should you have time for him?

blue eyes don't move from your figure for the rest of breakfast, thoughts and emotions swirling in a dangerous mix that makes his stomach twist. theo felt sick, and somewhat embarrassed. yes, you were only across the table now, but you felt a million miles away.

...

by the time you finally find it within you to laugh again, it's nearly a week later. endless meals without theo by your side, just glances and stares, chastising words when you're caught after curfew, and just more and more distance between the two of you.

the moon is held high in the sky as your giggles can be heard through the hall. multiple pairs of feet hitting off the ground as you round another corner in the endless corridors of hogwarts. it had been a stressful week, so what else to take the edge off other than a midnight game of quidditch?

for a minute, happiness feels like it surges through your body, a feeling of normality. adrenaline courses through your veins at the feeling of breaking rules; living on the edge.

you all round a corner, nearing closer to the doors that will lead you outside, but just as draco's hand reaches for the big, wooden door, you hear footsteps echoing from the other end of the corridor. with a broom in your hand, your head turns around, and you see that damn prefect uniform.

theo.

his eyes flicker over the group, and you can't quite spot what flashes in his eyes. he nears you all, and the whole group seems stuck on the spot, as if his gaze has frozen you into your places. his eyes then flicker over to you, and they don't move.

you know that you guys are in for some serious shit. this is the third time getting caught in the last two weeks for being out and violating curfew by theo. three strikes. it's detentions, or punishments from dumbledore, serious points taken away from your house.

everyone feels the same, just waiting for the punishment that theo will inevitably hand out. we all know we're in deep, deep shit.

"everyone else back to your dorms," but you, is the silent words that linger in the air. you know you aren't supposed to move from the way that theo's cold stare doesn't move from your eyes.

pansy falters a little, confusion filling her, "you're letting us go?"

"back to your dorms, now."

there's a moment of silence where no one moves, glances shared between everyone apart from you and theo, whose gazes don't budge, staring at one another like a silent battle. you can't help the way you feel your shoulders tense, when the gaze he stares down at you with is cold, not familiar at all.

your friends awkwardly filter away, and then suddenly, it's just the two of you.

theo's hand reaches for the broom that is still held stubbornly in your hand. you both hold it. his words are quiet, but his gaze is hard, "you can't keep doing this."

"doing what?" your voice is like venom, words gritted out between your teeth, "you used to be on my side, you used to understand."

in this moment, you understand that you aren't going to get away from this interaction as unscathed as your friends. he held you to different standards to everyone else, and that infuriated you. it was you that was supposed to be a better example, you that got in trouble for your group sneaking out.

as if you were better than your actions. but there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. it wasn't like you were breaking the law.

"you think i should let you get away with everything because what? we used to be close?" theo's words are like venom, poison that sinks into your brain.

used to be close.

he was right about that, because every time you looked at him now, you didn't recogise who was staring back at you.

"i can't let you away with everything now, y/n. i'm a prefect."

he states it as if you had no idea, as if that stupid badge that shined bright on his cloak hadn't been mocking you for weeks. as if this was new information, as if the second you sewed that badge onto his cloak for him, his whole personality didn't change.

"you think i care about your stupid badge, theodore?" you let out a small, angry laugh, shaking your head, "and now you just think and treat me like i'm some evil delinquent."

"i never said that," he grips tighter onto the broom, yanking it out of your hold, voice defensive, "but you need to understand that things are different now. i need to be fair."

"fair. fair?" you echo him twice, a bitter laugh escaping from between your lips. your eyes narrow, "because it's so fair to let everyone go but me? punishing me for something you used to encourage me to do?"

"it has nothing to do with the past, it's about what's right."

"past. because that's all we are now, isn't it?" theo stays silent, somewhat taken aback by your words, "you don't care about us, only your stupid badge."

angrily, your pointer finger pokes where that stupid, shiny prefect badge sits on his cloak. perfectly polished, on show for everyone to see. theo's body jolts a little at the contact.

"i'm not trying to punish you, i'm trying to protect you."

your eyes move right back up to meet his gaze again, and this time, your eyes are filled with a look he's never seen before. resentment.

"you aren't protecting me, you're pushing me away, theodore."

his blue eyes flash with hurt, and the crack in demeanor is something so familiar to you that it makes your heart clench. your theo is still in there, isn't he? it feels hopeless trying to get the theo you know to rear his head, because this new improved theo thinks he's too good to be the boy you love anymore.

he's quick to mask his hurt, clearing his throat with a cough, clenching his fists around your broom that he has now confiscated. his voice is hard when he next speaks, "go back to your common room, you're lucky i'm letting you away with a warning."

and just like that, any vulnerability is gone. any hope at getting the old theodore back is gone for good because the boy that stands in front of you isn't the boy you knew. he's just a prefect.

he stands his ground, and you stare at him, waiting for just a flicker of the boy you want back, but it doesn't show. finally, you let out a half-laugh as you shake your head. incredulous, you barge by him, knocking his shoulder with as much force as you can muster as you make your way back to the common room.

...

the courtyard is filled with students just after lunch. you didn't have a class next period, a free, and while you planned to go to the library, you found yourself in the need for some fresh air.

you're sat on the grass, not caring about the stains that will inevitably mark your cloak, tie loosened, eyes closed. you can feel their eyes, the eyes of your friends, who all sit in a circle with you. it's only a few days after your last run-in with theo, but you haven't spoke to him since.

"hey," pansy is the one to break the silence, her voice soft, but inquisitive, "what happened between you and theo?"

your stomach twists at the sound of his name. you knew it would eventually come up, you could see the curiosity in their glances when you entered the common room ten minutes after them, and at breakfast the next morning, during classes...

you force your eyes to open to look at them. all three of them are waiting patiently, looking at you as you take a sharp breath inward.

"you know what happened?" your voice is cold, bitter, sharp. before you can even think and refine your words, trying to put them across in a less damaging way, they are spilling from between your lips, "we're not friends anymore."

the words hang between you and your friends, and they sting as they ring in your ears. your eyes flicker between your friends, and a small part of you yearns for one of them to offer you reassurance, tell you some secret about how theo cares about you so deeply, tell you something like he's been under a spell and that's the only reason he looks at you like you don't matter anymore.

those types of reassurances don't come.

they all look just as confused and utterly lost as you. finally, draco clears his throat, "what do you mean? it's not like him to..."

draco trails off, not really sure how to describe theo's recent behaviour. you send him a bitter smile as you look down at the grass beside you, "exactly, because he isn't himself anymore. he only cares about being a prefect now, not any of us."

while the words are bitter as they leave your lips, they're easier to admit than what really bothers you. you miss theo, the real theo. you can't believe all that it took to tear you away from theo was a stupid badge. that your relationship was so fragile; that he'd completely changed. he'd forgotten who he was.

a scream begs to escape your chest, all of these feelings battering against your chests in waves. it almost hurts to keep them inside. and while every time you see that stupid badge it fills you with unexplainable rage, you know it's not just the badge that hurts.

"maybe he doesn't mean to be suck a prick, y/n," blaise adds, his voice careful, "he's a prefect, i guess he can't let us away with stuff anymore."

"don't you get it? i don't care about him being a prefect," you say, your voice trembling with emotions that you don't want to let loose, thoughts about theo that you are too proud to admit right now, "I care about the fact he's-"

you cut yourself off, letting out a sigh as you take your head in your hands. because he's everything to you. the thought, the feelings that you've been crushing down for the last year begs to come to the surface. but you can't have these feelings about theo, he was your best friend.

friends don't feel the way you feel, you know that. but now that you were no longer even friends, it hurt more. especially when you were basically nothing to him now.

you can feel eyes on you, prying, trying to figure out what you were going to say, and you can't take it anymore. you stand abruptly, not trusting yourself to not spill your deepest and darkest thoughts about theo that you only think about in bed at night before you fall asleep.

"i need to go," you mutter, and no one stops you as you go.

you begin to walk towards the courtyard's edge, needing to flee from the unspoken truth that hangs over your head like a grey cloud. your chest tightens. the sound of footsteps draw closer to you, and you look up just in time to see the blue eyes of the boy that occupies your every thought.

his eyes flicker between you and the group.

he was listening.

he didn't mean to, but he had heard enough. enough to understand the bitterness that laced your words, enough to stab his heart and twist the knife when you said you weren't friends, enough to understand that he had hurt you in a way that he wasn't sure if it was repairable.

the words stab him, but he know he can't blame you. it was him that pushed you away, him that said those nasty words about you meaning nothing to him anymore.

your eyes meet for a brief moment, fleeting, vulnerable. the hurt on your face is unmistakable and it makes theo's heart sink. for a second, he thinks you might just say something, but your eyes move sadly to the floor, then, you hesitantly turn back around with stiff shoulders, taking shaky but sure steps away from him.

he stands there in your wake, watching as you walk away. he felt rooted to the ground, so utterly lost. was this job really worth it if it meant losing you? or was the damage already done?

suddenly, the badge felt heavier than it ever had before.

