→ key : ⟡ smut , ♡ most recommended (1k notes or almost at it)
• tocca : reader doesn’t believe theo has actual hard abs, so he shows her what real abs actually feel like ! 23 . 03 . 2025
• goodnight, love : you are desperately craving sleep, but your boyfriend theodore nott has other plans ! ⟡ 20 . 06 . 2025
• sundress : you’ve been writing about your crush in your diary, it’s hopless you believe. next thing you know you’re in his lap, risking everything for some fun ! ⟡♡ 27 . 04 . 2025
• baking’s a mess and so are you
• call me obsessed : theo is hopelessly in love with you, so he rambles to mattheo about you ! ♡ 28 . 11 . 2025
⤷ ii. call me depressed : after weeks of playing perfect, everything goes down the hill when you reject theo ! 30 . 07 , 2026
I just finished reading 'Just the Tip' and I loved it!! Could you do another one-shot about stepbrother Theo where Theo wants to fuck the reader at a family dinner because of how good she looks in her dress? <3
of course i do! sorry for long waiting, every time when i try to write something like that, i’m too focused on the plot(lol…), i’ve rewrote it. but anyway, thank u sm for your request!!! ₊˚⊹♡
bel vestito
warnings/tags: 18+, unprotected piv, stepbrother!Theodore, teasing, oral (f receive), tits play(?), no use y/n, Theo has a girlfriend, so cheating, overstimulating, semi public sex
a/n: i’m still bad at writing sex scenes🙏🏼 but i hope you’re gonna like it! English is not my first language, i’ve tried to proofread, hope my text is make sence, lol
also, i wanna write something about Joe, Steve or Kurt, what do y’all think 🌚
part 1
After that night, a few days passed, you tried to avoid Theodore, because you knew that you would not be able to resist him. Unexpectedly for both of you, your parents warned you that a family driver would pick you up for the weekend and take you home so that you could spend the weekend at home and for a family dinner.
You didn't understand what it was for at all, do they really want to play family? Anyway, you started getting ready. On Friday night you were walking along the school corridor and met Nott, he was with his friends, he just smiled at you, you both knew that tomorrow you would be taken home. You rolled your eyes and went around the corner.
The next day you met at the car and drove home in silence. Of course, not in absolute, Theo tried to start a conversation, touched your leg, hand, tried to attract attention, but you kept moving away from him. After several attempts, he just started looking out the window. He supported his head with his hand. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared for the evening.
As soon as you arrived, you quickly hugged your mother and ran to your room, of course it was next to Theodore's room. It couldn't be otherwise, you put up with it just half a year ago, and it was before he came in you. You were getting ready for the evening all day, curled your hair and did a minimal makeup. And your most important weapon against your stepbrother is your dress from Italy, which you bought last summer when your whole family was on vacation.
You decided to take revenge on him for what he did and wear one of your best dresses. The evening was already close, you lightly made up your eyelashes and applied lip gloss, you didn't want to put on much makeup, it's an ordinary family dinner.
A few minutes later you came down and everyone was already sitting at the table, Theodore saw you and realized that he would not be able to look away from you at least for a second this evening. You gave him a quick look and screamed triumphantly in your soul. Your mother complimented you, Mr. Nott also said that Italian outfits suit you, you smiled and thanked them.
Finally, you sat down and started eating, sometimes you caught Theo's eyes, but tried not to notice them, despite how hard it was for you. Your parents started a conversation about school, about grades, your friends, about the future. After a few minutes, you felt someone kicking you in the leg, you bent slightly and saw Theodore's leg, you looked at him questioningly, to which he pointed at the corridor. He wanted you to go out.
Your parents practically didn't notice your views, only Mr. Nott made a remark to Theo so that he wouldn't get distracted. Mr. Nott was quite strict with his son, it was noticeable by his behavior at school. daddy issues.
After a couple more jolts, you coughed and looked at Theo questioningly.
"Shit," you said to yourself, and then, "sorry, I’m gonna leave you for a second ," you got up from the table and went towards the toilet.
You went inside and didn't lock yourself, you were waiting for him. A couple of minutes later, he came in without even knocking, then locked the door. You spread your hands questioningly, looking at him.
"So why were you kicking me?"
"I wanted to personally say how beautiful you look in this dress," he kissed you sharply, his hands rested on your hips, then he picked you up and put you on the sink, "by the way, you look beautiful", then he kissed you again, you realized everything only after a second and pushed him away.
"Nott, what are you doing?", you tried to get off the sink, but he didn't let you, he stood between your legs and blocked the exit, "oh, what an idiot you are", you looked at him very angry, as if he had done something illegal. well, he did.
"Io juat wanna fanculo voi in questo carino vestito", he knew that you would not understand him, so he was not shy in expressions.
"Stop talking to me in Italian!", you blurted out in his face.
"I thought you liked the mystery in our relationship," he grinned.
"What relationship?", but before you could continue, he dug into your lips again, his hands held you tightly on the sink, but you still stopped resisting, you knew that you had lost this battle a long time ago. He spread your legs more, and your dress pulled up almost to the end of the hips, he looked down and said:
"It was interesting to see what was there all evening," he slowly got down on his knees and began to kiss your knee, then the kisses were higher and higher, you clung to his soft curls with your hand.
"Theo, wait.. we have to go, we can't...", you tried to keep your composure, but you just couldn't resist his kisses, so you just tried to stop him a little, but you definitely wouldn't want him to stop.
"They won't even notice, they're too busy talking about work," after these words, he kissed you through your underwear and you squeezed his hair much harder, to which he purred and you felt a soft vibration. A moment later, he took off your panties and put them in his pocket, "it’s for me", you knew he wouldn't give them away now for nothing.
His words made you tremble slightly and he joined his lips to your moisture, he grinned, because he almost didn't touch you, and you were already all wet. You pressed on his head to start moving and he did it. His lips circled your clit and you tried not to scream as much as possible, you bit your lip and your head touched the mirror from behind.
You felt too good for the one who now fucks her stepbrother with his mouth at a family dinner.
His fingers lightly pressed on your entrance, and you held your breath, first one, then the second finger penetrated you, he slightly twisted his fingers and reached the very point inside you.
"Theo, please...", you wanted to feel him inside you and didn't want your parents to catch you, so you just begged.
“please what?”, he’s not for real..
He looked at you from the bottom up and it was incomparable to anything... his head between your thighs, he complimented your dress, and you were already ALL wet from his touch. He slowly got up and kissed you, you could feel your taste on your lips, but mixed with his tongue it was unforgettable. He pressed his weight to you and you moaned softly into his lips.
