Toxic!Mattheo who'd go through your phone almost every day of your relationship.
Toxic!Mattheo who'd give you the silent treatment every time he saw you talking to another guy. It didn't matter what you were talking about. You were supposed to be his and his alone.
Toxic!Mattheo who'd be soft and forgiving one minute, then screaming and shouting the next.
Toxic!Mattheo who'd narrow his eyes at your short skirt and demand that you wear a longer one. "I don't like people staring at my girl. Go change."
Psychopath!Theodore who'd be the perfect boyfriend for the first few weeks before showing his true colours.
Psychopath!Theodore who'd start commenting on your weight little by little, day by day. He'd glance at the food on your plate with a sceptical expression before convincing you he was only doing it for your own good.
Psychopath!Theodore, who'd get you addicted to smoking. He liked the idea of ruining things people thought were perfect.
Psychopath!Theodore who'd lie effortlessly about what he was doing or who he was with. "We were studying, amore. Stop overreacting. You trust me, don't you?"
Both!Tom who'd let you believe you were actually dating him. He'd let you live under that illusion for as long as it benefited him.
Both!Tom who'd slowly distance you from your friends and family, convincing you they were bad for you. "They're just slowing you down on the path to true power."
Both!Tom who'd cheat on you and convince you it was your fault. "Maybe if you put a little more effort into looking desirable, I wouldn't need to satisfy myself with other women."
Both!Tom who'd leave you the moment you'd served your purpose.
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Masterlist
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following this post, I’m currently publishing the story on wattpad! it’s my first ever story (+english isn’t my first language) so the writing might feel a little off:(
When Sleep Doesn’t Come
summary:
Lilian Marrow has struggled with insomnia for as long as she can remember. Neither the medications her father spent the entire summer carefully choosing nor the countless doctors he dragged her to ever seemed to make a difference. So, she braces herself for another dreadfully long year at Hogwarts, expecting sleepless nights and torturous mornings.
What she doesn't expect is for the oppressive midnight hours to turn into nightmares.
And Lilian isn't the only one experiencing them this time.
or
Theodore Nott returns to Hogwarts relieved to have escaped, if only for a while, the suffocating silence of the house he calls home. Another year brings the same corridors, the same classes, the same familiar faces-comforts so predictable they ought to have been dull.
Hogwarts, however, seems intent on proving him wrong.
As much as unwillingly it is unfortunate that he becomes a witness of something much darker veining its poison into the walls each night.
Summary: The anonymous notes come to an end when Mattheo discovers who's been writing back all along. Now, all that's left is meeting face-to-face...and hoping nothing changes.
Warnings: None!
A/N: After many requests here is part 2! Requests are open!
Masterlist Part 1
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Mattheo spent the rest of History of Magic staring at five words carved into the corner of the desk.
Nice bird, nerd.
His thumb brushed over the faded ink before he could stop himself.
It was you.
The person he'd been writing to for weeks.
For weeks, you'd existed only as messy handwriting and terrible mushroom drawings. A mystery tucked between lectures and forgotten homework.
Now the mystery had a face.
The girl with ink-stained fingers.
The girl who somehow lost three quills a week.
The girl who never seemed to wear her hair the same way twice.
It should have made things easier.
Instead, it made everything impossibly complicated.
He'd told you things.
Not everything.
Never everything.
But enough.
Enough that the thought of you knowing who he was suddenly made the pit of his stomach twist.
Writing to anonymous words on an old desk was one thing.
People were another.
People judged.
People heard one name...
...and decided they knew the rest.
Mattheo let out a slow breath, twirling his quill between his fingers.
He could pretend he hadn't noticed.
He could stop writing altogether.
Or...
He could get it over with.
Before he had time to change his mind, he uncapped his ink bottle.
At least my bird can fly.
His eyes wandered across the desk as the ink dried.
The mushroom.
The angry teacup.
The dragon who had somehow adopted six ducks.
The stars squeezed into the margins.
The little flowers you'd drawn whenever Binns became especially unbearable.
And, tucked carefully into the corner-
The phoenix.
Weeks of conversations.
Weeks of waiting for History of Magic for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with history.
He swallowed.
Might as well.
Then, beneath the first sentence, he wrote one more.
I know who you are.
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The next morning, you dropped into your usual seat with a yawn, already reaching for your quill.
History of Magic was many things.