[caramelcal]

Hi idk if you’re taking requests but feel free to ignore this! I absolutely love your writing and especially when you make ones for Theo Nott 💜 I was wondering if you could do one where he’s in an arranged marriage with a wealthy high class reader since before they were born basically but they absolutely hate each other so throughout school they date other people and stuff like typical fuckboy and fuckgirl behaviour until they’re set to be married and have kids. Theo ends up getting jealous at some point and they confess feelings. IM SORRY IF DIS WAS LONG 😭

promise rings and parties

word count: 3.3k

note: this is crazy because i got this request in like 2023 and i actually wrote half of it then stopped writing for two years. anyway, i'm back :P

thinking about how to add this to my masterlist and i've lowk forgot how to do it. that's how yk i've been gone a while lmaoooo. if there's spelling or grammar mistakes it's cause i haven't proofread yet xo

music boomed through the slytherin common room on a random night, drinks flowing after a win against gryffindor at quidditch. cocky smiles worn by most, hands clasping drinks and confidence flowing through their veins.

you are the same, a slight fuzziness falling over your brain as you enjoy the music. the party isn't big, only slytherins and a few close friends from outside slytherin; rather quaint for a slytherin party. usually they were wild, broken glass and spilled drinks, but you preferred this. a slight calm.

pansy, astoria and daphne all sit around you chatting away. they knew you hadn't had a lot of sleep the night prior, so were okay with your silence. you weren't really sure what they were talking about, the quidditch game, classes, or really anything that popped to their heads. they seldom kept secrets to themselves.

"hey," you're snapped from your thoughts when a hand clamps down on your shoulder, eyes snapping open as you look at the person who has now sat beside you.

"hey," you give him a smile, which he is happy to return.

"enjoy the game today?" the brunet asked, but you knew he wasn't really here to talk about the game. the slight rise of his eyebrow, the look in his eyes, and the way he slinged his arm over the back of the couch that lay behind you. his body language told you exactly what you needed to know.

you knew little about him, other than he was a chaser for the slytherin quidditch team, and that he had played not bad today.

if you were totally honest, you weren't much of a quidditch person. it was okay, but you never got so involved you found yourself screaming and rooting for people. some people took it so seriously, but to be honest, you had better things to do. the only reason you went is because it made your parents happy, and because your fiancé was playing.

theodore nott was a chaser, slytherin's star player. and, he was your fiancé. a matter that you had no input in, because you hadn't even let out your first cry, or even breath, and you were already promised to him. your parents and theodore's parents were close, wealthy neighbours, purebloods, your mothers were best friends.

theodore had came out kicking and screaming, the shining golden boy of the nott family on a brisk spring day, and in the following weeks, your mother had found out she was having a girl. your name unknown, not a single item of clothing or nursery colour picked out, but your future husband? your family? your adult life? that was already decided for you.

it infuriated you that your freedom and power was a ticking time bomb, because in only a year, once you graduated from hogwarts, your life as you knew it would be over. your dress was picked out, the venue decided years ago, and the time until the date where a golden ring would be placed on your finger, binding you to him forever, was arriving closer and closer than you wanted. your naïve hope to escape this life faded away into the sober reality that you were powerless.

but, with the way the boy sat beside you was looking at you, you knew you were in for a night of fun. something to distract you from the misery of the rest of your life.

your fiancé was sat not far away, and you could feel his steel blue eyes boring into the side of your skull as you gave the cute chaser a smile, tilting your head and rubbing a hand down his arm. words exchanged, ones that your fiance knew the purpose of them, but not the exact words.

he, too, sat with his legs spread, a bottle of beer rested beside them, a girl practically on top of him. a blonde girl caressed the side of his face, before her head made its way down his chest, lipstick staining the side of his neck.

you weren't sure when it had started, but you knew it had been a while since you both had started sleeping around for fun. theodore never spent longer than a night with a girl, but sometimes, if you were feeling nice enough, you'd let a boy take you on a date after sex. maybe you were just trying to distract yourself from the no doubt non-romantic, non-sexy life your future held for you, or maybe it was retaliation from theodore's slutty antics, but you didn't bother to dwell on why you slept around. you just enjoyed it.

not long after, you took the boy's hand, walking away, and the door to your dorm shut behind you.

...

the windy monday morning had started the same as any other. dull, boring, bleak. you had ate your breakfast in silence, barely awake, before heading to your least favourite class ever. potions. you didn't hate potions, the class, by any means whatsoever. you enjoyed the practical side of things, and while snape was somewhat very monotone, and put you to sleep often, it wasn't a bad class.

what was bad about it was your partner. your potions partner and your real-life partner. theodore nott.

granted, you guys barely spoke to each other during class, but his presence alone was enough to turn your mood sour. then, to add to it, the passive aggressive words, the snarky quips, the small observing comments. every time his smooth, accented voice cut through the silence your knuckles turned white around the spoon you stirred your potion with.

no greetings were shared as you huffed, falling down onto the seat beside the slytherin boy, quill and notebook thumping down onto the desk. students filtered into the room, chattering in small bursts.

"hey," your head snaps up at the sound of the familiar voice. the boy from the other night.

the last time you had seen him was that night, a few days ago. you had a good time, you couldn't deny that. and he was cute, which was a bonus.

"hey," you send him a smile back.

"listen i just thought i'd ask, shoot me down if you don't wanna, but do you wanna go to hogsmeade with me at some point? just the two of us."

he was asking you on a date.

you smile again, hand touching the end of your hair, fidgeting, "uh, yeah, i'll see if i'm free."

a soft smile reaches his face, "okay, sounds good, let me know."

then he heads to his seat.

if you were honest, you very rarely went on dates with guys after having sex, or at all. but he was nice. being asked on a date was always bittersweet, considering that you knew you couldn't get feelings for anyone. after all, that would make having to marry theodore even worse.

potions begins, and you get tasked with creating a potion. it was good practice, considering you were pretty certain that this potion often came up on exams. you are halfway through stirring the potion, adding in pearl dust when theodore's voice cuts through the silence.

"what did your little boyfriend want?"

he was so aggravating.

"don't think that's any of your business, nott." you quip back in response, trying to focus on making your potion.

theodore looks away, as if he's thinking about it. letting a breath out, he scrunches up his nose and shakes his head, leaning back down until his face is inches away from yours, "i think it is, y/l/n, considering you're my future wife."

"oh look at that," you feign a gasp, before showing him your hand, "do you see a ring on my hand?"

"you know you're promised to me, caro."

your eyes roll at the italian pet name slipping out of his mouth. all it done was annoying you, but you had nothing to respond with, because you knew he was right. before you even knew what life was, or marriage, you had been sworn to marry theodore nott.

you hate that he annoys you, that he so easily can get under your skin. you hate that his blue eyes make you shiver, and that he so often has a smirk on his face. he was a smug, little aggravating arsehole. you also hate that every time he does make an effort to speak to you, it's always just to throw your arranged marriage in your face. as if it didn't bother him as much as it bothered you.

with white knuckles gripping into the spoon for dear life, you wrack your brain for something to annoy him with. then, you come up with an idea.

your head whips round, catching eyes with the brunet slytherin who is working away just behind you, "hey, does thursday work for you?"

"yeah, thursday is great," he gives you a smile.

"great, see you then."

...

thursday approaches rather quickly, busy classes and lots of mock exams coming up. before you know it, you're dressed up, waiting in the slytherin common room for your date. your hair is tamed well, shoes on your feet and scarf around your neck to help keep the cold at bay for when you venture outside.

the fire crackles in the fireplace, allowing some heat in the stone building. it burns orange and red and yellow, and you sit and watch it, foot tapping in rhythmic, impatient increments. your arms cross over your chest, letting out a small sigh as you look up at the clock that is held on the faraway wall. an hour late.

it isn't long before the wood in the fireplace burns away, just like your hopes of the slytherin boy still coming. you considers adding more, looking outside to see that the sun had long ago set, leaving a navy sky with stars in its wake.

you couldn't help but feel a bit bitterly disappointed, considering you'd only seen him earlier on that day and he had been fine. he said he was looking forward to it. if he didn't want to go, why didn't he just say?

with a final sigh, you finally decide enough is enough, getting up off the couch, taking your scarf off, and heading towards your room.

...

the next slytherin party rolls around only the day after, on the friday. they hadn't played any quidditch this week and weren't due to play, but they were still celebrating a win. hufflepuff had beaten gryffindor. the biggest upset of the season for their rivals. that was cause for celebration.

the room boomed with music once more, this time louder than the previous party. it was also a lot busier, slytherins, ravenclaws and hufflepuffs. the only people not there were gryffindors, probably sat in silence, tails between their legs as they tried to figure out where the went wrong.

your pointer finger touches the rim of your glass in circular motions. listening to your friends giggle about the latest gossip in pansy's romance with draco. you couldn't find yourself to focus on them, eyes focused on the boy that had stood you up stood merely ten steps away.

foot tapping on the ground, you weighed it over in your head, should you go up to him and ask him what he was thinking? why he did that?

before you know it, you're on your feet and walking over to him. his friends seem to drift away as you approach, breaking the silence, "hey."

he turns around, a sad smile falling onto his lips as he greets you back.

"um," you start, trying to find words to ask without coming off as being rude or chastising him, "did i do something wrong?"

he lets out a small, awkward laugh as he scratches the back of his head. your eyes filter over his face, "i just, i didn't realise you had a boyfriend."

"i don't," your eyebrows furrow.

the boy doesn't respond immediately, but his eyes are telling as they scan over to the couch. your eyes follow him, and immediately meet blue which were already staring at the two of you, a serious look on his face.

"theo?" the boy is sat with his arms lazing on the back of the couch, a girl snuggled into his side.

"theo scared you away?"

"he told me that you guys were together," the boy explains coolly, "you can't just agree to go on dates and not bother to mention you have a boyfriend."

your head shakes, "it isn't like that, i swear."