"Così impaitent", he spoke to you in Italian, he knew that you adored his native language, but you never admitted it to him yourself. Despite this, you were able to understand what he said and because of this you literally squeezed against the air, you needed it. right now.
You wrapped your legs around his belt and pressed it to you even tighter, your hands reached for his belt, while he unbuttoned your dress, all because he just adored your boobs. You finally unbuttoned his pants and touched him through the fabric of his underwear, he exhaled sharply, you knew exactly what you were doing.
"Do you see what you did to me?", he whispered it to you, but it took him a lot of strength to do it.
No matter how close you were, it was your second time you were going to fuck each other, before you didn't cross the line, you only kissed, and when his hands went further than you could allow, you just ran away, leaving him with a problem in his pants. more recently, he persuaded you to touch lightly, and as you already know, it ended fatally.
Theodore never admits it, but lately, when he and his girlfriend tried to make out, they didn't succeed, he just doesn't get excited by others except you. One look at you in this dress was enough for him to make it hard, thank God, the dining table is not transparent. It was physically painful for him to look at you.
And now, when you're ready under him on the sink, he's ready to enter you again.
"Just shut up and do something!", you couldn't wait any longer, either you go back to the table right away, or he's fucking you right away. There's no other way.
But he didn't want to hurry, he opened the view of your chest, then took your nipple in his mouth, you whimpered and couldn't help but not to make sounds. You both knew that the servants were constantly walking along the corridors, and you couldn't make much noise. He circled your chest with his tongue, licked, sucked, bit, and you just squirmed under him.
You frantically patted his forearm, making it clear what exactly you want. He glanced at you and without thinking for a long time, broke away and took his dick in his hand and put it to your entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked you.
"Nott, I'm serious, one more word...", and he didn't listen and abruptly entered you, you opened your mouth in a silent scream, his head hung near your neck, while you moved your hips slightly, trying to find friction.
"God, how narrow you are - no one can compare with you," and he was right, you were the best of all his girls.
"Please, faster," and he started moving, his big cock stretched you, you barely restrained yourself. You didn't have many boyfriends in your life, but you knew for sure that Theo was the biggest of all, but fortunately for you, he prepared you well.
"can’t wait? of course you can’t, i can imagine how you moan about me every night" you could have sworn that you could feel him pulsating inside you, he was ready to cum right now, he had been waiting for it for too long.
A second later, he started moving again, every movement was too sensitive to be as quiet as you were. You barely held back and he kissed you sharply, biting your lower lip slightly, you opened your mouth with new sensations and he penetrated his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for the championship, you squirmed under him like in the most depraved porn. Then he moved away from you with a loud kiss and his lips moved to your ear.
"How perfect you are for me - I would fuck you every day for the rest of my life, how warm you are..." his moans reached your ears.
He felt you shrinking around him and put your thumb to your clitoris, to which you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, his one hand moved to your stomach, he lightly pressed on you so that you had even less space for him. His speed became unbearably fast, you could barely breathe.
"Theo, now...i’m gonna- oh my God... I can't," you began to cry harder under him, and he accelerated the movement of his finger on your clit, then, after a couple of moments you came, it was your strongest orgasm in your entire life, you squeezed it with all the strength you could, your walls pulsated around him. He felt it, how you milked him, that he even bit your shoulder. You screamed and he began to lean on you, then said: "Where?"
"Inside, please, Theo!" You didn't think about the consequences at that moment, so you let him do anything. because you didn’t forget how good it was last time.
And he came inside you while his head was bowing to your neck, you felt that he was completely filling you, you could never have thought that there was so much liquid in it.
Then, after he took a little breath, he awkwardly found your lips and began to kiss you desperately, still inside you. You ran your hand into his curls again and pulled slightly. And only a minute later did he find the strength to break away from you.
"Wear this dress more often," he said, looking at your chest.
🐾: you’re in relationship with Cedric Diggory, but you hugging Theodore Nott while he’s crying in your arms
warnings: FLUFF, crying, hugging, comforting, saying ily for the 1st time, cheating
a/n: just a short cute story 🌚 let me know if you like it
*duel in the class room, with teacher in it, don’t worry
English is not my first language (so you could tell)
you were sitting in your room alone in the night in a muffled light and doing homework. your boyfriend Cedric Diggory had a duel with Theodore Nott, but you decided not to come there, you would be too hard to stand it all - see your two lovers fight against each other.
from friends of a friend’s you heard that Cedric won, but somehow dishonest way. you didn't react in appearance, but you were ready to strangle Cedric because he knew he would lose Nott and use a forbidden spell or something in that way.
he had a party in the living room, but you still had it, he certainly called you, but you told him you were feeling bad and you couldn't come.
the room was silent as suddenly knocked on the door. you put the pen down and walked over to the door, opening it you saw the lacquered Theodore that was dressed in a sweater you knew more than others. he wore it in special cases when he wanted to feel comfortable, safe, calm.
his face was wet with tears and he rushed into your arms in a second. his head lay on your shoulder, and since he was taller than you, your face fell into his chest. he hugged you hard and you felt his warmth coming from him.
"what happened?", you were very worried about him and was very upset when you saw him in this form.
he paused and you decided you should close the door, because any student or God forbid the teacher can pass by your room.
"Theo, let me close the door and we're gonna lay in my bed together, okay?", you said your softest voice, not wanting to hurt him stronger.
he nodded and let you close the door. once you locked up, he quickly found your lips and kissed you, not rude, not insistent, but simply gently and soothing.
you slightly tore off from him and whispered, "let's lay", you reached the bed, you lifted the blanket so he could lie down, then you lay down and he hugged you again. one hand hugged you behind your back, the other hugged your stomach, and the head is on your keys. you gently stroked his hair without letting go.
"you want to talk about it?", you broke the silence that Theo hugged you harder, you took it as not and just continued to lie with him.
"it'll be fine, I'm with you," the only thing you whispered in silence and tranquility.
"I love you."
Theodore said it, as if you say it every day, but it wasn't. you didn't date officially, you had a boyfriend. you agreed not to reach these words, they were forbidden, you did not want to build a deep connection between each other, but somehow it turned out the opposite.
your actions spoke louder than words. you didn't have fun with your boyfriend winner at his own party, you calmed the guy who lost him, but he won in another. in love.
Theo Nott shows up to the library after a terrible day. Instead of talking about it, he buries himself in your arms and refuses to let go, turning your quiet study session into a soft, clingy moment of comfort.
Warnings: established relationship with a tired clingy boyfriend
Word count: ~1,4k
A/N: hi, hello. Yep, I'm trying to write again after a long break. This one was inspired by @nottendo post (no smut tho, sorry, babe). Love u ♡
The library had grown quiet around you.
