#theo nott

[nonbeliever1]

pwease someone send me rafe / tom riddle / theodore nott requests 🥹🥹 im uninspired and bored

[illbegottenfaith]

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?

word count - 2.1k

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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.

Lunatic.

[juniperleavesfall]

A Lesson in Gift Giving

What would Theodore Nott want for his birthday?

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."

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I kinda wanna start writing fanfics i have sm ideas but m so lazy

[nottsangel]

Today my head said "Theo+titty fucking" and it won't get out.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

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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.”

[illbegottenfaith]

did you get your taste back? (a Taste Back by Harry Styles fic)

Three years after you last saw your on-again, off-again ex-boyfriend, you realise you still haven't grown out of your taste for him (ex!theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - I think this is the first fic where I genuinely have nothing to say LOL anyways kiss all the time and disco occasionally!!! <33

word count - 1.5k

tropes/warnings - estranged exes to lovers, mildly unhealthy r/ship, second chance

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You nibbled at your chocolate sundae, your ears ringing with the tinny echo of the Latin pop music. You had long since lost interest in your boyfriend’s antics, such as starting a paltry Macarena chain at some random diner on a Thursday night. Of course, you were the only one who had seen it all before. Even your best friend, Ivy, was goggling at him from behind the counter, seconds away from dropping the glass in her slackening grip.

“Well, I never.”

You flinched, nearly upsetting your sundae. You knew who it is before you turned to look. Your eyes darted over to the counter, from which Ivy had mysteriously disappeared. Oh, that snitch.

“Do mine eyes deceive me?”

You reluctantly peered over your shoulder at your ex-boyfriend. You hadn’t wanted him to know you were back in town, and you had liked your odds of not running into him this evening. But then again, it was a small town - there were only so many places to go to.

“Hullo, Theodore.”

Theo slid into your booth, opposite you. His smile was as flippant as you remembered - the years had done nothing to mature it, or him, from the looks of it.

"Where did you go again? Portugal? Paraguay? Papua New Guinea?"

"Paris."

He screwed up his forehead. "Where's that, again?"

"Just south of go-fuck-yourself."

Theo placed a hand on his chest in mock indignation. You rolled your eyes. Please. As if you had forgotten how much filthier his mouth was, or could be.

"Oh, look at that. Three years on, and you still want to act like I don't got jokes. I'm touched, really."

You flashed him a sardonic smile. "Anything for you, baby."

Theo slid your sundae towards himself with a practiced ease.

“Two sundaes? I don’t remember you being this greedy."

He turned, craning his neck to survey the diner.

"So where’s your newest boy toy?”

His eyes settled onto the dwindling macarena chain near the back entrance. He turned back to you with a knowing look. You scowled.

“I’m going to take a wild guess.”

“Don’t.”

Theo grinned, keeping his mouth shut for once, but you felt embarrassed anyway. His eyes wandered over the table, the checkered floor, then you, as if searching for a change in subject. You could feel your face starting to burn under his gaze.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were back in town," he said, as if he had the uncanny ability to read your mind. Ugh, that you didn't miss.

You grimaced, pulling your sundae back towards yourself. Theo reached out towards what was left of the maraschino cherry that had been steadily wilting for the better part of the last hour. You slapped his hand away.

“Quit it. This one’s mine.”

“But you don’t even like the cherries.”

“Neither do you.”

Theo shrugged. “Free food is free food.”

“But this is my food.”

“Like I said, free food. Anyway, watch this.”

He plucked out the cherry anyway and dropped it into his mouth. For the next couple of minutes, you watched Theo's mouth work steadily, cautiously plying at the cherry. You watched, unimpressed. If nothing else, it was nice that it shut Theo up, even for just a short while.

"You're on your own if you start to choke. I still haven't learned the Heimlich."

Theo's eyes widened in a way that suggested he was playing up his surprise. Oh, you wanted to kick him for that.

Finally, he extracted the cherry stem, now expertly twisted into a knot. You gave him a bored look.

"Wonderful. The most useless skill I've ever witnessed. I've finally seen it all. I can die happy."

You went back to fiddling with your sundae. You were distantly aware that you were doing a poor job of disguising your horrid mood, but you didn't care enough to put any real heart into it, especially in front of Theo. Even when you were dating, you never bothered trying to hide your true feelings, not that it would have ever worked. The man could read you like a book.