"well what is it like?" the boy asks. it wasn't angry, or interrogating, just confused, "explain it to me."

"i-" you trip over your words, because how on earth do you explain that theo isn't your boyfriend, but you are engaged, getting married, and you guys had no say in the matter?

he awaits a response, but when you can't find the words. he sends you a half-grimace, half-smile. words spoken softly, but no doubt with hurt and annoyance, "goodnight, y/n."

he walks away, and you let out a sigh. your head moves around, narrowing at your fiancé, fists clenching. his eyes hadn't moved off you.

you hated that the only reason why theodore seemed to want to drive boys away was because you were pledged to one another. it was annoying because you liked him, even though you didn't want to.

the romantic in you wanted you and theodore to love each other. you wanted him to find you pretty, and you wanted to love him. but you didn't want to, because you knew he didn't feel the same way about you.

so, you hate that you find his morning bedhead endearing, the way his tongue stuck out when he was focused, his laugh with his friends, the way his accent slipped out. but he didn't care about you, not in a you way. nothing to do with your personality, or you as a person. all he cared about was that you were who he had promised to him. you wish he wanted you for you.

and now, it wasn't enough that he didn't like you. it wasn't enough that you were going to be forced into a stale, horrible marriage for the rest of your life. now he was stopping you from enjoying yourself now.

you were angry. so unbelievably annoyed. and it only got worse when the smirk rose to his face as he stared at you. in that moment, your anger clouds your judgement and you become determined. you were going to get payback. show that him scaring boys away won't stop you.

before you know it, you are straddling a guy's lap the same way that the girl was straddling his. the random boy's hands are on your back before they venture down to your ass, then to the back of your thighs, giving then a squeeze.

you don't need to look over at theodore properly to know he is staring. you can feel his gaze burning into the side of you from the other side of the room, but it's even sweeter that you pay him no mind.

"why don't you show me then?" the boy flirts with a smirk, hands giving your thighs a squeeze again.

your eyes fall down to his lips, and you lean in.

yet, your lips never meet. you stumble off his lap, a hand around your waist dragging you towards a room. you know exactly whose arms these are before looking up. when you do, theo isn't looking at you, his eyes are looking straightforward, angry.

the door opens, and theo pushes you in. you spin around, frustrated, "what the fuck are you doing, theodore?"

"can you just, stop?" theo's voice isn't angry, but he sounds exhausted.

"stop what?" you quip back, eyes blazing as you stare at theo. he looks back at you, a frown on his lips, chest heaving, "how about you stop sabotaging me? stop scaring boys away? let me do what i want."

"no," his response is fast, but soft, "you forget that we are supposed to be together."

"not until next year, nott." you begin to pace, fists clenching. then, you stop, flipping around and pointing at theo, "you're doing the same shit with girls and you don't even care about me, so why are you getting involved?"

"i do." his voice is quiet.

your eyebrows furrow as you look at the taller boy. he stood a fair distance from you, blue eyes not full of anger or smugness, but vulnerability. you had never seen theo look at you like this before. he'd never spoken to you like this before.

your voice is quiet when you ask your next question, confusion etched into your tone, "what?"

"i do care, y/n." his voice shakes.

you're silent. stunned. unsure of what to say. theodore rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, before running his hands through his hair. he's pacing. "i hate it. i hate watching you with other guys, i hate watching you kiss them and smile at them when you are dreading having to do that with me."

theo was jealous.

your heart began to race at the revelation, so fast and hard that it felt like you could hear it. your breath caught in your throat and you found yourself unsure of what to say.

"theo, i-"

"i like you, y/n. and call me crazy but i want to be your husband, i want to have little versions of you and me crawl between us in the middle of the night because they had nightmares, i want to watch you laugh and smile, but i want you to do it with me."

you were stunned.

you didn't know what to say.

he stops talking, and he looks at you with a vulnerability you had never seen from him even when you were little. blue eyes looked at you with hurt.

you had never dreamed that he would ever feel any way about you that would allow you to feel happy. you'd never imagined he would ever reciprocate any positive feelings towards you. it felt like a dream.

and for a second, when you stared at the tall blue-eyed boy with messed up hair in front of you, you felt hope. hope about a future that you had always dreaded. your eyebrows furrowed together.

theo's mouth opened, his voice shaky, "i get that you don't feel the same. i get that i've been a dick for the last few years trying to hide that this is what i've wanted and i know i should've done better but-"

this time, it isn't theo interrupting you, it's you interrupting him. and this time, it isn't with words. soft steps walk towards him, and his eyes don't leave you when your hand snakes around his neck, touching the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

then, you push him closer to you, tiptoes reaching up as your soft lips meet his.

an electric feeling surged through your veins, heart pounding against your ribcage as if it threatened to explore through. your hands shook from overwhelm; excitement.

his hands snaked around you, pulling you closer, one on the small of your waist, the other pushing hair away from your face, thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek. his lips moved softly, trying not to be too greedy and consume you like he had dreamed of doing.

it felt natural. not only because it was promised that you two would spend your whole life together, but because it felt destined that you could love one another.

and when you pull away and look into his blue eyes, that stared at you with a certain softness and care you hadn't seen in him in forever, a smile rose to your face. maybe, just maybe, you guys could make this work.

[caramelcal]

Hi, I love your story!! I wanted to know if you can do a when theo is jealous and leave hickey to fem reader. If your not comfortable that’s fine thank you 🤭.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hiya lovely! thank you for sending a request<3

warnings: fem!reader, no house specified. jealous!theo. boyfriend!theo, playful allegations of cheating/going on dates with others. hickeys.

"Hey, y/n!" A voice called out from behind you, halting you in your movements.

It was a Friday, and you had just left your last class of the day, ready to relax over the weekend with your boyfriend, Theo. That's where you were heading right now; to his dorm.

Well, until someone called out from you.

"I'm glad I caught up with you," The voice said as you turned around, eyes catching onto Zacharias, a Hufflepuff boy in your year, and your potions partner.

"Hi, Zacharias," You gave the boy a pleasant smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You held your books in your hands in front of your chest, looking at the boy who seemed a little out of breath.

"Hi, um-" He started, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes cast away from you for a second, "I wanted to talk to you about our potions project."

You looked at him with a small smile, urging him to go on as he took a deep breath. Tons of students bustled around the two of you, loud, excited to get off to their dorms or hang out with their friends, and although you wanted nothing more than to run to Theo's dorm, you were patient with the boy in front of you.

He seemed nervous.

"Well, I was thinking we could get a headstart on our project, maybe tomorrow in the library?" He proposed, his eyes looking pretty much everywhere but your face, "I mean, I really need a good grade on this project, and I know that you like to..."

Zacharias continued, but you zoned out a little as your eyes caught on to a particular group of Slytherin boys. They all joked about, pushing each other, and just acting generally boisterous. Not a single one of them wore their robes, all claiming to be far too cool for them, their ties loosened and white sleeves rolled up.

Your eyes caught onto the familiar tall figure of your boyfriend as he laughed, his blue eyes catching onto yours as you smiled, getting a smile in return. His friends all started to notice you too, riling Theodore up as boys do when they saw the look in his eyes.

"Y/n?" A hand gently brushed against your shoulder, drawing your attention back towards Zacharias, his eyebrows slightly drawn, and a slight redness in his cheeks.

"That sounds like a good idea, Zacharias," His face brightened a little, "but I can't do tomorrow, I have plans with my boyfriend, sorry."

"Oh."

"We can start on Sunday though? How does that sound?"

A small smile makes its way back onto Zacharias' lips as he nods, "Yeah, that sounds good."

Before you can respond, however, to work out times or anything, you hear a call from behind you, "Y/n! C'mon! We don't have all day!"

Your head whips around, hearing Draco shout after you to get you to hurry up, only to realise all of the Slytherin boys are staring at you, waiting for you to come with them. With a smile, you turn back around and say your goodbyes to Zacharias, before practically skipping over to the boys.

Your eyes don't move from the tall blue-eyed boy, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you reach up and peck him on the cheek. His eyes don't quite meet yours, focusing on something behind you as his hands snake possessively around your waist, a kiss being placed on your forehead.

Then, you're whisked away to the Slytherin common room, and soon enough, Theodore's dorm. The door shuts behind your boyfriend as you place your books down on his bedside table, and he wastes little time pulling your robe away from your neck and down your shoulders, slipping it off your body.

"I missed you," You spoke quietly as you turned around in your boyfriend's hold, your hands going over his shoulders and curling into the hair on the nape of his neck.

Your head is on his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes, eyes closing at the comfort it brings you.

Theo hummed in response, pulling back a little as he picked you up with ease, placing you down on his bed as he sat beside you, facing you.

His lips soon find yours, his hand sitting around the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly on his as his thumb caresses your hair away from the side of your neck. His free hand pulls at your tie, then unbuttons the top two buttons of your shirt, moving the fabric to free the side of your neck.

Then, his lips latch onto your neck, near your jaw, and the second you feel him suck and his teeth lightly graze over the skin, you know exactly what he's trying to do.

"Theo, lower. Those marks are going to be visible above my uniform."

Yet, he doesn't stop. In fact, he seems even more eager to mark up the side of your neck when he hears those words tumble from your lips.

"Theo."

He pulled away a little, but you could still feel his soft breaths against the bare skin of your neck. You looked down at him with a quizzical look.

"Why are you doing it so high?"