Exciting had never been one of them.
You glanced automatically toward the corner of the desk.
Two new sentences waited for you.
At least my bird can fly.
A smile tugged at your lips.
Typical.
Then your eyes dropped to the line beneath it.
I know who you are.
You blinked.
For a brief second, you looked around the room.
No one was looking at you.
You looked back at the desk.
It should have felt creepy.
Instead it mostly made you curious.
You'd spent weeks wondering who sat here after you.
Apparently they'd been wondering the same thing.
You uncapped your quill.
Cool.
You paused, smiling to yourself.
Does that mean I finally get to know who you are?
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Mattheo saw your reply before he even sat down.
He stood beside the desk longer than necessary, pretending to search his bag.
"You look like you're about to throw up."
Theodore dropped into the chair beside him.
Mattheo ignored him.
Theo leaned over the desk.
"...She replied?"
Mattheo gave the smallest nod.
Theo read the message before looking back at him.
"So?"
"So what?"
"You found her."
"I know."
"And she wants to know who you are."
Mattheo's eyes stayed fixed on the words.
Does that mean I finally get to know who you are?
It looked harmless.
Simple.
As if she wasn't asking him to hand over the one thing people always decided him by.
Theo's grin slowly disappeared.
"...You're overthinking it."
Mattheo laughed quietly.
"When have I ever done that?"
Theo snorted.
"When have you not?"
Silence settled between them.
Finally Mattheo said, almost too quietly,
"You know my last name."
Theo understood immediately.
"Yeah."
Mattheo looked back at the desk.
"She'll leave."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
He shrugged.
"They always do."
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The next morning...
The desk was empty.
No reply.
No doodles.
No sarcastic corrections.
Nothing.
You frowned.
Had you pushed too hard?
The silence felt strangely wrong.
Like walking into a room where someone had just left.
You hesitated before writing anyway.
If I scared you, I'm sorry.
You stared at the sentence.
Then continued.
You don't have to tell me.
I'd rather keep writing than stop completely.
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Mattheo read your message once.
Then again.
Then a third time.
No demands.
No questions.
No pressure.
Just...
Understanding.
His shoulders loosened.
He picked up his quill.
One condition.
He frowned at the page for a second before adding another line.
No pity.
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When you saw his reply the next morning, you smiled immediately.
Deal.
But I have one condition too.
He frowned when he read it later that afternoon.
Never stop drawing.
He looked at the phoenix tucked into the corner of the desk.
His fingers rested lightly against the wood.
I'll think about it.
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The weeks slipped by.
Neither of you admitted who you were.
Neither of you seemed to mind anymore.
The dragon somehow won custody of the ducks.
The angry teacup got remarried.
Mattheo drew proper shadows.
You ruined them on purpose.
He fixed them again.
The desk slowly disappeared beneath layers of ink.
It wasn't yours anymore.
It wasn't his.
It belonged to both of you.
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One rainy afternoon, Professor Binns dismissed class early.
Students hurried toward the door.
You packed your books slowly, humming to yourself.
Your scarf snagged on the edge of the desk.
You reached for it.
Another hand reached at the same time.
Your fingers brushed.
Warm.
You both froze.
Slowly...
You looked up.
Brown eyes.
Messy curls.
The Slytherin everyone whispered about.
Mattheo Riddle.
His gaze flickered to the mushroom you'd drawn five minutes earlier.
Then back to you.
Realisation settled between you.
"Nice bird, nerd."
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
For a heartbeat he only stared.
He laughed.
Quietly.
"So..."
"So."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"You know who I am."
"I do."
He searched your face.
Waiting.
"...And?"
It took you a second.
Then you understood.
"So?"
He blinked.
"You don't..."
He stopped himself.
"You don't care?"
You looked down at the desk.
At the mushroom with glasses.
The dragon.
The ducks.
The phoenix.
Weeks of conversations spread across worn wood.
Then you looked back at him.
"I think I've known you for weeks."
Mattheo didn't have a sarcastic answer.
Instead, his shoulders relaxed just a fraction.
Enough for you to notice.
His eyes drifted toward the phoenix.
"You still like it?"
You looked at him as if the answer were obvious.
"It's my favourite drawing."
He looked away.
A smile tugged at your lips.
"So..."
He looked back.
"I think you owe me."
His eyebrow lifted.
"I owe you?"
"You've spent weeks correcting my drawings."