Now, though...he probably didn't even realise anything was amiss.

Theo sucked at his teeth, breaking the awkward silence. The sundae that you had barely touched was now half empty. You looked up, and followed his gaze to where he was watching your boyfriend.

“He’s very spirited, isn’t he?" Theo murmured. "Look at those hips go.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sure,” you said, ignoring Theo’s barb. You swirled around what was left of your sundae in the bottom of your glass dejectedly. “He’s got enough spirit for the whole bar. Everyone except me.”

Theo's eyes slid back to your face. Something in his eyes flickered, as if he was finally putting two and two together. Oh, you hated when he did that. Trust Theo to sour your one visit home within your first 24 hours back.

“C'mon," Theo said, his tone deliberately unsympathetic. You had always hated being pitied. "Chin up. We can make him jealous. Here,” Theo continued, covering your hand with his own. “Feed me some whipped cream.”

You had never held hands in public much when you were dating. You stared at where the joints of his fingers rested against your knuckles. It felt like a caricature of the time you spent together. Maybe that was what your relationship had needed - more hand-holding.

When you didn't respond, Theo wavered, closing his mouth uncertainly.

“Is he looking?”

“Are you?”

“Looking?”

“Jealous.”

The corners of his mouth tightened.

“No,” Theo said. He said it so easily, automatically. You should have known the answer just as automatically. He searched your face, his mouth pressed into a thin line, as if the question had made him uncomfortable. As if you had made him uncomfortable.

And who could blame him? He had probably long since moved on. You were the one harshing the vibe with your three-years-too-late thoughts that, really, were better kept to yourself.

You dragged a hand down your face. “I don’t - I’m sorry.” You fidgeted, tapping at the rings of condensation on the table. “Forget I said anything.”

The embarrassment washed over you like a wave. Your face felt hot, too hot. What did you care about Theo being jealous? That was his problem, not yours. And you certainly didn't want him to be jealous, heaven forbid. That was the whole reason you had moved away in the first place.

You closed your eyes, your head in your hands. Were the diner lights always this bright? Blinding, really, the way they reflected off the tiles. Oh, and that god-awful jukebox - you were ready to take a bat to it if they didn't stop soon. Between the noise and the emotional rollercoaster, you were starting to get a bit of a headache.

"Could you - could you leave, actually?" you forced out, your voice unnaturally high-pitched. "I think Martin's finishing up, and we should really get back to our date."

Theo stared at you. For a second, it looked like he would refuse, that he was going to tell you off for trying to hide when things got tough. But then the moment passed, and he sat up straighter, glancing at his watch.

"Yeah. Sure. I need to get going, anyway."

Theo climbed out of the booth. Even with your eyes still fixed on the sticky table, you could feel him hover, as if he were not quite ready to leave yet.

“Oi. Psst. Y/N.”

Grudgingly, you glanced up.

“You owe me.”

You raised your eyebrows, appalled.

“You all but devour my sundae, and I’m the one who owes you? Merlin, you really haven't changed.”

“Hey," Theo said, without any real outrage. "I didn’t just do that. I also ate your yucky medicinal cherry. Have some gratitude.”

You spluttered indignantly. Theo gave you a lazy half-smile. As he turned to leave, he ruffled your hair, which you imagined was some half-baked attempt at a brotherly affection.

Only, it doesn’t land right coming from Theo. All you can think about is the feeling of his fingers on your scalp, so gentle with their pressure, yet so persistent, as if the pads of his fingertips were aching to seek you out all these years later.

You were pulled out of your reverie as the diner's bell chimed. Theo stepped out and once again bled into some non-descript, unimportant detail in the void of your hometown.

You exhaled. Your thoughts wandered back to the conversation, to how Theo had subtly shifted towards you, as if his body were still attuned to your moods even if his mind no longer was. Perhaps it was something about the way you spoke that tipped him off on how lonely Paris was.

Maybe you just needed a little love. Or maybe you needed Theo.

Probably the first one.

[evasp4rkles]

slytherins moodboards for my Theodore Nott x OC psychological thriller with unreliable narrators fanfic im currently writing!!

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

[sophiariddlenott]

HelIoo, can I request A Muggle reader and Theodore? One day the boys, or only him, decide to go to the Muggle world to explore, and Theo falls in love with a girl??