He avoided the question, his hands pushing your hair back once more as his eyes cast back down to the skin of your neck, "You excited about your date with your little boyfriend?"

"I didn't realise we'd planned a date this weekend."

"I'm talking about your other boyfriend," He quipped back sarcastically, before his lips made contact with another spot on your neck, littering what you can guarantee are going to be countless dark bruises along your neck.

Your eyebrows furrow at this remark as you try to piece together what Theodore could possibly be talking about. What other plans did you even have?

"Are you talking about Zacharias? He's just helping me with our potions project," You informed your boyfriend, your hand coming up to grab at the strands of his soft hair once more.

"Tell him to leave it, I'm better at potions anyway. I'll help you," Theodore bargained, without his mouth moving away from your neck.

He wasn't wrong. Theodore was brilliant at potions, but regardless of that, it was your and Zacharias' project, not you and Theodore's.

"Wait," A subtle smirk came to your lips as you began to piece together what was happening, your hand pushing Theo away from your neck, "Are you jealous, Theo?"

You held him in such a way that he was unable to attach his lips to your neck to continue his attack, your head tilting a little as you waited for a response.

Theodore rolled his eyes in response, mumbling, "No."

"Are you sure?" You pouted a little, raising an eyebrow at the way his eyes were cast to the side, not looking you in the eyes. His hair was a little messed up, and a small pout had made its way to his lips, too. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost comically, as if he was a child in a huff.

"That puff has nothing on me," He mumbled cockily, making you laugh softly as you moved your hands from holding him back. Not skipping a beat, Theo latched his lips back onto your skin, on the opposite side now.

"Stop," You laughed a little, "Snape's going to have a heart attack if he sees these."

You had absolutely no doubt that these were going to be a pain in the ass to hide. Even with your hair down, it was going to be a real struggle. With how many Theodore had left too, you knew the chances of you being able to cover them with makeup was going to be difficult, too.

"Hope the puff does, too," Theodore mumbled almost childishly.

"Don't be jealous, Theo," You spoke softly, your hand coming up to play with his hair once more, your other hand rubbing his back, "You know I'm yours."

"You're right," Theodore responded, pulling away from the last hickey he made, then pressing a soft kiss against your neck, now littered with marks, then your jaw, then your lips. Finally pulling back, his blue eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his face as he surveys his work, then your face, "All mine."

[caramelcal]

you'll always be my girl - t. nott

summary: theodore nott was your brother's best friend, and had been the boy of your dreams since you first lay eyes on him. everyone knew that. so it's a surprise when you suddenly get a boyfriend, and theodore is determined to show you why he's the better choice. always has been and always will be.

warnings: all characters are of age. smut, cheating. all that fun stuff. theo is reader's brother's best friend. reader pined for YEARS but it faded away when she got with her boyfriend. she's a bit of a pushover. virgin!reader. dom!theo. sub!reader. modern au. lots of swearing. arguing. praise kink. overstimulation. dirty talk.

note: this prob isn't great, i don't write smut often idk

"Mate move! Move! He's behind that wall." Theodore shouted, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tapped the keys on his controller trying to be revived faster.

"Fuck! I can't find him," Lorenzo had replied, a similar tone to Theodore's as their eyes were both glued to the screen in front of them.

It was only the two of them at Lorenzo's tonight, something that wasn't overly uncommon for the two of them to do. Despite being close with the rest of their group, Theodore and Lorenzo spent the most time together just the two of them. Theodore practically lived at the Berkshire's house half the time nowadays, finding it much warmer than his own.

Honestly, it was more shocking if he wasn't at the Berkshires.

"Over there! Shit!" Lorenzo cursed, the loud, violent tapping of buttons ensuing at a more alarming rate from the two of them.

"Where's his-"

"Theo! Theo! The-" A red alert came over the screen, letting the two boys know that they had lost the game. They both put their controllers down, Lorenzo using the palms of his hands to rub his eyes in frustration, and Theodore throwing his head back with a groan.

"We really ought to get better at this mode, or we need to just stick to doubles," Theodore said, looking over at his friend who chuckled with a nod.

Mr and Mrs Berkshire were both out for the night, away on holiday, or business or whatever, Lorenzo didn't tell Theodore all the details. Theodore didn't particularly care anyway, it didn't make a big difference to him.

Lorenzo's parents were lovely to him, always greeting him pleasantly, always happy to see him, and telling him he was welcome at any time. They had even unofficially allocated one of the spare bedrooms in their house to Theo, who was eternally grateful for the escape it gave him.

"Enzo, I'm home!" Theo's attention was directed towards the door, where he heard someone kicking off their shoes by the door before walking towards the living room.

Y/n Berkshire. Lorenzo's younger sister. He was honestly surprised he hadn't noticed earlier that you weren't there. Even though you normally tucked yourself in the small library in the house, he had been here for hours and hadn't heard a peep from you.

Sure, you were normally quiet, but normally you at least said hello.

While growing up with Lorenzo, Y/n was never normally far behind. You had adored your brother when you were younger, and even as you both got older you remained close. Theodore on the other hand, had elicited a different sort of adoration from the younger girl. One that brought a blush to your face every time he spoke to you, or even looked in your direction.

It had been that way for years, and honestly, Theodore couldn't remember a time when you had been able to look him in the eye for longer than five seconds before getting too shy and looking away.

Footsteps echoed towards the living room, and the second you came into view, Theodore's eyebrows furrowed. Your body was covered in a silk dress, your hair styled perfectly and makeup on your face. You looked fancy, and Theodore could not imagine what you possibly could have been doing to require such an appearance.

There certainly weren't any parties on, if there had been, Lorenzo and Theodore would have been the first ones to know.

"How was your date?" Lorenzo didn't even look back at his sister as you sat down on the other couch, a sigh of relief as you sunk back into the comfortable material.

A date? The question had Theodore baffled. You had been on a date? With who? It certainly made the appearance seem more logical, you looked pretty. You had made that effort for a boy.

"It was good," You nodded your head, not looking over at your brother either as you grabbed the book that sat on the coffee table, flipping it open to the page you had dogeared earlier on that day so you could continue reading.

"You were on a date? With who?" Theodore asked.

"Oh, hi Teddy," You looked up from your book, sending a small smile to your brother's best friend, only just noticing him, "Adrian Pucey, he's in your year."

Teddy. The name you had called him since you started to talk. Everyone had called him Teddy when he was growing up, including Enzo, his parents and yours, but you were the only one that didn't grow out of it.

"It's Theo, y/n/n," Lorenzo had corrected you, as he always did, knowing how much Theodore despised the nickname now that he was older. What he'd never tell your brother though, was that he didn't mind it when you did it. It felt natural coming from your lips. He couldn't ever imagine you calling him Theo, or, god forbid, Theodore.

"Yeah, sorry," You mumbled, picking at the edge of your dress as you looked down at your lap, the book held in your other hand, a finger on the page you stopped reading on so you could keep your place now that you had straightened out the fold.

"Why are you going on a date with Adrian Pucey, he's…"

Theodore wasn't sure what to call him. Annoying? Arrogant? Not good enough for you?

"My boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend?" Theodore echoed, his eyes almost bulging out of his head and jaw almost falling onto the floor. His tone was incredulous as if you having a boyfriend was completely out of the question.

"Well, that's new," Lorenzo murmured under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Theodore.

His tone let Theodore know that he, too, was not too happy about the arrangement. Adrian wasn't 'boyfriend material' and certainly not good enough for you. He was sleazy, and an average quidditch player at best.

"Yeah, is it so unbelievable that I could get a boyfriend?" Your tone -despite your word choice seeming a little sassy- was soft. Your eyes battered between the two boys, eyebrows furrowed as you sat forward.

Silence ensued between the three of you, your eyes still battering between the two boys, both of which didn't know what to say. It wasn't surprising that you could get a boyfriend, but your choice was certainly questionable. Frankly, they were too astonished to speak.

While Lorenzo had known you were spending more time with Adrian, he was hoping that it would fizzle away before labels got attached. He barely gave it any thought, thinking you wouldn't take a boy like Pucey so seriously. Oh, how he was wrong.

"I'm gonna head upstairs," You said quietly, sulking off the couch and quietly walking away, feeling a little ashamed that they seemed so surprised that you had managed to get your first boyfriend.

Theodore's eyes followed you, staying stuck to where you disappeared upstairs as Lorenzo broke the silence, breathing out some air, "Never expected that. Well, at least we know she's not pining over you anymore."

"Yeah, I guess."

…

It was less than a week later when Theodore was heading to quidditch practice, his bag slung over his shoulder, broom in his hand. He ruffled his hair with his free hand, breathing out some air as he prepared himself for what he could guess was going to be a pretty gruelling practice.

Granted, he could give himself some leeway, being the captain and all, but that didn't set a good example. They had a big game coming up in a few days and they needed to do well. There was little space for error, and Theo would make sure everyone was ready.

Hearing faint talking as he walked up to the locker room was odd, considering he was normally the first or second one there. He must've been running a few minutes late.

"-how you managed it, mate, I mean, between her being Berkshire's untouchable little sister and everyone thinking she liked Nott, you can understand why everyone's a bit surprised."

Theodore's hand halted its movement, not pushing the door open just yet as he listened in. They were talking about you.

"She just needed to know who the better boy was, didn't she?" He heard a muffled Pucey reply, "I certainly showed her."