Not silent, exactly. Hogwarts never truly went silent. There was always the soft scratch of quills, the distant shuffle of pages, the low crackle of torches along the stone walls. Somewhere behind a shelf, someone whispered too loudly and was immediately hushed.
But your corner had settled into something peaceful. A pile of books sat open in front of you, notes scattered across the table, ink pot dangerously close to the edge. You had been trying to focus for the better part of an hour, rereading the same paragraph on defensive charms until the words started to blur together.
Then Theo appeared.
You noticed him first by the way the chair beside you shifted, though he didn't sit in it. Instead, he hovered there, quiet and tired-looking, his school tie loosened, dark hair falling messily over his forehead. His eyes, usually sharp with dry amusement, looked heavy today.
You softened immediately.
"Theo?" you asked gently.
He said nothing at first. He only stepped closer, leaned down, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. His face disappeared into the crook of your neck.
You froze for half a second in quiet surprise before your hand instinctively came up to rest over his arm.
"Bad day?" you murmured.
Theo hummed against your skin. It was a low, unhappy sound.
"That bad?"
He just nodded slightly, his nose brushing your neck, and tightened his hold around you. His body curved over yours like he had been holding himself together all day and had finally found somewhere safe enough to fall apart a little.
You let your quill drop onto the parchment, focusing on him fully. "What happened?"
"Don't want to talk about it," he mumbled quietly, voice muffled against your skin.
"Okay."
He seemed grateful for that. His shoulders loosened slightly, though he didn't let go.
For a while, you let him stay there. You could feel the warmth of him against your back, the soft rise and fall of his breathing against your skin. His thumbs moved absentmindedly over the sleeve of your jumper, slow and soothing, as if he were comforting himself with the texture of it.
You turned your head just enough to brush your cheek against his hair. "I do have to study, you know," you said softly.
Theo went still.
Then, with all the dignity of a wounded prince, he whined.
It was quiet, barely more than a breath, but it was so unlike his usual composed self that you had to bite back a chuckle.
"Theo."
"No."
You laughed under your breath. "No?"
"No," he repeated, voice low and petulant as if he were a 5-year-old. "You studied yesterday."
"That's not how exams work."
"They should."
You tried to turn back toward your notes, but Theo only buried his face deeper into your neck, his arms tightening around you as if he could physically prevent you from returning to your work.
"Theodore Nott," you warned, though there was no real bite in it.
He just made another miserable sound and nuzzled further. "Five more minutes," he muttered.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago."
"That was a different five minutes."
You smiled despite yourself.
Theo must have felt it, because he pressed a little closer, his lips brushing the side of your throat in something too soft to be a kiss and too tender to be accidental.
"Please," he whispered softly.
That made you pause.
Theo didn't beg often. He rarely asked for anything directly in general. Usually, he hovered at the edges of affection, pretending not to need it until you offered it first. But now his voice had gone quiet and rough, stripped of all sarcasm.
You reached back and touched his hair softly. His breath caught slightly in his throat.
"Really terrible day?" you asked quietly, voice laced with a gentle worry.
He nodded once, and it made your heart ached.
With a sigh, you pushed your books away and carefully turned in your chair. Theo loosened his grip just enough to let you move, but not enough to let you go. The moment you faced him, he stepped between your knees and leaned into you again.
You cupped his face. He looked so exhausted as if he'd been running around the Hogwarts since the last you saw him.
"Oh, Theo," you breathed out softly.
His eyes flickered over your face, guarded and vulnerable all at once. "I just wanted to see you."
"You did see me."
"No," he said, frowning slightly as if it was obvious. "I wanted this."
Before you could ask what he meant, he folded himself into you, arms sliding around your waist as he tucked his face back into your neck. You wrapped yourself around him instinctively, one hand at the nape of his neck, the other resting between his shoulder blades.
He exhaled like he had been waiting all day to breathe. "You're warm."
"And you're freezing."
"Mhm."
"You need to take better care of yourself."
"I have you."
"That is not a care plan."
"It's my favorite one."
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers kept moving gently through his hair. Theo melted under the touch. His entire posture changed, the tension draining from him bit by bit. He leaned more heavily into you, trusting you to hold him together, and you did.
The library around you faded into the background. There was only Theo, tired and clingy and soft in a way he showed almost no one else. Theo, who looked like winter to everyone else but felt like a quiet fire when he was this close. Theo, who hid his bruises behind clever remarks and cold eyes, but came to you when the day had been too much.
"You know," you said quietly, "Madam Pince is going to throw us out if you keep standing here like this."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Then you'll have to stop studying."
"You're impossible."
He gave a small, satisfied hum. You felt him smile against your skin.
"There he is," you murmured warmly.
Theo lifted his head slightly, just enough for his eyes to meet yours. "Who?"
"My Theo."
Something in his expression shifted. The teasing disappeared. For a second, he only looked at you, blinking slowly.
Then his face softened so completely that it nearly broke your heart.
"Yours?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. "If you want to be."
His hands tightened at your waist. "I do." No hesitation. No sarcasm. No clever deflection.
Just the truth.
Your thumb stroked his cheek. "Then yes. My Theo."
He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like the words had settled somewhere deep inside him.
"You make everything quiet," he whispered.
You swallowed slightly and softly kissed his head. "Is that a good thing?"
His eyes opened again, darker now, gentler. "It's the best thing."
You didn't know what to say to that, so you simply pulled him closer. Theo followed easily, sinking into your arms until his forehead rested against your shoulder.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You held him while the torches burned low and your abandoned notes lay forgotten on the table. His breathing evened out slowly, his fingers no longer clutching at you quite so desperately. Every now and then, he shifted closer as if reminding himself you were still there.
Eventually, you murmured, "I really do have to study."
Theo groaned.
You just laughed softly. "Theo."
"Five more minutes."
"You are going to say that forever."
"Yes."
"Theo."
He lifted his head, just enough to look at you through his lashes. "Your scent and warmth make me feel at home."
He seemed embarrassed the second the words left him. His gaze dropped, a faint flush touched the tips of his ears. But you didn't tease him — you just can't when your heart was aching so terrifyingly beautiful in your chest at his words. You only pulled him back in and kissed the side of his head gently.
The books could wait.
The essay could wait.
The exam could even wait, at least for a little while.
Theo had spent the whole day being sharp-edged and silent for the rest of the world. But here, with you, he was soft. Here, he was safe. Here, he could bury his face into the crook of your neck and ask for five more minutes like it was the only thing keeping him together.
So you held him tighter.
"Okay," you whispered. "Five more minutes."
Theo sighed, warm and relieved against your skin.