"They needed correcting."
"They did."
You nodded thoughtfully.
"So now you have to teach me."
"Teach you what?"
"Your shadows."
"My shadows?"
"The annoyingly good ones."
He looked down at your newest mushroom.
Then back at you.
"...You're asking me for drawing lessons?"
"I'm asking you to stop making me look bad."
A smile threatened the corner of his mouth.
"I'll think about it."
You folded your arms.
"After everything we've been through?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"We've been through a custody battle over ducks."
"They chose the dragon."
"They did."
You waited.
He sighed dramatically, glancing once more at the mushroom between you.
"Fine."
You looked up expectantly.
"I'll teach you."
Your grin spread instantly.
"Then it's a date."
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just skin and bones (a Skin & Bones. by Raye inspired fic)
You deem your on-again, off-again ex-boyfriend insane for thinking he can make love without having to love you (ex!theo nott x reader)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
a/n - all he wants is that skin and bone and lungs and a heart two eyes and a liver and a nose and no brain he's INSANE cuz he thinks he can MAKE LOVE without having to LOVE me. that is all. stream THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.
tropes/warnings - fighting (verbally), name-calling, bickering but a tad hateful, slightly comedic?
Theo, shameless vagrant that he was, wasted no time following up on that favour you owed him. It was why you were stuck at home one Friday night, distastefully eyeing him digging into your fresh, hot, buttery popcorn, freeloader that he was.
Time did funny things to that thing inside your chest. Being back in your childhood home with Theo beside you as the sights and sounds of Wall-E washed over you, reminded you of simpler times. You hardly remembered watching it as a child, and you hadn't had eyes for its beauty until you were a teenager. Sitting here, chin propped on a knee, took you back to a time when you felt so individualistic, so autonomous, so free. Back when you felt you had your whole life ahead of you.
As much as you wished otherwise, you didn't have the stamina to glower at Theo for the whole 98-minute runtime. Scene by scene, your stiff body language softened. Your position shifted away from the edge of the couch, towards the popcorn bowl, towards Theo. It was fortunate the movie enthralled you so - it was the only way you could stomach the way your fingers would accidentally brush against Theo's, still as ice-cold as you remembered.
As the credits rolled, you watched what you could see of Theo's face, disappearing then reappearing in the flickering light of the screen. Eventually, the screen went blank, and so did his silhouette. You felt rather than saw his gaze tilt towards you. You dusted the salt off your fingertips.
"There," you said. "You've had my popcorn. Now get out before my mom asks you if you want to stay over."
Theo leaned back, his long legs unfolding as he stretched. He yawned, scratching at his jaw.
"Actually, that's not a half-bad idea."
You scowled.
"Don't tempt me. I will haul your sleeping bag into oncoming traffic if I get the chance."
"Who said anything about a sleeping bag?"
It was dark, but clearly not dark enough to disguise the shit-eating grin you could hear in his voice.
"You're hilarious," you deadpanned. "I can't imagine why things never worked out between us."
"Certainly not for a lack of your charming disposition."
"Or your chivalrous tendencies."
Theo sucked in a breath between his teeth. You suppressed a smirk.
"It was one time. You know you only have yourself to blame for walking into that door." He dropped his voice. "I can't be your eyes and your keeper, sweetheart."
You snorted as you blindly reached into the dark to push his magnetic heat away. Your hand settled on his chest. For a moment, you forgot where you were, or what you were fighting about; there was only Theo and his warmth and the insidious, no-good dark pressing in on both of you.
"Okay, but seriously, leave. My mom will be insufferable if she finds out you're here."
"Promise?"
You shoved him.
You walked Theo to the front door. You told yourself it was only because you couldn't wait to get rid of him. As he reached for the doorknob, you instinctively picked his jacket off the coat stand, as if from muscle memory. For a second, your wilful, nostalgia-addled brain drifted back to the many nights that drew to a close on this very porch. Nights that ended with, er, warm goodbyes. Goodbyes that ended with Theo staggering home a good fifteen minutes later.
Oh, of course, you'd never do it today, but it was the sort of thing you'd indulge in as a teen. Theo would bid you good night, and you would sigh, or pout, or whatever it took to hold Theo back just a minute more. He had this way of holding you close, watching you with a reverence that bordered on devotional as he listened to you yammer about whatever was ailing you, fictional or otherwise. The way he'd peer down at you through his eyelashes, the way he'd lower his voice for just you to hear, the way his nose nudged yours, so unbearably soft - it was enough to make you feel like the only girl in the world.