The familiar feeling of anger began to bubble in Theodore's chest as he registered the words that came out of Pucey's words, and the laughter that followed them. Walking in, his hardened blue eyes immediately caught onto Pucey's, a silent warning.

Yet, all the smug cunt did in reply was smirk. That certainly didn't help the feeling of red, hot, anger that exploded in Theo's chest. Quidditch practice was going to be hell for him, Theo would make sure.

"Wait up!" An hour and a half later, the anger still hadn't faded from Theodore's system. His shoulders were uptight, his hand holding onto his broom with a deathly amount of force. It was a surprise the wood hadn't snapped yet.

Your light footsteps struggled to catch up with the thundering pace that Theodore kept. His eyes cast over to you beside him as you finally caught up, his hair still wet from his shower after quidditch practice.

"Can I talk to you?" You asked, looking at Theodore awkwardly. You never normally felt awkward around him, but from the way he was looking right now, you could tell he was mad, but that didn't mean you could let what happened slide.

"Mhm," He hummed in response, his eyes staying straight forward as he waited for you to speak.

"So Adrian was speaking to me and he said that you were going extra hard on him at practice. I understand that you and my brother aren't happy that we're dating but-"

"You came here to stick up for your little boyfriend?" Suddenly, Theodore had stopped walking, turning around so he was facing you. His eyes stared into yours, the anger in his voice rising.

He towered over you, making you crane your neck up to look at him, a drip of water from his wet hair falling onto your forehead. You cleared your throat lightly, not used to Theodore being in such a mood. Even if he was annoyed, he didn't normally talk to you like that.

"I- uh, yeah, kind of. I just don't think it's fair that you're punishing him. It was my choice to date him, he didn't make me."

"Listen, y/n/n, if Pucey had a problem with me, then he can come to talk to me, not send his girlfriend to sort out his issues like a fucking pussy," Theodore spat out Adrian's name like it was a disease on his tongue, his jaw clenching at the mere thought of you taking Pucey's side over his.

If you had any sense, you'd know to mind your own business. You had grown up with Theodore, you had known him for your whole life. Adrian had been your boyfriend for all of a few weeks and you were already choosing him over Theo? That was what wasn't fair, not a few more laps at training.

He saw the frown that made its way onto your face, and if he wasn't so angry at you and Adrian, then he would've crumbled. He knew you were sensitive, much more than most people, and the last thing he wanted to do normally was make you upset. Yet, if you wanted comfort then you could go to Adrian, especially after you tried to stick up for him.

Turning on his heels, Theodore began to walk away again, but it seemed you were a little more determined than normal.

"Come on Theo, you know it's not fair!"

That just about tips him over the edge. This was so unlike you, and it was all because of Adrian. You always went by what Lorenzo and Theodore said, but today you chose to stand up to Theo. You chose Adrian over Theodore and refused to let it go and now you were calling him Theo?

You had been reprimanded for over a year about still using the nickname, and a few weeks into having a boyfriend you suddenly dropped the name of endearment? That was enough.

"What was that?" Theodore stopped in his tracks the second the words had come out of your mouth, barely managing to get the words out between his gritted teeth. He looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You know it's unfair."

"You have no idea what's unfair, y/n."

"I know making Adri do double the number of laps as everyone else is unfair! I know knocking into him with double the power as everyone else is unfair, Theo! You're his captain, you need to be fair!"

"Stop that." His tone was reprimanding, like telling you off for doing something unspeakable. He didn't like this one bit, you talking back to him. It felt like something had been shifted and he wanted it all to go back to the way it was.

It was your turn to let out clipped, sarcastic words. Something you would have never dreamed of doing to him; the boy you had pined over for years. Yet, all you could see was an immature, childish boy, not the guy you had liked for as long as you could remember, "Stop what, Theodore?"

"Stop calling me that."

You knew exactly what he was getting at. You always had an inkling that he enjoyed the nickname you refused to drop, given that he, himself, never told you off for it. You also knew he didn't like change, and that the idea of him and Lorenzo not being your number-one priority anymore bugged him. He hated that you had a new boy in your life.

"What? Stop calling you your name?" You replied, raising an eyebrow at him as he clenched his jaw again, letting out a dark chuckle as he started to walk away.

"Just fuck off, y/n."

You didn't bother to follow him.

…

You and the girls were bustling about in your room, doing all sorts of things. Some were getting changed, some were doing their makeup and some, along with you, were doing their hair. It was a Halloween party that practically half of Hogwarts was going to, and luckily for you, the house was only a few minutes walk away from yours.

Lorenzo and his friends were getting ready too, but you had chosen to keep your girls in your room, completely separated from them. Frankly, it was too much tension, and drama, and you didn't want that to stomp on your excitement for the party.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any snacks? I'm starving," One of the girls piped up, stopping doing her makeup to look at you in the mirror. You nodded your head with a smile, telling her you'd be right back as you headed down to the kitchen.

There was noise coming from the tv as you walked by the living room, letting you know that some of Lorenzo's friends were probably in there, taking a mental note to avoid. You wished that he had gotten the vibe to keep his friends in his room, but your brother was clueless sometimes.

He even seemed to be clueless about the fact that you and Theodore had been ignoring one another for the last three weeks, acting as if the other didn't even exist. With your arms full of all types of snacks, you left the kitchen, making your way back up the stairs.

Your eyes are on the snacks in your hand, making sure that none of them are going to fall as you walk, only to be halted by something being in your way. You had walked into someone.

"Oh, sor-" You cut yourself off as you looked up, making eye contact with intense blue eyes staring down at you. You narrowed your eyes.

"Y/n," He had acknowledged you for the first time, but not being nearly happy about it, his mouth in a thin, straight line, and his voice apathetic.

You mirrored his tone and body language, "Theodore."

He remained looking down at you, your pretty eyes looked up at him in disdain, a constant reminder of how you guys had last interacted with one another. He was still slightly mad, more irritated than anything, about the situation, and it was clear you weren't over it either.

It was so unlike you, and he hated that. While he wanted you to stick up for yourself more regularly, he hated that it only seemed to be him that you were being resistant to. It frustrated him to no end, that your relationship after so many years had changed so much in the blink of an eye.

He missed the way you looked at him with your doe-like eyes, so hopeful and kind and soft. Now, they were narrowed, almost as if a threat for him to say something. He hated that it was like you were trying to test his patience.

His mouth opened slightly, just about to speak to you, only to not get the chance, your bedroom door opening, "Y/n, c'mon! I'm hungry!"

In an instant, your eyes are no longer looking at him, but down towards the snacks that lay in a disorganised bundle in your arms, brushing by the taller boy towards your room. You spare no attention towards him, not a word nor a glance, leaving him alone in the hallway as you continue getting ready in your room.

It doesn't feel too long after that when you are all ready, all of you bundling down the stairs ready to go to the party. You know all the boys are now in the living room, and you would have happily walked by without entertaining him, but you knew you couldn't.

"Enzo, can I have some of the money mum and dad left?" You say, coming into the room. The boys are all ready too, but you know they won't leave until the party had already started for forty-five minutes at least, too busy playing video games and not wanting to be around for the awkward start most parties have.

You adjust the wings that are on your back as you walk towards your brother, white boot heels hitting off the wooden floor, the girls falling shortly behind you.

Theodore's eyes flicker up to you casually, but when he catches sight of you his jaw almost falls off, the modest girl you are, with the shortest skirt on he's ever seen. If you turn around, he knows he's almost guaranteed to see the curve of your ass, driving his mind haywire.

You adjust your bright-coloured corset and wings once more. It's obvious that you're supposed to be a fairy, but Theodore knows you're no Tinkerbell. You're perhaps the sluttiest, most tempting fairy he's ever seen. His mind races.

Lorenzo scratched the back of his neck, "Kitchen."

You nodded your head, heading off to the kitchen as all the boys quiet down. Lorenzo looked down at his phone, as the girls all follow you out of the room, "Mate…"

"What?" Lorenzo replied as Theodore sat beside him, all the other boys engaging in small talk again.

"Are you letting your sister go wearing that? Surely you can't," Theodore's trying to keep calm, but his mind is practically begging Lorenzo to make you change. The thought of someone else seeing the curves of your naked thighs and the curve of your arse makes Theo want to die.

"Nah mate, it's not ideal, to be honest, but her mates are just…they call you all sorts and start screaming if you say anything," Lorenzo finally looked up at his best friend, and Theodore can tell that Lorenzo isn't very happy with the predicament either, "and y/n/n just doesn't listen anymore, so there's no point."

There was a point though, to Theodore anyway. He didn't care what your friends thought, or about this new attitude you had adopted since you started dating Adrian.

You're back in the living room soon enough, coming to say bye, but Theodore is quick to walk over to you, not looking very impressed. He speaks lowly, "You should go change."

"What? Why? Do I look bad?" You smooth down your skirt a little, looking up at him with your usual wide eyes, a crack in this new attitude you've been showing lately.

"No," He's quick to shut down any doubt you have about your appearance, "It's just a bit inappropriate."

"Oh, don't be a prude, Theodore," One of your friends overhears, piping up in your support.

"Go change," He paid little mind to your friends, looking down at your eyes and repeating his previous order.

"Girl, you look so hot, don't let him cramp your style," Another one of your friends joins in to support you, a hand on your shoulder as she began to steer you out, "now let's go before he has anything else to say."

The second he saw you being steered out the door and towards the party, he just knows that this night is going to be one of frustration.