And this time, neither of you pretended it would only be five.
Request: hii 😭 could you maybe write a soft theodore nott?? like meaybe reader can’t sleep and ends up wandering around hogwarts she finds theo in the astronomy tower or the library or something. i just NEED his whole quiet/intimidating act dropping when he’s alone with her.
Warnings: none, established relationship, slight insomnia, soft romance
Summary: Unable to sleep, you wander up to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night and find Theodore Nott already there. What starts as quiet teasing turns into soft comfort, shared warmth, and a side of Theo that no one else gets to see.
The kind of silence that made every footstep sound too loud as I wandered through the corridors with my cardigan wrapped tightly around me, my arms folded across my chest. I'd tried sleeping for nearly two hours before giving up completely. My roommates were all asleep behind their drawn curtains, and the longer I stared at the ceiling, the worse everything in my head seemed to get.
So now I was here.
Barely awake, wandering Hogwarts at some ridiculous hour of the night.
I climbed the last few steps to the Astronomy Tower slowly and pushed open the heavy door with a soft creak.
Then I stopped.
Theo was already there.
He stood near the railing with his back partly turned to me, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his dark hair messy from the wind. Moonlight caught the sharp edges of his face as he glanced up from the book in his hands.
For a second, his expression didn't change.
Guarded.
That cold distance Theodore Nott wore around everyone else without even trying.
Then he realised it was me.
And he softened instantly.
It was subtle. Someone else probably wouldn't have noticed. But I did.
His shoulders loosened first.
Then his eyes.
“Oh,” Theo said quietly as he shut the book in one hand. “It's you.”
I leaned against the doorway and looked at him. “You sound disappointed,” I said.
A faint smile pulled at Theo's mouth. “Hardly,” he said.
I stepped fully into the tower and let the door fall shut behind me. “You always sound like that,” I said softly. “Like being awake at this hour is a personal inconvenience.”
Theo slipped the book under one arm and watched me. “Maybe it is,” he said.
I smiled a little. “And yet you're still here.”
Theo tilted his head. “So are you,” he said.
The wind swept through the tower hard enough to make me shiver, and Theo noticed immediately.
His expression changed.
“You're freezing,” Theo said as he took a step closer.
I shook my head even as another shiver ran through me. “I'm fine,” I said.
Theo glanced at my hands where I was clutching my cardigan. “You're shivering,” he said.
I lifted my chin stubbornly. “I said I'm fine,” I said.
Theo gave me a look that made it clear he didn't believe a word coming out of my mouth. Then he moved closer and started tugging his Slytherin jumper over his head before I could stop him.
“Theo,” I said quietly, reaching for his wrist. “Don't.”
He pulled the jumper free and held it out to me. “Take it,” Theo said.
I stared at him. “You'll get cold,” I said.
Theo pressed the jumper into my hands. “I don't care,” he said.
I looked between him and the jumper. “You're impossible,” I muttered.
Theo's voice stayed calm, but there was something firm underneath it that made arguing feel useless. “And you're cold,” he said. “Put it on.”
I exhaled through my nose, then pulled the jumper over my head.
It smelled exactly like him, clean parchment and cedarwood and something colder that I could never quite describe.
Theo watched me push the sleeves over my hands.
“Better?” Theo asked.
I looked up at him. “A little,” I admitted.
Theo nodded once like that was all he needed to hear. “Good,” he said.
I tried not to smile. “You like being right far too much,” I said.
Theo's mouth curved faintly. “Only when it's obvious,” he said.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Theo studied my face more carefully.
“Couldn't sleep?” Theo asked.
I shook my head and moved a little closer to the railing. “My brain wouldn't shut up,” I said.
Theo followed beside me, quiet as ever. “What about?” he asked.
I let out a small laugh and looked out over the dark grounds below. “Everything,” I said. “Nothing useful. Just everything all at once.”
Theo rested his forearms against the stone railing. “That sounds irritating,” he said.
I turned to look at him. “That's all you've got?” I asked.
Theo glanced at me, his eyes unreadable for half a second. Then he stepped closer until he was standing right in front of me, his hands slipping into the pockets of his trousers.
“You want comforting words?” Theo asked softly.
I looked up at him and shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe a few,” I said.
Theo tilted his head and studied my face in that quiet way he always did, like he noticed everything without needing any of it explained.
At last, he spoke.
“You'll survive,” Theo said.
I stared at him. “That's your version of comfort?” I asked.
Theo didn't look remotely sorry. “It's honest,” he said.
I laughed quietly despite myself and shook my head. “You're unbelievable,” I said.
Theo's expression softened at the sound of my laugh. “You still came up here,” he said.
I folded my arms loosely over his jumper. “Maybe I was hoping you'd be nicer in the middle of the night,” I said.
Theo's eyes flicked over my face. “That was your first mistake,” he said.
I smiled properly then. “So you've got more?” I asked. “Go on. Try again.”
Theo looked away for a second, as if considering it, then looked back at me. “You'll feel worse if you don't sleep,” he said.
I groaned softly. “Theo,” I said.
He almost smiled. “You asked,” he said.
I laughed again, and this time something warmer moved through his expression.
Without thinking, Theo lifted a hand and brushed his fingers gently beneath my eyes.
“You look tired,” Theo said.
I kept still under his touch. “You're very romantic tonight,” I said softly.
Theo's hand lingered against my face for a second too long. “I have my moments,” he said.
I looked at him carefully. “Do you?” I asked.
Theo dropped his hand at last, but his gaze didn't leave mine. “Rarely,” he said.
For someone who acted so detached around everyone else, Theo was always strangely careful with me. He touched me softly, like he was trying not to be rough without meaning to.
I moved to stand beside him near the railing and looked back out at the grounds.
Theo stepped in close enough that our shoulders nearly brushed.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
The silence with Theo never felt awkward.
Just quiet in a way that felt easy.
Then I felt his hand brush against mine.
Not accidental.
His fingers slipped slowly between mine, warm against the cold, and he leaned lightly against my shoulder.
I looked down at our hands and smiled to myself.
“You know,” I murmured, “everyone thinks you're intimidating,” I said.
Theo sounded amused when he answered. “Everyone's right,” he said.
I turned my head towards him. “Are they?” I asked.
Theo glanced at me. “Obviously,” he said.
I lifted our joined hands slightly between us. “You're literally holding my hand under the stars,” I said. “You're not helping your case.”
Theo's mouth twitched. “I think I'll survive the loss,” he said.
I smiled and leaned a little more into his shoulder. “You're ruining your reputation a bit,” I said.
That earned me a proper smile.
Small. Sleepy. Real.