No. Snap out of it.
Your gaze fixed on Theo once again. He was watching you with an expression that was too knowing for your liking. His hand was resting on the doorknob, but it was as though something were holding him back from turning it.
"Well. Good night, Y/N."
"Night, Teddy," you rasped out. Even as the words left your lips, you knew you'd pay dearly for letting that term of endearment slip.
You took a step closer to the door. Theo didn't move. You squinted up at him questioningly, half-suspicious. You didn't know what he was doing, still standing here, but you weren't sure if you wanted him to leave either. He was so close to you. Closer than he had been at the diner, or all evening. Close enough to be breathing the same air as you.
Your lips parted, poised to shape words to a question along the lines of are you having a stroke, Nott? That is, until you realised you had no voice for it. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Theo drop his head as he leaned towards you. His breath ghosted your lips.
You were doused by a sudden bout of reality. You flinched, badly, knocking into Theo's mouth. His head snapped back as he poorly stifled a pained groan, his hand flying up to his face. Your heart was racing as you tried to piece together what your body had reflexively picked up on.
"Did you just - ?"
"No," came the muffled reply. But his answer was too fast, too automatic, too ready at his lips.
"Oh, my God," you continued, not paying any mind to the drivel coming out of that uncouth mouth, "you just tried to kiss me." He did. He did just try to kiss you. Brainless. "Are you insane?"
Theo dabbed at his face gingerly, checking for blood on his fingertips. "Look, I don't know, or care, about what you thought I was doing, but I -"
You groaned. Always with the excuses and the lies - ugh, you did not miss this, good riddance.
"Don't even - " You scoffed, more at yourself than him. Of course he'd make a pass at you. It was so typical of him. The Theodore Nott you knew didn't know how to keep his hands, or his mouth, apparently, to himself. You crossed your arms.
"You're sick, Nott. Really. This is a new low, even for you. Trying to get me in bed when you don't even love me."
"I wasn't trying to -"
"Sure, you weren't." You rolled your eyes. "What kind of idiot do you take me for? Of all the people you know, do you really think I'm going to buy this innocent little Boy Scout who would never hurt a fly act?"
"I wasn't - "
"Oh, please. Like I don't know what you look like when you want to kiss me!"
"Fine," Theo snapped. He dropped his hand, apparently having deemed himself sufficiently unwounded. "I was going to kiss you. Happy?"
He raised his arms, outraged.
"How the fuck else have we ever said good night?"
You hesitated.
"That was...different. We were dating - delusional, but dating. How could you think this was in any way justified or appropriate?" You fixed him a derisive look. "I have a boyfriend, for Merlin's sake."
The corner of Theo's mouth twitched.
"Boyfriend," he repeated, in a patronising tone. "Don't make me laugh."
You ignored the jab.
"I don't know why I expected anything different from you," you went on, as though he hadn't spoken a word. "It's so like you to think we'll just pick up where we left off. This might be hard for your tiny little brain to comprehend, but I had my own life in Paris."
A poor, lackluster life, admittedly - not that Theo needed to know.
"And it was great. It was..." Er, maybe you were exaggerating a little. "...spectacular."
A little fib never hurt anyone.
"I have never been happier!"
Okay, now you were just straight up lying. A bit hard to stop once you've got started.
You stopped short when you picked up on the subtle shake to Theo's shoulders.
"What's so funny?" you demanded, waspishly.
Theo stifled a snort. He leaned down again, putting his face in yours, though you suspected he had no kissing-centric intentions this time.
"You know," he said softly, "for someone so thrilled with their life, you look pretty fucking miserable."
Your face burned hot. Oh, he was going to pay for that. You wanted to throttle him. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. What the - who the fuck did he think he was, sauntering into your house, eating your popcorn, making comments about a relationship he knew nothing about?
"Save it, Theodore," you said in a clipped tone. "I know who to call the next time I want to hear someone talking out of their ass."
Theo let out a sharp bark of laughter.
"This - this is your problem," he crowed. "You love the sound of your own voice too much to listen to anything anyone else has to say. Why should you, when you're always right, huh?"
You sneered at him.