His prediction was correct. Only an hour and a half later he was ready to get out of there, the strongest alcohol he could find in a glass with his hand wrapped around it. Purple strobe lights, people laughing, and loud music all seem to fade into the background as his eyes focus on you. He could tell Pucey was trying to rile him up, and it was working.

His hands have been all over your body: while dancing, while sitting down, just every second of this party, and Theodore loathed it. He hated that Pucey's dirty, sleazy hands were on your soft skin, exactly where they didn't belong.

He tried to ignore it, his eyes closing as he downed the rest of his drink, slamming it down on the table. He didn't know where any of his friends were, and honestly, didn't care. He didn't want to talk to anyone or be with anyone but you right now.

He hated that he was thinking about you like this. Lorenzo's baby sister. It was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to be the one obsessing over him, so why couldn't he get you out of his head? Why have you been the only thing consuming his thoughts for weeks?

"Hey there, love," A girl sat down beside Theodore, a thing he loved at parties normally. The attention was something that had him feeling smug, but he couldn't even bring himself to look at her. His eyes focused on you as he hears your giggle echo through the room as Pucey whispered something in your ear.

Nothing Pucey could say would ever be funny enough to elicit such a beautiful sound. It felt illegal that he was allowed to hear your laugh, never mind be the reason for it.

"You seem tense, Theo," The girl puts her lips slowly closer and closer to Theodore's neck, her voice quieter and slower as she teased her lips against his neck, lightly grazing it, "Let me help you."

The song that blasts through the speakers had Pucey pulling you up to dance, twirling you around in his arms until his hands thread through to hold your waist. You're facing away from Theodore, completely naive to the blue eyes that follow your every move.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier to meet Theodore's cold gaze, a smirk coming to his lips as he looked down at you, then moving away slightly, only to bring a hand down on your arse.

That has Theodore on his feet immediately, hearing the yelp that you let out as he stormed towards Pucey, ripping him away from you and getting right in his face. He was taller than Adrian, towering over him too as he gets right up in his face, "Don't fucking lay a hand on her again!"

"Theo!"

"She's my girlfriend mate, I'll do what I want." Pucey only fuelled the fire of rage that burned in Theodore's chest. You seem frozen, unsure of what to do as you try and catch the attention of either boy, wanting this nightmare to end.

"Yeah, we'll fucking see about that," Before you could even react, Theodore's fist is making contact with Adrian's nose, and Adrian stumbled back for a few steps before his legs gave way underneath him and he was on the floor.

A gasp emitted from your throat in shock and horror, looking at Adrian as he groaned, holding his nose, red staining the skin. A hand grabbed your wrist, much softer than you had expected from the same fist that had just floored your boyfriend, and dragged you away.

"Theo-"

"We're going home, y/n."

The next thing you know is that you're at the front steps of your home, wanting to say something, anything. Yet, any time you took a breath of air before speaking, Theodore was sending you a look that had you shutting your mouth straight away. Something was daring in his eyes, something a lot more threatening than normal.

His grip gave you little opportunity to wriggle free, his other hand banging open the door, his foot harshly hitting it shut behind you before you are trailing after him up the stairs. He barely gave your feet any chance to keep up with him before you were in his room.

He only let go once you were in the middle of his room, the door shut behind you both. The room is dark, and you both are heaving out a breath. You can just about see Theodore's shoulders sag a little, his voice quieter as he spoke, "I don't like what the boy is doing to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Dressing like this," He stepped towards you, his fingertips grabbing the edge of your skirt as he continued, "acting like a slut, that's not you baby, you're normally so good."

Your stomach is filled with butterflies as he looked down at your eyes, soft for the first time in weeks, "I am good, I-"

"You think tempting me like this is good, baby? Wearing this outfit and dancing with another man's hands all over your body," Your stomach flipped at the pet name once more, your heart feeling as if it's going to race out of your chest.

Your throat feels blocked up as you watch every slight move he takes, feeling as if this moment is surreal; as if you're dreaming. His voice turned soft as he spoke again, "Where'd my good girl go?"

His hand caressed the side of your face softly, the pad of his thumb swiping over your soft skin and guiding your somewhat messy hair away from your face so he can see you more clearly. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, hoping that one day Theodore would reciprocate your feelings.

The feeling of his hands on you was so euphoric that no amount of dreaming could have ever made you feel like this. This was real.

"I-" You couldn't speak, your brain feeling as if it was going to overload.

You knew this was wrong. Theodore was your brother's best friend, you had grown up with him. He was off limits. You had a boyfriend. So why couldn't you find it in yourself to pull away from his grasp?

You felt as if you were getting pulled closer to his body. The temptation is so bad that no amount of self-control could save you now. You were a goner, you had always been when it came to Theodore.

Since you had been young, you knew that you would do anything for him. Anything so that he could give you this sort of attention, and make you feel like a princess. Your rational thoughts and morals should be pulling you away, but your heart aches for him, it always has.

"You gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be, angel?" He asked, almost as if he was trying to aid you in finding your words. You could only nod your head.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of cologne and cigarette smoke overtook your senses, his lips crashing against yours in a soft, but desperate kiss. His hands reached around you to pick you up, your hands going into his soft hair, grabbing onto the strands with your fingers as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Swiping his tongue across your lips, you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss as he took steps towards the bed, lowering you down onto the bed. His lips are still connected to you, and you can feel your lungs begging for oxygen, but you don't want to pull away.

Theodore does first, his blue eyes meeting yours as you slowly manage to open your eyes, your lips parted as you breathe in, trying to fill your lungs with the oxygen they had been deprived of. You follow his eyes as he slowly kisses down your neck, then down the valley of your breasts, his hands pulling down the corset, and you're quick to aid him in pulling it off.

The feeling of his lips grazing over your stomach has you hitching in a breath, watching as his head slowly lowers down your body. Then, his head is nestled between your thighs, kissing the soft skin that isn't hidden by your skirt. The hair on his head tickles them, the skin so sensitive, so unused to being given this much attention feeling so good.

With a racing heart, you watch as Theodore pulled up slightly, wanting desperately for him to touch you where you needed him the most. You ached, a feeling in you that you had never experienced before. You knew that Theodore often evoked feelings in you that you never experienced with anyone else, but this was new.

"You sure about this, baby?" You nodded your head in immediate response, but that didn't please Theo. With a light swat to the inside of your thighs, he looked at your eyes with a slightly more serious expression, "Use your words."

"Yes," The word spilt from your lips breathily, "Please."

Theodore, with a satisfied smile, came up to your face, leaning over you and softly attaching your lips to his. It feels just as surreal as the first time, and it makes your heart race just the same.

With his mouth still attached to yours, you feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your panties, just over your clit, making you hitch a breath. His fingers move the light fabric to the side, his fingers teasing against your hole.

"So wet for me, baby," The praise isn't taken lightly by you, soaking up every inch of approval he gives you.

Slowly, he adds a second finger, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his fingers curl into you, making you let out a breathy moan into the kiss that he eagerly swallows.

Your back arches off of the mattress, and as good as it feels you need more. You need him, "Theo…"

The blue of his eyes meets your gaze as you whine. You can't help it, you're desperate for more, to feel him inside of you. To take care of you and this pressure you can feel building in your stomach.

You mumble something out, a feeble attempt at getting him to speed up the process without verbally admitting that you're desperate for him. He doesn't take the hint though, not that you ever expected him to. He was torturous, tempting you and teetering towards what you wanted, but keeping you on the edge.

"Please."

It's a whisper as you let out another moan, your fist clenching his hair in your hand, grabbing onto any part of him that you can keep from pulling away.

A ghost of a smirk came across his mouth as he raised an eyebrow, "Please what, baby?"

You could tell from the familiar look in his eyes that he knew exactly what you wanted, his fingers curling up once more as they stretched lightly, stretching you out. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt slight tears pricking at your eyes. It just felt so good.

"Please," A broken whisper escaped your lips once more as you let out another moan, his thumb roughly coming down on your clit as you tried to bring your hips up, feeling a knot form in your stomach. It was so unfamiliar and had you heaving for a breath as you grabbed fistfuls of Theo's sheets.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a pinch against your clit, you came undone with a strangled moan. Your face was tilted back, mouth open and eyes closed, your hips bucking up to chase your high. You looked unreal, and Theo couldn't get enough.

When he removed his hands from you, he was coated in your bliss, your eyes softly opening, half-lidded, looking as Theodore brought his fingers up to his lips, his tongue transferring the taste of you, sweet and blissful, into his mouth. Your cheeks were tainted red when you realised what he had done, shifting about on the mattress and casting your eyes down.

Yet, you don't get much of a chance when a strong hand reaches for under your jaw, pulling him back up to meet his eyes, "Don't go all shy on me now, angel."

He could see the slight fuzz in your eyes as you stare at him, and he loved it. He liked how, simply with his fingers, he already had you dazed. His hands were soon pulling down his trousers with ease, and lifting his shirt off with one hand, leaving him in only his boxers.

You could see the outline of his bulge, and it had you gulping. You didn't know how the hell you were going to be able to fit that. He was so much bigger than you had imagined, or expected.

"Don't worry baby, we'll take it slow," He was quick to reassure you, a smug smile on his lips as he brings his mouth down to your collarbone, lightly nipping the skin as he sucked. It was definitely going to leave a mark, but that's what he wanted. He wanted Pucey to see it the next time he saw you, trying to assert some dominance on the situation.