My Wizard Boyfriend

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Muggle Reader

Summary: Theodore only meant to watch a Spider-Man movie in the muggle world, until he met you. Between comic book discussions and milkshake dates, you both fell in love. When you finally found out he was a wizard… you realised you were dating a real-life Doctor Strange.

Warnings: Nothing! Fluffy flustered Theo!

A/N: I COMBINED MARVEL AND HARRY POTTER I'M SO HAPPY! Thanks for the request @justpaucaro!

Masterlist

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Lorenzo wanted to see some ridiculous film about a boy who got bitten by a radioactive spider.

Muggles were absolutely mad.

Who looked at a spider and thought, You know what? That should give someone superpowers.

And then, somehow, turned that idea into a bestselling comic.

And then into a film.

Theodore remained thoroughly unconvinced.

Still...

He couldn't deny he was curious.

As a pure-blood, he'd never spent any real time in the Muggle world. His father had always dismissed Muggles as beneath them-people who stumbled through life without magic, relying on crude inventions to compensate.

"They're uncomfortable," Mattheo muttered, tugging irritably at the waistband of his jeans.

"They're called clothes, Mattheo," Lorenzo replied with an exaggerated sigh. "And we're wearing them so we blend in. Now hurry up-the cinema's this way."

He strode confidently down the pavement, clearly the only one who knew where he was going.

Theo, Mattheo, Draco and Blaise followed behind, each looking varying degrees of unimpressed.

Theo's attention wandered.

Everything around him felt strangely fascinating.

Cars rushed past in neat rows, lights flashing as they disappeared into the distance.

He watched one disappear around a corner.

"They built all of this without magic," he murmured.

Mattheo snorted.

"They don't even have Floo Powder."

"They use aeroplanes instead," Lorenzo said over his shoulder. "Massive metal things that fly through the sky."

"Takes hours," Mattheo added dramatically.

"What an appalling way to travel," Draco scoffed.

Blaise glanced sideways at him.

"Really?"

Draco folded his arms.

"Yes."

"So what does Granger think about your opinion of Muggles?"

Draco's ears immediately turned pink.

"Oh, shut up."

Blaise burst into laughter while Theo quietly tuned them out, taking in the unfamiliar streets instead.

There were no enchanted shop windows.

No owls overhead.

No witches bustling between cafés.

Everything was different.

Oddly...

He didn't dislike it.

The cinema was crowded.

People milled around the lobby wearing bright red shirts decorated with black webs and enormous white eyes.

Theo frowned.

"They seem awfully committed to this spider boy."

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Spider-Man."

Theo looked at him.

"How is he a man if he's only seventeen?"

"It's a superhero film, Nott."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It's not supposed to."

Theo hummed thoughtfully.

"Poor writing."

Lorenzo stared at him for a long moment before shaking his head.

"I'm buying the tickets."

He pointed a warning finger at the group.

"Do not wander off."

He disappeared towards the ticket counter, leaving the others standing in the middle of the lobby.

Mattheo had already started arguing with Draco over something called popcorn.

"I refuse to spend eight pounds on corn," Draco declared.

"It's not just corn," Lorenzo called back from the queue.

"It's an experience."

"It's corn."

"It's popcorn."

Theo decided he wanted no part in whatever argument that was.

Instead, he slipped his hands into the pockets of the borrowed jacket Lorenzo had insisted he wear and looked around.

The place was loud.

People laughed.

Children ran past with oversized drinks.

Music drifted from unseen speakers overhead.

No one glanced at anyone else.

No one cared who came from an old family.

No one whispered about blood status.

For the first time in a long while...

Everything felt wonderfully ordinary.

Someone suddenly collided with him.

"Oh my God-I'm so sorry!"

A stack of paper cups slipped from your arms.

Before they could hit the floor, Theo instinctively caught them.

You blinked up at him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then you laughed.

"You've got amazing reflexes."

You carefully took the cups back.

"My manager would've killed me if I'd dropped those."

Theo frowned slightly.

"...Killed you?"

You tilted your head.

"...From my job?"

Right.

Muggles worked.

Even teenagers.

He cleared his throat.

"Of course."

You smiled politely, apparently assuming he'd been joking.

"You guys here for Spider-Man?"

Theo opened his mouth.

"...I..."

Nothing came out.

His mind had gone completely blank.

Behind him, Mattheo snorted.

"He doesn't know what Spider-Man is."

Theo shot him an unimpressed look.