“Good thing you're the only one here to see it,” Theo said softly.
I looked at him for a second, then squeezed his hand. “I'll try not to tell anyone,” I said.
Theo looked back out over the grounds, still smiling faintly. “I'd appreciate that,” he said.
The wind moved around us again, colder than before, but I didn't mind it nearly as much.
Not with Theo standing there beside me.
Not with his hand in mine.
After a moment, I glanced up at him. “So what were you reading?” I asked.
Theo looked down at the book tucked beneath his arm. “Something dull,” he said.
I smiled. “You say that like you weren't completely absorbed in it five minutes ago,” I said.
Theo gave me a sideways look. “I was awake,” he said. “I had to do something.”
I hummed softly. “And here I thought you came up here to brood dramatically,” I said.
Theo actually let out a quiet laugh. “Maybe I did,” he said.
I grinned at that. “That sounds more like you,” I said.
Theo turned his head slightly towards me, his expression gentler now than when I'd first walked in. “You should try sleeping again later,” he said.
I sighed. “Probably,” I said.
Theo gave my hand a small squeeze. “If your brain won't shut up,” he said, “come find me first.”
I looked at him, caught off guard by how softly he said it. “You mean that?” I asked.
Theo met my eyes. “Yes,” he said simply.
Something in my chest tightened in the nicest way.
“Okay,” I said quietly.
Theo nodded once and looked back out at the night. “Okay,” he said.
cw: childhood friends-to-lovers, no y/n, angst?, Cormac McLaggen is a #BadBoyfriend, idk how compresensive this is
It was a Friday evening and you were lounging on a couch in the Slytherin commons. Your boyfriend, Cormac McLaggen, hadn’t texted you that he was ready yet so you leaned deeper into the cushions as you scrolled Instagram.
Pansy walked out of the hallway that led to her dorm. She took one glance at you in your mini skirt and jumper that likely covered some scandalous shirt and turned for your friends playing cards.
“He canceled again?” she asked the group.
They gave her blank stares. She rolled her eyes before nodding in your direction with a raise of her eyebrows.
“She hasn’t thrown her phone yet,” Lorenzo said. He laid down a three of hearts.
“She only throws it when he’s on some bitch’s story,” Daphne corrected.
“Right. Well, Theo, go see what’s up,” Pansy said as she leaned over Draco’s chair.
“Why would I do that?” Theo asked.
“She tolerates you when she’s in a mood. If we send Enzo, he won’t be able to have kids.”
Theo signed, but set his book down on the table and got up. He walked over to you. You didn’t look up from your phone, but you knew he was there.
“Amore,” he said.
“Theodore.”
He sat down next to you. “Pansy wants to know what pretty boy did this time.”
“You don’t look like Pansy.”
“That’s for the better. I don’t need to be receiving Malfoy’s dick pics.”
You exhaled an amused breath. Theo nudged your shoulder with his, glancing at your phone screen.
“So what’d the twat do?”
“Hasn’t texted me yet. We’re going to bar, but-“
Your phone vibrated in your hand. You frowned.
“Nevermind. I’ll be staying in.”
“That doesn’t sound right. You’re already ready.”
“Apparently there’s some pick-up quidditch match in the gardens.”
“The bars are still open.”
You gave Theo a look that said So?
“Merlin, we’ll,” he said with a gesture to the group, “go with you. You don’t need that sorry Gryffindor to be let in.”
“Yeah! Let’s go out! No moping like last week!” Pansy said. She was still bent over Draco’s chair but had been eavesdropping.
“Last week he said he’d come over late,” you said, not denying that you had been moping.
“And did he?” Theo asked.
“No.”
He stood up and held his hand out to you. Slightly begrudgingly, you took it and allowed him to help you up.
“Wait! Wait! We need to finish this hand!” Lorenzo yelled.
“It’s cards,” Theo said flatly.
“Enz just wants to lose officially,” Daphne said with a laugh as she laid down her hand.
“Fuck!” Lorenzo swore.
“My point.”
The rest of the table laid their cards down, some with more emotion than others. Draco had to stop by his dorm before heading out. Then you were walking to the bars with your friends. You could almost forget about Cormac for the night.
The walk to the bar wasn’t too long and soon enough, you all had drinks in your hands. Pansy immediately dragged Draco towards the dance floor. Daphne, Blaise, Mattheo, and Lorenzo followed shortly, leaving you and Theo standing off to the side.
“Are you at least going to dance tonight?” you asked Theo, despite already knowing his answer.
“I don’t dance.”
“You always say that.” You grabbed his arm and gave it a quick squeeze. “And we both know it’s a lie.”
“We don’t speak of that night.”
“It was a great night and I think it’d do you some good to do more.”
“Right,” he said with an eye roll.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to come along.”
“We all wanted you to come along.”
“Uh-huh. Then why wasn’t Blaise asking about my evening plans?”
Theo took a sip of his drink. “Worried you’ll give ‘im a concussion.”
“They’re so dramatic,” you said with a quiet laugh.
“Look who’s talking.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“Well, I can’t stop you from being a wallflower all night. I won’t be.”
You gave Theo one more smile before joining your dancing friends in the crowd, leaving Theo to stand against the wall alone. He was always one to help get a group together to go out, but he’d participate the least. He called it observing, supervising even. Lorenzo called it being lame. Sometimes Theo would retort with something about not wanting to make a fool of himself. Draco would add that he already did that.
Theo had no problem with coming along to make sure you had a good time and stayed safe. He liked watching you dance and have fun. He liked that you looked over at him and smiled, sometimes waving him over to join but he never does.
Lorenzo took your hand and spun you around. Theo could faintly hear your laugh through the music. Dancing with Lorenzo was an exaggerated experience. He was all about big movements and extra steps. If people didn’t move out of the way or get pushed, you’d run into them. After a few more spins and two dips, Lorenzo left you for a girl Theo didn’t know. You laughed with Pansy at Lorenzo’s attempts to find a girl to take back to his dorm later.
Theo stepped away from his spot to refill his drink. When he got back, someone had their hands on your hips. He took a slow sip.
That boy’s hands should’ve been seared. You weren’t his to touch.
Not that you were Theo’s to touch either, but at least he wasn’t actively doing it.
You didn’t necessarily lean into the stranger’s touch, but you also didn’t pull away. There was no turning around and saying that you have a boyfriend. It wasn’t lewd dancing. After two songs, the guy looked Theo’s way without realizing he was being watched. The stranger didn’t last two seconds in Theo’s glare.
You kept dancing with your friends. Every few songs, a new guy would appear. Sometimes you left them to get a new drink, but other times they spotted Theo and got the message real quick.