Once he pulled his boxers down, he was soon lining up his tip with your entrance, lightly brushing it against your walls. He couldn't help himself when he asked, "Has Adrian ever-"

He began, but you were quick to shake your head vigorously, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, soft breaths falling from your lips as he asked, much softer, "Is this your first baby?"

Unwilling to admit it out loud, you hesitantly nod your head, confirming Theodore's suspicions. He only just managed to conceal his grunt of satisfaction at being the first one to see you this way. To be the one to ruin you.

"Don't worry," His head is just beside your ear, a hand coming to gently brush the hair away from your face so not a single change or twitch in your face could go unrecognised by him. He wanted to see everything, every reaction you had as he ruined you, as he made your face twist in a type of pleasure that was entirely unfamiliar to you.

Slowly, he began to push into your tight entrance, the feeling of your walls squeezing him making him want to release already, grunting. He can hear your breathy moans of pain and pleasure as he struggled to go slowly, watching as he disappeared inch by inch inside of you.

All he wanted to do was slam into you, to hear as you screamed in pleasure, but he controlled himself, gripping the sheets with his hands to remain his discipline. You feel tiny in comparison to him.

When he finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a strangled breath, not used to this feeling of being penetrated like this.

"You feel like heaven, sweetheart," The praise fell from his lips as he grunted once more, one of his hands coming to hold the side of your neck.

"'m so full," You partially cried out, tears leaking from your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling. It felt so good, overwhelmingly so, that you couldn't help the water that leaked out of your eyes.

His mouth came to softly kiss the tears away, your hands coming up to wrap around his back to hold him close to you. You wanted him as close as humanely possible as you slowly became accustomed to the feeling of him inside you.

"You're doing so well, baby," The praise is murmured against your cheek, his eyes closed in pleasure, "Let me know when I can move."

It isn't long before you're giving him the green light and he rocks his hips back and then forward, going slower to start with and soaking up your moans and whimpers with his mouth. His thumb pressed against your clit as he began to go faster, making your moans get louder and you become more desperate.

His hips snapped against yours and you sob into his lips, your nails scratching down his back. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of your body and worshipping it all. He knew he could sit and caress each part of your skin and never get bored, feeling intoxicated by the softness of it.

You were like a drug, something he shouldn't touch, something that was supposed to be off-limits, but far too tempting to leave alone. He knew that from now on, he'd never be able to let go of you, never be able to keep his hands to himself.

Your moans were melodic to him, something that he could never get over hearing. He had never had sex like this with anyone before, always quick fucks to satisfy his needs, but this was different. He felt like the barrier was broken, that you guys were connecting on a different level. Something you could never go back from. He would never let you.

The look of your parted lips, mascara running down your cheeks with your tears and your hair messy was a sight that no man but him deserved to see. He could tell you were getting close, he was too, your walls clenching around him as your moans got higher in pitch and louder.

The tears roll down harder, pouring out of your eyes as you barely manage to get your words out, "Teddy- please."

The return of the nickname has him going harder, abusing your g-spot as he hit off it time and time again, igniting a flame in his stomach as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

"There she is," He whispered to you, his lips still against your forehead, "There's my good girl."

You came not long after that, walls convulsing as you came around his cock, moans loud as he found himself not far behind, quickly pulling out as he came over your skirt and bare chest, both of you panting and moaning, lost in the sound and feeling of one another.

[caramelcal]

hi <3

hiya lovely! how are you <3

[wedefyauguryy]

I’m generally pretty good! A little stressed bc I have a lot to do and spent my entire evening scanning and uploading documents for uni applications (why couldn’t they have asked for the documents in the main application portal? why do I have to send them to each university separately this is a stupid system) and I am a little worried that one page of my report card from 10th grade (10th grade is a graduating year so it’s relevant) wasn’t translated (tbh I completely forgot about it when I asked my school for translations bc it’s the “social behaviour” section which is seemed quite irrelevant). I’m not entirely finished but I’ve decided that I require a break

other than that I’m doing good though! I’ll be spending the weekend alone at home so I’m looking forward to that (still need to finish planning what food to make, any suggestions?)

hbu?

[caramelcal]

hiya, yeah i’m good. been swamped with assignments recently to be honest, hence the late reply. apologies.

i don’t know much about the uni application process from wherever you’re from. i’m from scotland and while ucas annoyed the hell out of me, it was pretty decent for the most part. ucas is the website you write your application on btw.

genuinely one of the most important things when it comes to doing school work/applications etc is taking breaks. don’t know how many times my brain has been begging for a break and my eyes are just scanning pages and not taking anything in lol. but yeah, try make time for yourself, chill out and keep doing what you’re doing!

hows your week been going so far?

[wedefyauguryy]

don’t worry about it, I’ve also been exceedingly busy lately. I hope your assignments went well!

I’m not from the uk but I’m applying to unis there, so this was also with ucas! I also mostly thought it was pretty good, only the separate uploading of documents and the fact that they have no email bothered me (I got a Facebook account just to ask them questions)

My week’s been good so far, crossing my fingers that it stays the same!! my weekend was lovely, I got some work done, made good food, and binged Derry Girls on netflix! yesterday we had an oral exam worth a 1/3 of our grade, and I got full marks (very proud, esp since my teacher made a frightening comment about it)! Then I had to go to a city about 3 hours away by train (but the train system sucks so it took 5) so that I can write a uni admissions test today. I’m very glad that one of my best friends is also applying for the uk so we can take our tests together. I’m not very stressed about it (I kind of swing back and forth), I know that if this doesn’t go well I’m applying to a ton of places and if all else fails, there’s no entry requirements for computer science in german universities, so I can just sign up (also I keep reminding myself that even if I performed well on the test and got into the university, I could never afford to go bc international fees are so high)

hbu? I hope your week wasn’t just pure stress and you could take a few breaks

[caramelcal]

I’m gonna dm you so we can talk in more depth if that’s alright 😭

[caramelcal]

hi <3

hiya lovely! how are you <3

[wedefyauguryy]

I’m generally pretty good! A little stressed bc I have a lot to do and spent my entire evening scanning and uploading documents for uni applications (why couldn’t they have asked for the documents in the main application portal? why do I have to send them to each university separately this is a stupid system) and I am a little worried that one page of my report card from 10th grade (10th grade is a graduating year so it’s relevant) wasn’t translated (tbh I completely forgot about it when I asked my school for translations bc it’s the “social behaviour” section which is seemed quite irrelevant). I’m not entirely finished but I’ve decided that I require a break

other than that I’m doing good though! I’ll be spending the weekend alone at home so I’m looking forward to that (still need to finish planning what food to make, any suggestions?)

hbu?

[caramelcal]

hiya, yeah i’m good. been swamped with assignments recently to be honest, hence the late reply. apologies.

i don’t know much about the uni application process from wherever you’re from. i’m from scotland and while ucas annoyed the hell out of me, it was pretty decent for the most part. ucas is the website you write your application on btw.

genuinely one of the most important things when it comes to doing school work/applications etc is taking breaks. don’t know how many times my brain has been begging for a break and my eyes are just scanning pages and not taking anything in lol. but yeah, try make time for yourself, chill out and keep doing what you’re doing!

hows your week been going so far?

[caramelcal]

hi <3

hiya lovely! how are you <3

[caramelcal]

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

[masterlist created 10/08/22]

requests are open for harry potter characters (theo, mattheo, blaise, tom, pansy, enzo)

THEODORE NOTT

SHARING YOUR TREASURES [2.1K] - theo wants what he can’t have until he can have it. 

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY GIRL [6.6K] - theodore nott was your brother's best friend, and had been the boy of your dreams since you first lay eyes on him. everyone knew that. so it's a surprise when you suddenly get a boyfriend, and theodore is determined to show you why he's the better choice. always has been and always will be.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS [1.4K] - theo doesn’t like it when other boys come up and try talk to you, and he decides that he needs to constantly remind them that you’re taken. even if that means marking you up. 

PROMISE RINGS AND PARTIES [3.3K] - you had been promised to theodore nott since before you were born. with the looming date of your marriage to a boy who seemingly seemed to hate you, all you can do is try and distract yourself from your bleak future. until he says something that changes your dynamic in an instant. 

TROUBLE, TEDDIES AND TETHERS [5.8K] - theodore signed up as a joke to be a prefect, but when he actually gets the position, things change. now, all he seems to care about is enforcing the rules, desperate to prove himself. what used to be a lifelong relationship filled with love has now turned into one of chastisement and disappointment. TWO , THREE [completed]#

STUDY BUDDIES [2.4K] - theodore and mattheo had been your rivals for a while, people that irritated your soul. their teasing voices, their smug smiles. but after the tension bubbles over and you have sex with them once, they seem to find you everywhere. and when they interrupt your study session? lets see if you'll actually get any studying done...

MATTHEO RIDDLE

STUDY BUDDIES [2.4K] - theodore and mattheo had been your rivals for a while, people that irritated your soul. their teasing voices, their smug smiles. but after the tension bubbles over and you have sex with them once, they seem to find you everywhere. and when they interrupt your study session? lets see if you'll actually get any studying done...

CASUAL [5K] - you and matt were in that "not quite together, but definitely something" territory, so when he calls it casual to your friends, you set out to invoke a reaction that proves it isn't casual. the way he reacts to seeing you in red, cheering for gryffindor during their quidditch game? oh, it's definitely not casual.

NEWLYWEDS [3.8K] - you know what they say about newlyweds, the honeymoon phase. but there was no one quite as obsessed with their wife than the newly married dark lord's heir, mattheo riddle.