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"I absolutely do."

"You literally just called him Spider-Boy."

Theo chose not to dignify that with a response.

You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth.

"Wait..."

Your eyes widened.

"You seriously don't know Spider-Man?"

Theo remained silent.

"...Do you at least know Marvel?"

"...Marvel?"

You looked genuinely horrified.

"You don't know Marvel?"

Theo had the distinct feeling he'd somehow failed a test he hadn't realised he was taking.

"What exactly did you watch growing up?" you asked dramatically.

"Your parents should be arrested."

Theo blinked.

"...Arrested?"

"For depriving you of the greatest superhero franchise ever created."

"I..."

He glanced helplessly towards Lorenzo.

"...don't know what that means."

"Oh, wow."

You pressed a hand to your chest as though personally wounded.

"Okay."

You thought for a moment before reaching into your pocket.

"I work at a comic book shop after this shift."

Theo frowned.

"...A what?"

"A comic shop."

You paused.

"...Actually, explaining it won't help."

Pulling out a receipt, you scribbled an address on the back before handing it to him.

"Come by later."

Theo looked down at the paper.

"I'll educate you."

He looked back at you.

"You don't even know me."

You shrugged.

"I know enough."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You've somehow survived seventeen years without Marvel."

A grin spread across your face.

"That's a problem I can fix."

Someone called your name from behind the concession stand.

You glanced over your shoulder.

"Coming!"

Looking back at Theo, you smiled apologetically.

"Sorry-I have to get back to work."

You started walking away before turning around again.

"Oh!"

"And bring money."

Then you disappeared behind the counter.

Theo stared after you for a moment before carefully folding the receipt and slipping it into his jacket pocket.

Mattheo noticed immediately.

"...You're actually thinking about going?"

Theo looked at him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You spent the entire walk here complaining about this film."

"I was complaining about the premise."

"And now?"

Theo glanced towards the counter where you'd vanished.

"...Now it seems educational."

Mattheo barked out a laugh.

"Oh, Merlin."

"You fancy her."

Theo frowned.

"I do not."

"You absolutely do."

"I simply wish to understand this... Marvel."

"Sure."

Mattheo grinned.

"And I'm Head Boy."

Theo ignored him and turned towards Lorenzo, who had finally returned carrying an absurdly large bucket of popcorn.

"I need you to come somewhere with me after the film."

Lorenzo looked up.

"...Why?"

Theo hesitated for half a second.

"You know more about... Marvel."

A slow grin spread across Lorenzo's face.

"...Oh."

Theo narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

The grin only grew wider.

"You just happen to need me because I know about superheroes."

"I need someone capable of explaining them."

"Mhm."

"And," Theo added reluctantly, "you have Muggle money."

"Mhm."

Mattheo doubled over laughing.

"Nott, you're unbelievable."

Theo looked genuinely offended.

"I don't get what's so funny"

"You've spoken to one girl for five minutes and suddenly you're voluntarily visiting a comic book shop."

Theo folded his arms.

"It is an educational trip."

"It is absolutely not."

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By the time the film ended, Theo was already halfway to the exit.

He barely waited for the credits to finish before unfolding the receipt from his jacket pocket.

Mattheo noticed immediately.

"Someone's eager."

"I merely said we'd go."

"You also stood up before the post-credit scene."

Theo frowned.

"...The what?"

Lorenzo gasped in horror.

"You left before the post-credit scene?"

"I've never watched a Marvel film before. How was I supposed to know there was another scene?"

Lorenzo sighed dramatically.

"I've failed you already."

Theo ignored him and continued walking.

A few streets later, a small shop came into view.

The display window was packed with colourful comics, superhero figurines, posters and memorabilia. Every inch seemed covered in bright reds, blues and golds.

Nothing like Flourish and Blotts.

A little bell chimed as they stepped inside.

Theo's eyes wandered across the shelves.

Hundreds of books.

Not one looked ancient.

No leather bindings.

No gilded pages.

No magical ink.

Just impossibly colourful covers filled with people flying through the sky.

"Welcome in!"

Theo looked up.

You were standing behind the till, your hair now tied into two messy space buns. Gone was the red cinema uniform. Instead, you wore a faded black T-shirt with what looked like an angry raccoon holding a gun beside an oddly cheerful tree.

The shirt somehow suited you.

The moment your eyes landed on him, your face lit up.