"Oh, yeah. Sure. I don't know about always, but this time I'm..." your eyes flitted around the doorway. "...not wrong."
"That's just another way to say you're right!"
You threw your hands up.
"You know what? You're right. This is my fault. It's my fault for thinking you've changed. That you've grown up. Merlin forbid I think we're just having a nice time together. Kept your mouth shut for a couple of hours, so now you get to cop a feel? What, did you think I'd be easy enough, begging for you after all those years away?"
As you spoke, Theo's jaw set. Good. It was about time something ruffled his devil-may-care feathers.
"Now you're just putting words in my mouth. I never s - I never thought - "
"Face it, Nott. You're just too proud to admit you wanted to kiss me."
"And you're too proud to admit you wanted me to kiss you!"
Your face blanched. The shock quelled your rage momentarily. Shame masked any vindication you might have felt over Theo's lack of denial.
"Doesn't fit your sweet, innocent little image, does it?" Theo continued smugly, revelling in the quiet that followed. "Cheating? With an ex-boyfriend you're still hung up on?"
Anger flared in your chest once again. How dare he insinuate that you were pathetic enough to still have feelings for him after all this time, after all he's done?
"Get out. Out!"
You hooked Theo by the elbow as you yanked the door open, sending him stumbling down the front steps. A good and proper row, oddly reminiscent of the 'off-again' parts of your old relationship, appropriately theatrical and heavily dosed with low blows.
"Get out of my house," you hissed at him. "I never want to see you again. Take your filthy jacket with you."
You balled up his jacket and hurled it at him, which he caught at his stomach. He didn't stumble, didn't even flinch. Why should he, when he was just as seasoned as you were in navigating your aggressive spats? If you had to (grudgingly) admit to one redeeming quality of Theo's, it was that he gave as good as he got.
"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. Today the jacket's filthy, but when I went to Europe - "
"You shut your mouth, you lying bastard."
Theo gave a sardonic whoop as he walked backwards down the path, towards the pavement.
"Oh yeah, that's good. Merlin forbid I don't take your abuse lying down. I'm the worst! I'm despicable. What else?"
You wished you had more of his possessions to pelt at his head. Your bicep was itching to heave something, preferably heavy enough to inflict considerable injury, at that ratty face of his.
"You narcissist, you egomaniac - "
"Oh, yeah! Can't forget about my head, it's the size of Manhattan."
You raised your voice, uncaring about the scene you were making, or what the neighbours did or didn't hear.
"Merlin help you if I catch your lying ass skulking around here, day or night."
"Oh, believe me, I'll be staying far, far away. You bet I thank my lucky stars every night I don't have to deal with this FRIGID. BITCH."
"MAN-WHORE!"
You flipped him off. He responded in equal measure.
Glaring, you watched him throw his jacket into his car and climb behind the wheel. He looked up as he yanked at his seatbelt, meeting your gaze. His lips were pressed into a thin line. A muscle in your jaw twitched. You refused to look away.
a/n: hi! this isn't the next chapter of my story, but I wanted to take a little break to write a quick oneshot, so here it is! I'm also open to requests for my fics so feel free to ask, enjoy!
word count: 2.4k
Theodore Nott is an enigma. A mystery you're slowly unraveling, and you really mean it when you say slowly. Dating him for the past four months has given you a glimpse into his mind, though it's definitely not enough for you to feel confident in choosing a birthday gift for him on your own. His birthday. You know he's not particularly enthusiastic about celebrations, especially those concerning him. He wouldn't bat an eye if the day passed without a peep from anyone, but you believe he deserves some fuss over his birthday, even if it's just from you. You have four days to think of the perfect gift for the boy who seems perpetually unimpressed by everything. What better way to start than by asking each of his house mates?
You set off, determined, as you approach a chatty Astoria Greengrass who's currently talking the ear off of some poor Hufflepuff girl.
"Astoria, I need your help." you say sitting down next to her, the Hufflepuff taking the graciously given opportunity in full as she makes a quick getaway, shooting you a relieved glance.
"Sure! What do you need?" she says sweetly, already having forgotten about her previous conversation.
"It's Theo. I'm trying to figure out what to get him for his birthday. I want it to be special for him."
"Oh, that's sweet! I'm sure he'd like anything from you, but if you need suggestions, how about a personally bound journal with charmed with a spell to keep it away from prying eyes? Can't trust Mattheo not to go snooping." she says with a laugh.