[caramelcal]

sharing your treasures

word count: 2.1k

summary: theo wants what he can't have until he can have it.

ship(s): draco x reader, theo x reader, draco x reader x theo

warnings: fem!reader. mentions of sub!reader. a bit of swearing. mentions of smut.

also, hi guys! ik i've been gone for ages but i'm backkk

the great hall was bustling with noise as you sat at the slytherin table, your boyfriend, draco, beside you, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. you laughed at something blaise said, taking a bite of your breakfast.

you looked over at draco just as he was casting his eyes over to you, both sending each other warm smiles with fondness glimmering in your eyes, before returning to the conversation, draco replying to what blaise had said. you and draco had been dating for a few months and had been friends for a few months before that.

every second with draco was amazing, and you wouldn't have given it up for anything.

you were so wrapped up in the conversation, that you didn't notice the eyes that were on you. not the silver eyes of your boyfriend, but the blue of his best friend, theodore nott. his eyes had barely left your face all morning, too wrapped up in the open affection that draco was showing to be able to even touch his breakfast.

he couldn't help but feel guilty at the thoughts that entered his head. that should be me. that was his best friend, but he couldn't help it. if only he had been faster, if only he had told you sooner, if only he hadn't been such a pussy. he'd never forgive himself.

draco was happy, you were happy, and he couldn't complain. he wanted the best for you both, even if it meant each other, but he still couldn't help but feel a little bit regretful.

he never normally had trouble with girls, he approached them without hesitance but you were different. he already cared for you, being friends for a long time beforehand, so he couldn't approach the situation with the same ease as he did with other girls. draco didn't seem to have the same problem as him.

"theo?" he doesn't even hear someone calling his name, too deep in his thoughts to even acknowledge that someone could have possibly noticed his lack of interaction. someone nudges him on the arm, then again, but a little harder, "theo, you alright there, mate?"

he blinked, almost as if being snapped out of a trance. his eyes met draco's puzzled features. draco, after realising he isn't getting an answer, reiterates the question, "you alright, mate?"

"yeah, i'm fine," theo denies, but he can still tell that there's uncertainty in draco's gaze. draco doesn't fully believe him, he knows that, but he also knows that draco won't push it, and that's good enough for him. theo's eyes very briefly cast over to you, to see that you're looking at him too. you don't have the same suspicion in your eyes, and he can't help but let out a mental sigh of relief.

nothing very interesting happened at breakfast after that, and theo is quick to get up and out of his seat, and set out for class. you don't let him get away that easy though, half running to catch up with him.

"teddy," you said, catching his attention. you're the only one that ever calls him that, and he'd punch anyone else if they called him it too. yet, when it's you, it's like honey coming off your lips.

he doesn't reply as such, he only hums in response to let you know that you can continue. his eyes look over at you, only to find that you're staring at him too. you don't break the eye contact as you ask, "you sure you're okay?"

he let out a breath, looking straight forward again, "yeah, just tired."

it's not long before you reach class, and are sitting down beside each other. you guys chose your seats at the start of the year, which is why you are sitting next to theo instead of draco. you and theo had been very close friends at the start of the year, and there was no point getting everyone to shuffle around just so you could sit with your boyfriend.

the class went ahead like normal, and theo found himself at peace, not tormented by his thoughts of you and draco and him. worksheets are put down at his side of the table, which he barely even notices, not until you go to reach over, your hand resting on his to maintain your balance. something erupts in his chest when he looks up to see you bending over him.

his eyes filtered to your boobs before he can stop himself, encased in your loosened shirt, with your tie barely even pulled up. he let out a shaky breath but he can't seem to pry his eyes away. his mind is instantly filled with dirty thoughts about how pretty you'd look with his cum painted over your chest, about how they'd bounce as he trusted into you relentlessly.

he cursed in his head as he felt his dick harden, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. he hated how much you affected him, you drove him crazy and you had no fucking idea.

classes zoomed by after that, and eventually, you guys find yourselves sitting in the slytherin common room. everyone else appears to have retired to their rooms, it's only your group left, who slowly also seem to be disappearing off to their rooms.

when pansy and mattheo finally head off, leaving you, draco, and theo alone, draco turned to you. your eyes met his silver ones as he spoke, "head off to the room, i'll be in soon."

you give him a quizzical look, but all you're met with is an arched eyebrow as to why you haven't moved her, and soon enough, you're getting up, with a small pat from draco sending you off. as you walked away, you turned to theo, "g'night, teddy."

"night y/n/n," he nodded, sending you a small smile. not a word is spoken between the two best friends until the door closed behind you, theo letting out a sigh.

"i think i'm gonna head off too," theo went to get up, but draco is quick to stop him from doing so.

"stay with me, theo. i have something i want to talk to you about," something about those words set off alarm bells in theo's head, but when he made eye contact with draco's silver eyes, he knew that he couldn't just run away. draco was his best friend after all, of course they would talk to one another. it was nothing for concern.

with his hand around a glass, rings clanking against it, legs spread and white shirt half unbuttoned, draco almost looked intimidating, but not to theo. draco cleared his throat before he continued, "i know you like, y/n."

theo had no words. there was nothing he could say to make up for what he had done, crushing on his best friend's girl. he knew he couldn't lie to draco, he knew him too well. draco would see right through his deceit.

"draco, i-" theo was quickly cut off when draco put his hand up, signaling for theo to stop talking.

"i've seen the way you look at her, nott. you would be stupid to believe that i didn't notice," draco shook his head, not at theo, but just in general. his eyes cast away into the distance as a silence filled the room.

theo's eyes never strayed from draco's figure, his heart beating wildly in his chest. he couldn't stand up for himself, there was nothing he could possibly say that would be of any use to him here. he just has to wait for draco to unleash on him.

"y'know, maybe i should punish her for being such a slut, thinking about other men. i would, if i didn't believe that it'd be good for us," draco met theo's eyes once more, seeing the shock grow on his face. y/n wanted him. you wanted him. it felt surreal, "she wants you, and honestly, i want you to join us too,"

draco's normally never this open with anyone, and while he does tell theo stuff, he still can't find himself believing the words coming out the blond's mouth.

"i dunno man..." theo trailed off, casting his eyes down to the floor as he shrugs. of course he wants to, he'd jump at the chance to be with you, but something feels amiss to him, and he doesn't want to seem too eager in front of your boyfriend about fucking you.

"what? you trying to tell me you don't like her? I've been watching you the last few weeks, i see how you look at her."

theo just shrugged at draco's words, "she's still your girl."

a smirk comes onto draco's face, and theo knows that any slither of doubt that draco had about theo not liking you is out the window. he should have denied it, but he couldn't find it in himself to deny his thoughts, his feelings, or his dreams about what he'd do to you.

"she could be ours. i'm not one for sharing normally, but you're my best mate, and it isn't like we haven't done it before."

when draco finally came into the room, you pouted at him, "what took you so long?"

you had been waiting for what felt like forever at this point, thinking that he would literally be following behind you after saying goodnight to theo. yet, it seemed that he must have got caught up doing something. you, however, had been doing what you always did when draco sent you away, kneeling on the bed, waiting for him.

draco walked over to the bed, hooking his fingers under your chin and lifting up your face so you have no choice but to meet his eyes, "i was getting you a surprise. looks like we need to work on our patience, hm?"

"surprise?" you asked quizzically. that's when draco's eyes go towards the door, and he moved your face so you also face the door.

you're confused, but you don't say anything, just waiting impatiently as you see a shadow at the door, then, a figure walking in. tall, fluffy hair, leaning against the doorframe. theo.

his blue eyes immediately met yours, making your eyes widen and your mouth drop a little in shock. theo, noticing your confusion, turned to draco, "i thought she knew."

"she did, she just didn't believe you'd want to do it. she thought you didn't like her," draco replied, not even looking at theo, just studying you, kneeling on his bed. your eyes don't move off of theo, and you don't even notice that draco has beckoned him over, giving him permission to act on all those fantasies that had been plaguing his mind for months.

your eyes followed him as he got closer, going far too slow for your taste. you had been waiting too long for him to go this slow. theo replaced draco's frame right in front of you on the bed and you're forced to crank your neck up to look at him, his fingers, like draco's had been, hooked under your chin.

"i heard that someone's been wanting me to make them feel good?" you don't use words, you simply nod your head. theo, however, isn't very pleased with your lack of verbal affirmation, tightening his grip o your face a little, his voice turning more stern, "words, baby."

"yes, teddy. i want you so bad," you let out in a hurry, your heart beating so fast.

"aw," he mockingly pouted, "is malfoy not making you feel good enough, princess?"

"watch it, nott," draco warned, yet there isn't much malice in his warning. he knew that theo was only joking, and he knew from the way he had you screaming and fucked dumb that you knew theo was joking too.

theo, turning his attention towards the blond, sent him a cheeky smile, before his full attention returned to you. draco watched on, his white shirt unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up past his elbows, arms crossed over his chest.

"didn't think i'd come, did you, love?"

"no, teddy," you affirmed what draco had told theo.

theo stroked your cheek with one hand, his other hand reaching down tauntingly slow to grab your boob, squeezing it before he spoke, "dumb bunny, don't worry, i'll show you exactly how much i want you."

your eyes briefly cast over to draco, just to make sure that you were allowed to go ahead with this. when your eyes meet the silver of your boyfriend's, he nodded, "go on, my love, show theo how much of a good girl you can be."