"You actually came!"

"I said I would."

"I honestly thought you were just being polite."

Before Theo could answer, you hurried around the counter.

"You've got excellent timing. It's completely dead in here."

Your eyes shifted to Lorenzo.

Then back to Theo.

"...Is he your emotional support friend?"

Lorenzo laughed.

"No."

Theo looked offended.

"He came because he knows more about Marvel than I do."

"I was dragged."

"I distinctly remember asking."

"You guilt-tripped me."

"I did not."

You waved a dismissive hand.

"Whatever the reason, you're both here."

You clapped your hands together.

"Right."

"Lesson one."

Without warning, you caught Theo's wrist.

"This way."

Theo stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He wasn't accustomed to people touching him so casually.

Especially not people he'd known for less than a day.

Still...

He didn't pull away.

You led him towards an entire wall labelled MARVEL, finally stopping in front of rows upon rows of comics.

"So," you said, folding your arms, "rule number one."

"Don't start with the complicated stuff."

You reached up and pulled out a comic.

"Spider-Man."

Another.

"Iron Man."

Another.

"Captain America."

Another.

"And this one."

Theo looked down.

"That is..a lot"

You laughed.

"This?"

You gestured at the shelf.

"This is barely scratching the surface."

Your hand wandered towards another section.

"If you end up liking these, we'll move on to the Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men, Fantastic Four-"

"We?"

You blinked innocently.

"Well, obviously."

Theo raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously?"

"You'll need someone to explain everything."

"And that someone is you?"

"Unless you happen to know another Marvel nerd."

"...I don't."

"Exactly."

Theo couldn't quite stop the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I guess I'll have questions."

You beamed.

"Perfect."

Across the aisle, Lorenzo leaned towards Mattheo.

"He's smiling."

Mattheo looked over.

"...Merlin."

"He actually is."

"And I don't think he even realises it."

Back at the till, you carefully scanned each comic before placing them into a paper bag.

Sliding it across the counter, you smiled.

"When you're done, come back."

Theo picked up the bag.

"And if I don't enjoy them?"

You gasped as though he'd committed a crime.

"You'll enjoy them."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll assume you read them wrong."

Lorenzo snorted loudly.

"I like her."

Ignoring him entirely, you pointed a finger at Theo.

"I'm serious."

"When you finish Spider-Man, I expect a full review."

"A... review?"

"Opinions."

"Lots of opinions."

"You'll quickly discover comic fans never shut up."

Theo looked down at the bag before meeting your eyes again.

"I guess I can manage that."

"I know you can."

By the time Theo returned to Hogwarts that evening, the paper bag was tucked safely beneath his arm.

Mattheo looked over from his bed.

"You are actually going to read those?"

"They were a gift."

"They were homework."

Theo ignored him.

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"Mate."

Mattheo threw a pillow over his face.

"It's one in the morning."

Theo turned another page.

"Hm."

"You've been reading for hours."

"So?"

"So sleep."

Theo didn't answer.

Truthfully...

He still wasn't entirely convinced by Marvel.

How exactly had a spider bite turned a scrawny teenager into a superhero?

And Captain America made even less sense.

One injection and suddenly the man had muscles?

Even Polyjuice Potion didn't work like that.

Still...

You had asked for his opinion.

He refused to disappoint you.

One chapter became another.

Then another.

Without quite noticing, he reached the final page.

"...Well," he murmured to himself.

"...That wasn't that bad."

Two weeks passed.

Theo read every comic twice.

He made mental notes of every question that came to mind.

He memorised character names, storylines and villains.

He even cornered Lorenzo on multiple occasions.

"Why does everyone like Tony Stark so much?"

"Because he's Tony Stark."

"That's hardly an explanation."

"It doesn't need one."

Theo was beginning to suspect Marvel fans were impossible.

Still...

He refused to return looking uninformed.

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The bell above the comic shop door chimed.

You looked up from organising a shelf.

"Theodore!"

A smile spread across your face.

"You're back!"

Today your T-shirt featured an enormous grape man wearing golden armour.

Theo decided not to ask.

Not yet.

You leaned across the counter excitedly.

"Well?"

"What did you think?"

"Are you obsessed yet?"

Theo took a measured breath.

"I have... a lot pf thoughts."

Your eyes widened.

"Oh, this is going to be good."

You hurried him towards a small table tucked into the corner of the shop.