"That's actually a really good idea. He does write a lot." you say, glad to start your investigation on such a high note. At this rate, you won't even have to ask any of the others. Thank Merlin there's someone at least partially sane in your house.
"Oh, please. He doesn't need another reason to go lock himself away to brood." a sudden, familiar voice comes from behind, startling you out of your thoughts.
"You should get him a silver pocket watch. Something traditional and sophisticated to match his aristocratic background."
"Daphne, I appreciate your input but I'd rather not remind him of his father on his birthday. Besides, he doesn't care much for flashy things like that." you say, standing up now that the newly arrived Greengrass sister had practically taken over your side of the bench.
"Well I can't say I didn't try. Come on Tori, we need to get started on that Binns essay." Daphne tugs on Astoria's arm until she's standing and she gives you a quick, apologetic wave before she's dragged away by her sister.
You look down at the mostly empty piece of parchment you had brought with you to keep track of potential gifts. The journal idea is still on the table, but now you’re unsure about it. He does have tons of journals already. You shake it off, deciding to continue your search; you head down a corridor where you eventually come across Blaise Zabini, who's leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he wordlessly judges the students that cross his path now and then.
"Zabini, do you have a second?" you ask, approaching him.
He looks you up and down before answering. "What is it?"
"Theo's birthday is coming up. I wanted to get a few gift ideas from people, so I'm asking you." you say, slightly self-conscious now.
He raises an eyebrow, letting out an amused scoff though you can tell he's thinking about it now. "I'm sure you know Nott isn't interested in any mundane rubbish you might buy from Hogsmeade. Get him some obscure book on ancient runes or theory. The older and more expensive, the better." he says, before straightening up and leaving, abandoning the conversation as soon as it started.
"Okay…" you murmur to yourself, now even more discouraged, parchment still painfully blank. You weren't drowning in galleons and any connections you did have weren't anything to write home about, so even if you wanted to, getting a rare book he'd like is completely out of your reach.
As you're standing there, dwelling on your shortcomings, a hand slaps you on the back, the sting causing a sudden wave of annoyance to wash away any previous feelings of self pity. You turn around, ready to chew out whoever it is, but they're speaking before you can even open your mouth.
"Why the sad face?" Mattheo's voice is obnoxiously loud as he laughs, slapping your back again. Of course, you should've known it was him. Only he'd have enough audacity to do something like that.
"Mattheo." you say with a grimace, pushing his hand away.
"I've heard about your dilemma and I'm here to help." he says, his smile more unnerving than friendly.
"Right, okay. You're close with him, what do you think he'd like?" you say, less hostile now that he's not just here to bother you.
"A dagger," he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "One with a goblin-wrought silver blade. It's practical and sharp, perfect for him."
"You want me to get him a weapon? For his birthday?"
"Hey, I'm trying to help you out. Just don't get him anything overly sentimental; he'll end up throwing it out." he says seriously for a second before the smile returns to his face.
"Good luck!" he laughs before walking down the hall, his voice echoing off the walls before it fades.
That night you go to bed restless, your mind a jumbled mess of almost gifts that still don't seem right. Three more days to figure it out. You still have people to ask and thankfully no one's let it slip to Theo, who's still blissfully unaware of the lengths you're going to for him.
You're refreshed and newly inspired the next morning, your qualms from yesterday nowhere to be found. You have Snape first thing that morning, and there's nothing like an early morning Potions class to get your mind going. You sit next to Theo, he'd get suspicious if you didn't, though your thoughts are focused on who you'll ask next after class is over.
"Theo, I need to talk with Pansy after class, can I catch up with you later?" you ask, watching him prepare the ingredients for the potion assigned as the task of the day.
"Parkinson?" he says, looking up at you now. "Why? Did she say something to you?"
"No, it's nothing like that. She just borrowed my Ancient Runes notes last week and she's 'forgotten' to give them back. It'll be quick, I promise."
You assume it's fine because he just shrugs and goes back to whatever he’s doing, but after class, when you grab your things and make your way over to Pansy out in the hall, you notice he's already there waiting for you.
"Theo, you can go ahead, you don't have to wait for me." you say, slightly nervous now as you move to stand in front of him.
"You're acting strange. It'll only take a few minutes right? I can wait." he says, arms crossed now. He's probably noticed the tension in your form and on any other day, his awareness of your habits would make you swoon, but it isn't any other day so it does nothing but make you anxious.