There was one guy who wasn’t looking Theo’s way and he didn’t like how he was touching you. His hands were going too high and too low.
Something in him snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink, set the cup down on the counter, and walked over to you. His expression was dark enough that people stepped out of his way. You smiled at Theo briefly. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him look like that; it was downright murderous. Even worse, you thought he looked hot.
“Alright, mate, think it’s time you moved on,” Theo said.
The guy barely glanced at Theo, but the look in his eye was disbelieving.
“Yeah right,” he said. “Who’re you? Her boyfriend?” The stranger laughed.
The guy had watched you long enough to know that if you had a boyfriend, he certainly wasn’t here tonight.
“No, I’m worse,” Theo said.
It happened so fast that you didn’t even realize you screamed. Theo’s fist hit the guy’s cheek bone, and then his jaw. A shove had the guy on the ground and Theo would’ve kept going if Lorenzo and Blaise hadn’t grabbed his shoulders to pull him back.
“Merlin, Nott, calm down,” Lorenzo hissed in his ear.
Your whole group was summoned. Lorenzo and Blaise didn’t let go of Theo. Pansy and Daphne put themselves between you and the stranger and Theo. One of the bouncers was coming over to investigate but Mattheo and Draco stopped him.
“Don’t bother. We’re leaving. He’s just going to pay,” Mattheo said.
The bouncer nodded and turned back around. Mattheo had that effect with people - when he spoke, people listened. Your whole group was pretty sure it was a mix of his anger issues and family name. Draco could also get people to listen, but right now he was more useful for his wallet.
After your group had successfully escorted him outside, Theo tried to pull free of Lorenzo and Blaise, but they kept their grip on him. They didn’t seem pleased that the night had been cut short. Mattheo and Draco weren’t too far behind you. Draco handed everyone except Theo their cards.
“We’re advised to not go back for two weeks,” Mattheo said. “Nice going.”
Before Theo could respond, Blaise added, “I think that’s the first time Theo’s gotten us thrown out. Usually it’s Mattheo.”
He let go of Theo at the same time as Lorenzo. Theo stumbled forwards but it wasn’t enough for him to fall. He regained his footing and kept going.
“Wow, not going to tell us what happened?” Pansy called after him.
Theo kept going. So the group looked to you.
“Any idea?” Pansy asked.
“No clue,” you said, hoping you conveyed more confusion than you felt.
Theo clearly didn’t like you dancing with that boy, based on what was said. You didn’t know why. Theo wasn’t your boyfriend. He was just a life-long friend. But he had said that he was worse, worse than being your boyfriend. You didn’t know what he meant by that.
Possibly your brother?
You didn’t necessarily like that thought. Then your brother was one of your best friends and extremely fit and, more times than you’d like to admit, in your dreams.
As you walked back with Daphne and Pansy at your side and watching Theo stalk ahead of the whole group, you thought more about Theo. He was your first real crush. He wasn’t some famous actor or singer or other celebrity. He wasn’t a hot employee at a cafe you frequented that you could dream about while knowing there was only a fraction of a chance of it happening. Theo was real. He was close. He was an almost.
If cards were played differently… If he drew your hair tie for seven minutes in heaven or spun the bottle your direction… If you played strip poker rather than exploding snap… Maybe…
But it didn’t so you weren’t and you were dating someone else. An older boy who had actually asked. Someone who made a move. Except Cormac wasn’t really a man of action anymore. It was almost as difficult to get a “No” or “I’m busy” out of him as a commitment to do anything.
Once you were back at the dorms, Theo didn’t go inside. He stepped off to the side and lit a cigarette.
“Night, ladies,” Mattheo said, joining him.
Everyone else went inside. You went with Daphne and Pansy into their dorm while the rest of the boys started a new card game.
“So the anger issues are new,” Mattheo said after his second drag. With the group gone, he felt they could talk.
“I don’t have anger issues.”
“And my father isn’t a murderer.”
Theo took a drag to give him time before he responded.
“I just lost control for a second. I’m fine,” he said with too much conviction.
“What’d the bloke do?”
A pause.
“Nott?”
“Riddle?”
“What’d he do?”
Theo didn’t say anything. Mattheo didn’t push. Not even as Theo flicked away his butt and lit another.
“He needed to be punched,” he finally said.
“I don’t doubt that,” Mattheo chuckled with a shake of his head. “But why’d you do it?”
Theo didn’t answer again.
“Okay. So, when did you start fighting McLaggen’s battles for him?” Mattheo asked.
The subtle shift in Theo’s demeanor told Mattheo he was dead on.
“I don’t,” Theo growled.
“Then what’s with punching the bloke dancing with his girlfriend?”
Nothing.
“He cancelled, right? They didn’t break up?”
“He’s a bloody shitshow.”
“Uh-huh. Go on,” Mattheo said with a wave of his hand.
Theo paused. “There’s nothing more to say. He was a proper twat who needed to be punched and McLaggen wasn’t around to do it, so I made sure it got done.”
“So there’s nothing… No other reason you punched him? All just taking care of business?”
Theo flicked his cigarette. “Yes.”
Mattheo dropped it for the time being. Theo was mentally hitting himself for being so obvious.
That night didn’t change anything. Life continued the same as ever. Going to class, studying in the library, returning to your dorm at night, and seeing Cormac whenever he made time for you.
You made plans with him to hang out after his last class. Your last class was before then, so you were passing the time in Theo’s room. You attempted to work on assignments, but that led to you ranting about your Muggle Studies’ professor. Theo liked to remind you that you chose to study that subject.
“It’s not the subject that I mind. It’s the professor,” you said in a huff. “It’s really fascinating what muggles have done without magic. Need I remind you that muggles invented that device you’re currently using?”
Theo looked back at his phone and shrugged. “Doesn’t mean the study of them isn’t boring. I’m sure lots of important stuff happened in history but you won’t see me taking that class.”
“Binns really lost us with that class, didn’t he,” you laughed before your previously sour expression returned as you refocused on your notes. “But if I have to teach myself another chapter, then I’m asking for a refund for this class. It’s ridiculous.”
A few minutes passed. Your phone rang and with a quick glance at it, you answered it.
“Hey, Cormac,” you said.
“Where are you?”
“My friend’s room. Why?”
“Did you forget I was coming over?”
You frowned. “You have class until 4:30 and it’s-“ You paused as you pulled your phone away from your face to check the time. “-3:15. Are you calling me from class?”
“I’m in your room? Class got cancelled.”
“My room? How did you get in?” you asked, sitting up straight.
“I think her name’s Astoria?”
“Uh, alright,” you sighed. “Give me a minute and I’ll be right over.”