"Sit."

He obeyed.

"So?"

You rested your chin in your hands.

"Tell me everything."

Theo began cautiously.

"I enjoyed Spider-Man. A lot"

"I knew it!"

"However..."

"Oh no."

"I don't get why everything thinks Captain America is so perfect."

You stared at him in mock horror.

"Steven Grant Rogers is practically husband material."

Theo frowned thoughtfully.

"...Husband material?"

"The best kind."

"And Tony Stark?"

"Hm."

You pretended to consider it.

"Sugar daddy material."

Theo blinked.

"...Sugar daddy?"

You burst into laughter.

"Exactly."

Theo couldn't help laughing with you.

He still wasn't entirely sure what it meant.

But hearing you laugh made him want to keep asking questions.

By the time you'd enthusiastically explained another dozen Marvel characters, you disappeared between the shelves before returning with yet another stack of comics.

Theo stared at them.

"...More?"

"Oh, we're just getting started."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've spent the last two weeks reading these."

"You survived."

"Barely."

"So dramatic."

He accepted the comics anyway.

Then paused.

"You asked something from me."

"I did."

"And now it's my turn."

You tilted your head curiously.

"Oh?"

Theo nodded towards the café across the street.

"They sell milkshakes."

You narrowed your eyes.

"...Are you asking me out?"

He met your gaze.

"Depends."

"On?"

"Whether you're saying yes."

A grin slowly spread across your face.

"You know..."

You folded your arms.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever ask."

Theo blinked.

"You were?"

"You've been looking at me like you wanted to for at least ten minutes."

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

He looked away for the briefest second.

"...Maybe once."

You laughed.

"Sure."

"So?"

Theo asked.

"Is that a yes?"

You pretended to think it over.

"Hmm..."

Then you smiled.

"Fine."

"Only because I like your accent."

Theo's answering smile came effortlessly.

"...Lucky me."

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Weeks slipped quietly into months.

Somewhere between comic books, milkshakes, and endless debates over superheroes...

Theodore Nott fell in love.

It happened so gradually he never noticed the exact moment.

Maybe it was when he realised he could identify your footsteps before you reached the comic shop door.

Or when he started bringing enough chips because he knew you'd steal half of them despite insisting you weren't hungry.

Or perhaps it was the afternoon you spent nearly twenty minutes trying to rescue a pigeon that had become trapped behind a rubbish bin.

You hadn't succeeded.

But you'd tried anyway.

He'd found that strangely endearing.

He learned that you wore mismatched socks simply because you thought matching ones were "boring."

That you couldn't walk past a bookshop without wandering inside.

That you cried whenever an old dog appeared in a film.

That you somehow knew every song playing on the radio.

That you talked with your hands so enthusiastically he occasionally worried you'd accidentally hit someone in the face.

He always opened doors for you.

Always walked on the side closest to the road.

And no matter how many times you protested...

He never let you pay.

"Theodore."

"No."

"I literally have money."

"I know."

"So let me spend it."

"I don't want you to, cara."

"You are impossible."

"I've been told."

You'd roll your eyes.

Then smile anyway.

He learned your favourite milkshake was chocolate.

That you preferred rainy afternoons over sunny ones.

That you absent-mindedly reached for his hand whenever you crossed a busy road.

At first, holding your hand had made him acutely aware of every brush of your fingers.

Now...

It simply felt natural.

Like it had always belonged there.

The first time he kissed you, the two of you were sitting on a bench overlooking the Thames.

The sun had begun to dip below the skyline, painting the water in streaks of gold and amber.

You'd somehow spent the better part of three hours arguing over whether Superman could defeat Thor.

Theo was firmly convinced the debate had become absurd nearly an hour ago.

You, apparently, disagreed.

"No, listen," you insisted, gesturing wildly. "Thor's literally a god."

"And Superman can fly."

"So?"

"So flying is rather useful."

You laughed.

"I don't think that's how power scaling works."

Theo smiled to himself.

"You've said that phrase six times."

"Because you keep making terrible arguments."

"I believe mine are perfectly reasonable."

"They're objectively wrong."

He chuckled quietly.

The conversation drifted into comfortable silence.

You leaned back against the bench, watching the river.

After a few moments, you looked at him.

"What?"

Theo asked.

You smiled.

"I've turned you into a complete nerd."

