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theodore nott x fem!reader
synopsis - theo is used to people not staying. he's used to people leaving. so when he shows up to hogwarts this year with a fresh dark mark, he expects you to do the same. but you're not like anyone that's ever been in his life before.
warnings - dark mark, inexplicit descriptions of torture, angst/hurt to comfort
slytherin boys nav
the air in the slytherin common room shifted when he came back. not louder, not dramatic. just wrong. like something had been pulled too tight and never loosened again.
theo had always been quiet in a way that made people lean in if they wanted anything from him. this was different. this felt deliberate. cold in a way that made people stop trying.
especially you.
the first week, you told yourself it was nothing you couldn’t understand. whatever had happened over the summer, whatever he’d seen or been dragged into, it made sense that he’d come back changed. so you gave him space. left chocolates on his bed like you used to. caught his eye across the room and smiled, soft and familiar.
he never smiled back.
his gaze would pass over you like you weren’t there, like looking too long might mean something he didn’t want it to.
the second week, he started leaving.
not obviously. not enough for anyone else to comment on it. but you noticed. you always noticed. conversations cut short the second you joined them. footsteps turning the other way before you could catch up. doors closing just before you reached them.
it would’ve almost been impressive, the way he avoided you. if it didn’t make your chest feel hollow.
by the time tuesday came, you were done pretending it was something you could wait out.
the charms corridor was empty, quiet in that echoing way that made everything feel more final than it should. you caught him before he could turn, hand wrapping around his sleeve, not hard but enough.
“theo.”
he stopped. didn’t pull away. didn’t look at you either.
“what is this?” your voice came out tighter than you meant it to. “are you just going to keep doing this? acting like i don’t exist?”
“nothing’s going on.” flat. practiced.
you let out a breath that felt more like frustration than anything else. stepped closer, forcing him to either look at you or walk through you.
“don’t lie to me. we were fine. we were more than fine. so what changed?”
for a second, you thought he wouldn’t answer. that he’d just keep staring at the wall behind you until you gave up first.
then he looked at you.
and it knocked the air out of you.
it wasn’t anger. you would’ve preferred anger. it was something sharper than that, something worn down and raw at the edges.
“everything,” he said, like the word itself tasted wrong. “this isn’t working. it’s done.”
you blinked at him. “done?”
“yes.”
“that’s not how this works.” your voice dropped, steadier now, even if your chest wasn’t. “you don’t just decide that and expect me to—”
“i do.” his jaw tightened. “and i am.”
you stared at him, searching for something that made sense. something that sounded like him. “then give me a reason. just one.”
something in his expression cracked.
not open. just enough.
a quiet, humorless breath left him, almost a laugh if it had any warmth in it at all. then, all at once, it wasn’t quiet anymore.
“what do you want me to say?”
his sleeve was shoved up before you could react, movement sharp enough to make you flinch.
“do you want me to tell you how they held me down while he carved it in? how long it took. how it felt.”
the words came out uneven, like he wasn’t used to saying them out loud. like they’d been sitting somewhere too long.
your eyes dropped before you could stop yourself.
the mark looked worse up close. not because you hadn’t seen it before. but because it was his.
you forgot how to breathe.
“or do you want the part where i stopped fighting,” he went on, quieter now, like the anger had burned itself out too fast. “because it wasn’t going to change anything.”
silence stretched between you, heavy enough to settle into your bones.
when he spoke again, it wasn’t sharp. it wasn’t anything, really. just tired.
“my mum’s gone,” he said. “she didn’t mean to leave, but she did. and that’s how it goes, isn’t it. people don’t stay.”
he looked at you then, properly this time, and it was worse than anything else he’d said.
“i’m not waiting for you to figure that out too.”
it clicked in a way that made your stomach turn.
this wasn’t him trying to push you away because he didn’t care. it was the opposite. it was him trying to get there first. make it hurt on his terms instead of yours.
you stepped forward before he could say anything else, fingers closing around his wrist without thinking.
he flinched. tried to pull back.
you didn’t let him.
“no,” you said, softer than before but steadier. “you don’t get to decide that for me.”
“you don’t understand.”
“i do.” your grip tightened just slightly, enough to keep him there. “you’re scared. fine. that makes sense. but you don’t get to burn everything down and call it protection.”
he didn’t answer.
didn’t leave either.
that was enough.
“if you’re so convinced everyone leaves,” you said, glancing down the corridor like the answer might be there waiting, “then we’ll just have to make it harder for me to.”
he frowned, confusion cutting through everything else. “what are you talking about.”
you ignored that. leaned past him, voice carrying down the hall. “malfoy.”
it didn’t take long.
he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, standing there with his wand like he’d been dragged into something he didn’t understand. maybe he had.
you held your hand out anyway.
“i’m not leaving,” you said, more to theo than anyone else. then, quieter, more deliberate, “i swear it.”
the magic caught before you could second guess it, heat wrapping around your hand, sharp and real.
theo stared at you like he hadn’t caught up yet. like this wasn’t something he’d considered as a possibility.
“you don’t have to—”
“i know.” you met his eyes. “i want to.”
that did it.
slowly, like it cost him something, he lifted his own hand.
“i’m not leaving either,” he said, voice rough around the edges.
the magic tightened, pulling the words into something solid.
binding.
it faded just as quickly, leaving behind something you could still feel, even without seeing it.
for a second, neither of you moved.
then he did.
not away this time.
he folded into you like something in him finally gave out, forehead pressed into your shoulder, breath uneven against your neck. you felt it before you heard it, the way it broke out of him, quiet at first and then not at all.
you held onto him, one hand in his hair, the other still wrapped around his wrist like you might lose him if you let go.
“i’m here,” you said, close enough that he’d hear it even if he didn’t want to. “that’s not changing.”
Here is a collection of all the works I've written to date that I can find under my current and previous usernames ~nottendo, ~sinsandlemonade & ~moscatosin.
Please note that for each piece of writing, all characters were written with the intention of them being aged up to 18+, thus suitable for a mature setting.
THEODORE NOTT
♡ keep going
♡ king of consent
♡ jersey
♡ cedric's girl (feat. draco)
♡ birthday boy (feat. draco)
♡ cold turkey
♡ study strokes & runes or ruin & eat
♡ cream dream (feat. draco)
♡ convenience
♡ therapy
♡ boyfriend?
♡ insufferable
♡ share (feat. mattheo)
♡ perfect prefect virgin
♡ birthday (feat. malfoy's!girl)
♡ trunks
♡ paris (feat. mattheo)
♡ heartbreak homes
♡ pout
♡ knockturn (feat. blaise)
MATTHEO RIDDLE
♡ candy canes
♡ just friends
♡ reputation
♡ occlumency
♡ sit
♡ share (feat. theo)
♡ mercy
♡ random thoughts about riddle men
♡ nails
♡ paris (feat. theo)