You hung up and then gave Theo a forced smile. “Guess I’m heading out early. See you later?”
“Yeah. Later.”
You ignored Theo’s tone. You knew he wasn’t a fan of Cormac and he never tried to hide it. You didn’t think about it often, but Theo didn’t really like any of your previous boyfriends. You swore it was an overprotective best friend thing. He just really, really didn’t like Cormac. Nor did he like being ditched for Cormac.
Later that week, Cormac told you he’d take out for dinner, someplace fancy to make up for something or another. It always seemed like he was making something up to you. So once again, you were sitting on the couch in the common area, scrolling on your phone as you waited for him. At least he had texted you that he was on his way to pick you up. You really should know better by now. Some excuse is bound to light up your phone and then you’ll be ordering delivery because you can’t be arsed to go to the cafeteria.
Theo walked out from his dorm with the intention of going to said cafeteria. At least until he say you and the slight frown that was etched onto your face more often than not. Unlike you, he did know better.
“Pizza or Chinese?” he asked.
“We’re going to a Mexican place,” you said. Your finger paused mid-swipe as you gave Theo a weak smile.
He plopped down unceremoniously on the couch next to you and threw his arm loosely around your shoulder.
“And when your shitshow of a boyfriend cancels again, what do you want?”
You exhaled heavily through your nose. “Chinese. Extra sauce.”
“I know.”
Your smile grew slightly. Besides the fact that your order hadn’t changed in years, it was nice that Theo knew. He remembered. He probably knew you’d pick Chinese but still gave you an option. Cormac had simply chosen the restaurant.
Part of you thought that you had a better time with Theo than you would’ve if Cormac hadn’t cancelled. Chances are you would’ve ended up fighting over something stupid. That was also becoming as common as him canceling the dates he suggested and planned in the first place.
It was an evening when you hadn’t even tried to make plans with Cormac. You were just going to have a good time with your friends. You weren’t going out. Someone brought out some drinks and snacks. Between your group and other people living in Slytherin, there were three card games going, a game of truth or dare, and a drinking game you didn’t care for.
You were sitting next to Daphne as she played cards. Lorenzo was making a crude joke. You looked down to check your phone, hoping that maybe Cormac had sent you a text or a snapchat, anything really to prove he was thinking about you. No notification, but you went to check the apps individually. He had posted to his Snapchat story.
You shouldn’t have opened it.
“Fuck me sideways,” you muttered before tossing your phone to the side with far more force than necessary.
There was an audible shattering sound.
The room stilled momentarily before crescendoing back to its original volume. Daphne could feel the tense irritation radiating off of you but she made no comment.
It was Theo who took action. Of course it was him.
“Repairo,” he cast, pointing his wand at your phone but leaving it where it was.
He thought you didn’t need to keep scrolling and refreshing apps to see what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend was up to. Everyone knew that’s what you saw without seeing it for themselves: Cormac was with another girl and they were posting about it for you to see.
Your mood was ruined. Those sitting directly around you felt it and they walked on eggshells all night to not make it worse. You stayed sitting by Daphne. Theo watched you carefully from where he sat. He wasn’t sure how much longer you’d last in the common area. He got up and fetched your phone for you.
“Movie?” he asked as he held out your phone.
You nodded and the two of you went back to his dorm. No one ever whispered about it. No one speculated about what went on between you two. It was far too common knowledge that you were life long best friends and when you needed to cool off, you went to him.
Theo immediately fell onto his bed, reaching for the remote. Sometimes you laid next to him. His shoulder made a great pillow when you were sleepy enough. This time you sat on the floor with your back against his bed. He picked a movie, one he’d seen before but was positive you hadn’t. To be fair, that category had a lot of movies in it.
He lasted fifteen minutes before the question that was eating him alive fought its way out of him.
“Amore.”
“Theodore.”
“Can I ask you something?”
Theo only prefaced his questions with that if he was about to irritate you. He knew it, as well as he knew you. Assuming he wasn’t an idiot, you guessed at what he wanted.
“No, you can’t have my Transfiguration essay for Draco to copy.”
“Don’t need your essay. He already has mine,” Theo said with a huff of a laugh. He paused. Then, “Why’re you still with McLaggen?”
He was an idiot. But you still sat up and turned so you could see him.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s a fucking shitshow and you deserve better.”
Straight to the point. That’s how you knew he wasn’t messing around. There was no flowery language, no beating around the bush; he was looking straight in the eye.
“Wow, thanks, Theo. Tell me how you really feel,” you said dryly with an eye roll. You turned back to watch the movie.
“I’m just saying. He cancels on you all the time. He lets other girls crawl over him. He posts about. Bastard doesn’t even have the decency to do it in private. From where I sit, you’re begging for his attention and he’s treating you like a second thought, if that.”
“Thought about this, have you?” you snapped bitterly. Then you added, “What’s it to you anyways?”
I’m in love with you was what Theo wanted to say. He wanted to whisk you away from that asshole so that you could know what it was to be so very loved and adored in a way that a friend couldn’t. However, it was a delicate situation. He was well aware of how it could all backfire. So he took the safe route.
He shrugged and said, “I’m your friend. Jus’ think you’d be happier with someone who actually gave you the light of day.” Another pause. “I told you, you deserve better.”
“Right.”
You slouched more against his bed. He didn’t say anything more. He knew you well enough to know when he needed to shut his mouth if he valued his life. Besides, he had brought it to your attention and now, you were thinking about it.
You did deserve better. You thought so every time Cormac ditched you for something, or someone, else. Then you would think that maybe you didn’t deserve better because you’d caught yourself more than once thinking about Theo in ways that you shouldn’t. Especially when you caught yourself doing it when it was just you and Cormac.
Less than a week went by before you threw your phone again. Your friends all stared for a moment, like last time. And then they went on as if nothing happened, like last time. And like last time, Theo didn’t just let it be.
He got up and picked up your phone.
“Repairo.”
That wasn’t new. He always fixed it for you, even though you were perfectly capable of casting the simple spell. This time he didn’t hand it back right away. His fingers moved across the screen. Then he held it out for you to take.
It was open to your text conversation with Cormac. A message was typed but not sent.
<we’re done>
Simple. Succinct.
You looked at Theo with a melancholy expression.
“I’d block his number too and unfollow him on everything.”
Daphne, who was sitting next to you again, stared at Theo shocked. Everyone knew that you and Cormac couldn’t last, but they all assumed you’d grow tired of his behavior. They never thought that someone else would have to suggest that you break up with him.
Your eyes flicked between Theo and the message he had typed.