"I think you'll find the correct term is well-informed."

"Oh?"

"You assigned me homework."

"I did."

"I just completed it."

You laughed again.

"I can't believe I accidentally converted Theodore Nott into a Marvel fan."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"You absolutely would."

He shook his head.

"I still think the serum is scientifically questionable."

"It's a comic book."

"That changes nothing."

You smiled so brightly it almost made him forget what he'd been saying.

"I like this version of you."

Theo's expression softened.

"So do I."

You blinked.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, quietly, you reached up and rested your hand against his cheek.

"I'm really glad you walked into that cinema."

Theo smiled.

"I believe you walked into me."

"Details."

He laughed.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn't dramatic.

There were no fireworks.

No sweeping declarations.

Just a gentle, tentative kiss that somehow said everything neither of you quite knew how to put into words.

When he pulled away, you were still smiling.

"What?"

Theo asked.

"You smile differently around me."

He frowned.

"I smile?"

"You do."

"I wasn't aware."

"You get this little..." You pointed to the corner of your own mouth. "...smirk."

"I don't smirk."

"You absolutely do."

"I don't."

"You are literally smirking right now."

Theo let out another quiet laugh.

"I think you're imagining things."

"I'm not."

"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes."

"I'm admiring my boyfriend."

Theo paused.

"...My boyfriend?"

You smiled sheepishly.

"Mhm."

"You've never called me that before."

"I know."

"...Do you not like it?"

He intertwined your fingers with his.

"No."

"I quite like it."

As autumn settled over London, one question continued to resurface.

"So..."

"Hm?"

"What school do you actually go to?"

Theo sighed.

"We're doing this again?"

"You dodge the question every single time."

"I answer."

"You absolutely don't."

"I've told you."

"You tell me you go to Hogwarts."

"Because I do."

You burst into laughter.

"You are so committed to this joke."

Theo rubbed a hand across his face.

"It isn't a joke."

"Mhm."

"My homework genuinely consists of Potions essays."

"I'm sure it does."

"I play Quidditch."

"Naturally."

"Owls deliver my post."

"They're remarkably efficient."

You laughed so hard you had to wipe tears from your eyes.

"Oh my God."

"You've expanded the lore."

"The... lore?"

"This whole wizard story."

Theo studied your face.

You looked so utterly convinced he was teasing you that he almost laughed himself.

"I'm serious."

"I know."

"No."

He sighed.

"I'm actually serious."

You smiled fondly.

"I like your stories, Theo."

Something in his chest sank.

He hated lying to you.

Even more, he hated that the truth sounded impossible.

The conversation lingered as the two of you wandered through the evening streets.

Shops were beginning to close.

Streetlights flickered to life overhead.

You were in the middle of telling him about a new comic series when-

A deafening crack split the air.

People screamed.

Theo looked up.

Time seemed to slow.

A section of scaffolding had broken loose from the building above.

It was falling.

Straight towards you.

You hadn't noticed.

You were still looking at him.

Theo didn't think.

His wand was in his hand before he even realised he'd drawn it.

"Protego!"

A shimmering barrier burst into existence.

The scaffolding slammed into it with a deafening crash.

For one impossible heartbeat, it hung suspended in the air.

Then it toppled harmlessly onto the pavement beside you.

Silence.

The screams faded.

People stared.

You slowly turned.

Not towards the wreckage.

Towards Theo.

His arm was still raised.

His wand still pointed forward.

Every trace of colour had drained from his face.

He lowered it slowly.

"...Theo?"

He closed his eyes.

For just a second.

"...I'm sorry."

Your gaze dropped to the wand.

Then to the shattered scaffolding.

Then back to him.

"...You're actually a wizard."

Theo gave the smallest nod.

"I told you."

You stared at him.

Then your eyes widened.

"MY BOYFRIEND IS REAL-LIFE DOCTOR STRANGE!"

Theo blinked.

"...That's your first thought?"

You pointed accusingly at him.

"You've been carrying around actual magic this whole time!"

"Yes."

"And you never thought to lead with that?"

"I did."

"...Fair point."

Theo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"Merlin... I tell you I'm a wizard, and the first thing you think is Doctor Strange?"

"In my defence..."

You shrugged.

"...he's the only wizard I know."

Theo smiled-a small, fond smile that was reserved entirely for you.

"Well..."

He gently tugged you closer.

"Now you know two."

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