"Please? I just want to talk to her, and I can't do that if you're hovering over me." You love him but he really can't take a hint.
"…Fine. I'll be in the common room. Don't be long." he gives in, still wary but you're clearly uncomfortable and he doesn't want to push it.
"Thank you." you say giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before shooing him away.
Your consultation with Pansy goes about as well as you expect.
"Cologne." she says definitively once you ask her. "Something expensive, with cedarwood or amber."
"What's wrong with the way he smells now?" you ask, frowning.
"It's fine, but it's not impactful," she says, leaning forward and gently poking your chest with a manicured finger. "A proper wizard needs a signature scent. Trust me. Pick up something from that high-end apothecary in Paris. If you give him cedarwood, he’ll actually wear it just to keep you happy."
"Besides, every time he puts it on, he'll think of you. Romantic, isn't it?" she says with a satisfied smile. "You'll be thanking me later, I promise."
You watch her as she walks off, chewing the inside of your cheek as you give the idea some thought. Another bust. Theo doesn't like attention (nothing screams attention like cologne), and the last thing you'd want to do is give him something that will make him uncomfortable, but that he'll still use out of obligation because you gave it to him.
You decide to retreat back to the common room, running into Draco on your way there. Your interaction with him is so short lived however, you’re not even sure you can call it a conversation.
He laughs in your face not even a second after you finish speaking. "If you don't know what to get Nott for his birthday, then you shouldn’t be dating him."
Jerk. So much for that.
You head into the common room, dragging your feet as you practically throw yourself onto the nearest sofa, groaning into a pillow. After staying there for a few seconds, you lift your head, scanning the room. Theo's not there, he must be in his dormitory right now, but there are a few stragglers scattered around. Lorenzo Berkshire, your last hope, is currently laughing at a fifth year who's eyebrows are now singed from a particularly nasty game of exploding snap.
"Enzo." your voice carries across the room as you sit up to face him.
He looks up at you, his eyes still filled with mirth as he stands up. "Yeah?"
"Quick, come here and keep your voice down." you say waving him over.
"Oh, a secret. Okay, I can do that." he's whispering now as he comes to sit beside you.
"It's Theo. What do you think he'd like as a gift?"
"Mmm..how about a snake!" He says grinning and you know immediately he won't be of any help. "A pet that'll stay under his bed and guard his books. It'll even keep him company."
"Enzo, I want to give him a nice gift, not a trip to the hospital wing." You say sighing. "Also, I go to his dorm. Why would I want a venomous snake waiting for me?"
"Oh right, good point." he smiles sheepishly. "Okay, then get him a bottle of Firewhisky, he looks like he needs it."
"Thanks for the suggestions, but I'll just think of something on my own." you say, still cringing at the thought of Theo with a snake.
He gives you a shrug before he goes back to his game, already laughing again. Theo comes down now, his eyes searching the room before they land on your figure. A small smile pulls at his mouth as he approaches you.
"Hey, you okay? Did you sort things out with Parkinson?" he says in that low, calming tone that makes your heart flutter, and now you can't help but feel bad that you've been tiptoeing around him trying to figure out what his friends think of him when he's right in front of you. What were you thinking? You know him better than anyone else, you're the one constantly around him, so why wouldn't you trust your own judgment?
"Theo, do you want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" you ask softly, your hand finding his as your heart clenches painfully from the overwhelming affection you're constantly feeling for him. The others don't know anything about Theo, your Theo, who stays up until 2:00 AM reading muggle poetry because he finds the structure fascinating, who takes his tea with exactly two sugars but always pretends to drink it black, who secretly keeps dried flowers pressed between the pages of his favorite astronomy books because you had given them to him.
"Yeah, we can go." his fingers intertwine with yours as he watches you carefully. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine now. I've fixed my problem."
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On the morning of his birthday, you drag him away to a secluded bench in a hidden corner of the courtyard. You're excitedly tugging him along, and he's still half asleep, but he's always willing to entertain you so he goes wherever you take him. You pull him down to sit next to you once you get to the bench, his eyes clear now that he's fully awake.
"Close your eyes." you say grinning.
He does without questioning it and you're thankful to him for that. You quickly remove the parcel from the pocket in your robe and you take a deep breath, examining it over once again before speaking.