You hit the send button. Within seconds, your phone started ringing and Cormac’s face stared up at you. At least, it did until you sent it flying across the room with a yelp. All of your friends had gone silent and were either staring at you, your still-ringing phone, or going between the two.
The ringing paused momentarily. Presumably your voicemail greeting was telling Cormac to leave a message and you’d listen to it in 3-5 business days, responses not guaranteed. Then it started ringing again.
“Do you want me to…” Theo asked you in a low voice with a barely-there gesture towards your phone.
You nodded. Part of you assumed he was just going to get it for you. You didn’t expect him to silence the call and then unlock your phone. Unlocking your phone wasn’t really an issue. Everyone in the group knew your password was your birthday. Then he started blocking Cormac everywhere. His number. Instagram. Facebook. Twitter. WhatsApp. Snapchat. VSCO. Even his email. If there was a way for him to contact you via that phone, Theo was removing the older boy.
Then he went back into your contacts and found his own name.
/id treat you better/ he typed in the notes under his contact. Then he closed out of the app, reopened messages, and gave you your phone back.
“Didn’t break this time. I think that’s a first.”
You made a weak noise that might’ve been a laugh. You took your phone back and tucked it into your pocket. Theo sat on the armrest of the couch.
“Well? Carry on,” he said.
Lorenzo cleared his throat. “Did you see that Hannah Abbott’s trying to sell some of the stuff she grows? And it’s, uh, heh, not for potion making.”
“Doesn’t she need a permit or something for that?” Daphne asked, and conversation took over the group.
You were no longer the center of attention. You sank deeper into the couch. You kept glancing at your phone, expecting Cormac’s name to appear. It never did. He was blocked. Theo reached over and comfortingly rubbed your back. He saw you turn your phone over and over in your hands and the way your eyes looked down every time it was screen-side up.
After a while, you set your phone down and got fully immersed in the conversation. You were laughing and snarking off like usual. Theo relaxed. Eventually he got tired of being around people so he headed back to his dorm, and, not surprisingly, you weren’t far behind.
You knocked on his door before opening it.
“Hey, d’you mind if I-“ you started to ask.
“Like I’d say no,” Theo said.
He was already laying on his bed shirtless as if talking off his shirt had been the first thing he did when he got back. It was, but that wasn’t here nor there. When you followed Theo, you also didn’t want to be in the big group; however, you also didn’t want to be alone. Your roommate, Millicent, was probably in your dorm already since she didn’t really socialize with the group much. She didn’t count as company. Not in your mind. Not when your other option was Theo.
“I don’t want to be alone,” you said quietly.
“I know.”
Theo scooted over to make room for you. You climbed onto his bed and snuggled into his side so that he’d place his arm around you protectively. He did. Sometimes you hated how well he treated you when you were only friends. How were you supposed to find someone better than him?
Your phone started to ring and Theo felt you tense. You were shocked for a moment that it wasn’t Cormac. Then you remembered he was blocked.
“Millie?” you asked, answering the call.
“Hey, um, where are you?”
“Theo’s room. Why?”
You figured she had looked in the common area for you. You partially assumed that she locked herself out again.
“Your boyfriend’s here and he wants to talk to you.”
You frowned. “Ex-boyfriend,” you corrected. “Just tell him to leave.”
“Can’t.”
“Can’t?”
“Might want to tell Nott to lock his door.”
The call ended. You looked up at Theo.
“Can we lock your door?”
“What for?” As if he hadn’t been able to hear the entire conversation.
“Corma-“
There was pounding on the door.
“Heh.” Theo got up and opened the door. He stood in the gap so that Cormac couldn’t enter nor see you. “Can I help you, mate? I’m trying to study.”
“I want to talk to my girlfriend,” Cormac said in as gruff of a voice as he could manage.
His meager attempt to intimidate Theo only made him smile. He leaned his weight on the side of the door and put his other hand in his pocket. Theo was an image of cool, calm and casual.
“Sorry? Last I checked you didn’t have a girlfriend?”
“I know she’s in there, Nott. I need to talk to her.”
“Oh, it’s a need now? Interesting.”
“How about you butt out of my relationship and let me speak to my girlfriend?”
“Since there’s no girlfriend, there’s no relationship to butt out of,” Theo said. “You found your way into the building. How ‘bout you find your way out, hmm?”
Then he closed the door and locked it, immediately followed by an anti-alohamora charm.
“He wants to talk,” you said in a soft voice.
“Don’t you even think about giving him the light of day.”
“He came all the way here… so he must actually care about me.”
“No, he cares about not controlling you. Not having you at his fucking beck and call. If he actually cared about you, he wouldn’t be posting bitches on his story and blowing you off every week.”
“Theo-“
“You deserve someone who sees your worth,” he said. He paused as his stomach clenched. “Like I do.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love but to Theo, it felt like it. For better or for worse, you interpreted it as him being your best friend and standing by that title.
“I think you put me on a pedestal, Theo,” you said.
“It’s where you belong.”
He said it just a little too earnestly, like he meant it more than anything.
“Theo.” Your tone was serious.
He sighed and sat on the bed next to you.
Then it fell out of his mouth.
“You need someone who loves you like I love you.”
You shifted slightly. “I mean, with that logic, I need someone who loves me more.”
You felt stupid saying it. It sounded stupid coming out of your mouth. You cringed. You were about to stand up, tell Theo to forget about it, and leave the room.
Then his lips were on yours and his hand was cupping your face.
in which… after hours of working, theo finally convinces you to relax. only, you can’t seem to sleep normally… requested by anon -> here (masterlist) (nav)
“i promise, i’m not falling asleep right now, i can’t.” you told theo after his relentless begging for you to come cuddle with him. you had to study and do your work, but five minutes couldn’t hurt, right?
“mhm” theo hummed in response, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he welcomed you in his arms. “cara mia, you overwork yourself. it’s okay to take a break, y’know.” he wasn’t asking you, he was telling you.
“it’ll be okay, you’re just taking five minutes to lay down.” theo sweet talked you into staying with him. it wasn’t like you could get up if you wanted to, his strong arms held you so tight so you couldn’t leave.
you tried to stay awake, you really did, but your body betrayed you.
next thing you know you’re being woken up to the sound of giggling. your eyelids peel open, hands moving quick to wipe your eyes.
“tired, baby?” theo asked with a stupid grin on his face. you didn’t mean to fall asleep, but now that you did, you realized what he was laughing at.
your legs had somehow bent almost up to your head, putting you in a ‘c’ position while your hands extend out to nearly suffocate theo. “shut up.” you muttered, rearranging to lay straight beside him.
“my little shrimp.” theo teases, pecking you on the top of your head.
bambi’s notes… thought this was so cute ty for the req!