"Okay, you can open them now." you say, and your excitement now turns to anxiety as you wait for his reaction to the gift you had put together the day before.
You know he collects the chocolate frog cards so you managed, luckily, to track down a rare, vintage card of an ancient astronomer he's been talking about for a while. It's tucked inside the front page of a classic piece of muggle literature you had found second hand. You had gone through the book, making annotations and leaving notes for him to read. He'd been eyeing it for a few weeks, but he never bought it because he was wary about its muggle origin, so you just got it for him, problem solved. The final gift is a jumper you charmed with a warming spell, folded and placed neatly under the book.
He goes through all the items one by one, his lack of response and expression making you unsure about his feelings towards the gift. He looks up at you once he's finished, the intensity of his gaze making you flinch.
"When did you even have time to do all this?" he says, and he sounds as breathless as you feel.
"I got them when we were at Hogsmeade yesterday and I couldn't really sleep last night anyway so.." you say fiddling with your fingers.
He pulls you into a hug so quickly, it knocks the air out of you. You're guessing he likes the gift. You pat his back, laughing softly as his grip on you tightens.
"Okay, okay. Seriously, you're crushing me." you say, patting his back harder now.
His grip loosens, though he doesn't let you go completely. "Thank you. Really, it's perfect." he sighs into your hair, his voice wavering slightly.
You're now immensely grateful you didn't follow any of the silly advice you were given about him. You know now that Theo does like sentimental things as long as they always come from you. Your arms wrap around him now as your head falls onto his shoulder, your voice a content murmur when you speak. "Happy Birthday, Theo."
Today my head said "Theo+titty fucking" and it won't get out.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk
- 🍀
the room spins as both you and theo stumble into his dorm, a bottle of wine swaying in your hand. in a blur of motion, theo yanks your top off and gropes your tits, grunting like a hungry animal.
“hmm.. prettiest girl alive.” he slurs, mouth latching onto your nipples. you giggle at the touch, looking down at theo moaning around your breasts, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close while his other hand squeezes your tits.
you raise the bottle of wine above you and tilt it, letting the wine flood over your chest. “drink up, pretty boy.”
with his eyes half-closed and his hands even rougher than before, he slurps up every drop of liquid spilling from your boobs, licking and sucking messily. “oh, fuck.” he groans between heavy breaths and gulps.
theo, unable to control himself much longer, pushes you back onto his bed, eliciting a drunk giggle from you. with a smirk, he undoes his belt eagerly, fingers fumbling in haste. his cock springs free the second he lowers his pants, precum glistening at the tip.
“jesus fuck, look at you.” he chuckles, eyes scanning you from head to toe. you lie flustered beneath him, your hair all messy and slick from sweat and alcohol, and your top long forgotten somewhere on the floor.
“i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you one day. you hear me, baby?” he sticks two fingers into your mouth, making you suck on his digits before wrapping them around his cock, coating it with your saliva. he props himself up on top of you, his length perfectly aligned with your tits. “gonna put a pretty ring on your finger and treat you like the princess you are.”
you push your tits together tightly, moving in rhythm with his sloppy thrusts. he hisses at the feeling. “every. fucking. day.”
“oh, shut up, nott.” you chide, body rocking with his movements as you bite your lip. “let’s talk again after that post-nut clarity hits.”
he sets a sloppy rhythm, hips stuttering from the alcohol and his quickly approaching orgasm. he doesn’t know where to look— your bouncing tits, your dreamy eyes, your plump, swollen lips. his eyelids hang low and his mouth’s agape in bliss.
“baby, you should—fuck—know by now that i want you no matter what, capito?” theo grabs your jaw, thumb slipping into your mouth. you suck on it without hesitation, earning a lazy smirk from him. “that’s a good girl.”
he lets out shaky breaths as he increases his pace. his hand, covered in your spit, glides down your face. sensing that he’s close, you stick your tongue out, making him groan loudly at the sight.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m gonna—” thick spurts of cum shoot from the swollen tip— landing not only into your mouth, but making a mess all over your face and tits as well. you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his seed on your skin, and you obediently swallow what has landed on your tongue.
theo’s chest heaves as he catches his breath, sweat trickling down his temple and he grins at the sight of your face painted with his cum.
“just so you know…” theo pants, brown locks sticking to his forehead. he presses a gentle kiss to collarbone. “i’m still gonna marry you.”
