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IND. Theodore Nott S L Y T H E R I N you can drag the lake but you WON'T find me mun is 21+ mutliverse & dark themes

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“Any plan that gets me out of Binn’s class is a great plan.” Realistically, she knew this was probably where they would part ways. After all, they were hardly acquantences and her mind told her that spending any more time with her wasn’t at the top of Nott’s list on a regular day. And yet she found herself lingering, wanting to hear anything else he may have to say, and found herself surprised by his suggestion, and even more surprised when she was ready to agree without any hesitation. “Alright.” She replied with a faint smile and a nod of her head. She didn’t have anything better to do than wander the halls or sit in her common room, forcing herself to read and catch up on work. Shifting her bag on her shoulder, she began to walk. “Come on then.”

He couldn’t help but think that she was somewhat naive for agreeing to join him on a stroll to the lake. For all she knew, he could have malicious ulterior motives. However, he didn’t think it was a secret to most students that he was fairly mellow for a serpent. He had his moments, but he prided himself on being level-headed where most of crew were sure to lose their shit. It gave people more power knowing they could set you off and he was not about to offer anyone power over him. Most of the time, it was not worth the energy anyway.

Luck was on their side once again as they managed to make it to the great oak doors without a patrolling prefect asking to see a hall pass or something along those lines. Theo pushed the doors open, nodding for Esme to go ahead. “So, Cortez, social life not treating you well lately?” He smirked, figuring he’d make this more interesting by messing with her a bit. He had no plans to drown her in the lake, but it could be entertaining to plant that fear in her head.

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In lieu of answering the question, her nails dig deeper into his skin, enough to draw a little bit of blood, and kisses his mouth with teeth. The truth is that Bellatrix enjoys all of this far more than she necessarily should. But she has never been a creature to care much for propriety, preferring instead to push boundaries and cross lines until she has shredded them into ribbons. Duty, yes, but that is an entirely different story and this has nothing to do with that.

This is about pleasure. And it’s easy, far too easy, to obtain it.

Once, Bellatrix might’ve known the value in delayed gratification but the woman she is now has no want or need for that. Instead, she just takes. And she takes what is offered, what she wants, what she believes belongs to her. The blood isn’t enough to deter her, it has never been enough. She is well-versed in the language of possession and Theodore is just another body she claims as hers, ever since that night at his house, this house.

“What do you think, Little Nott?” Her voice is a rasp. “Here or in one of your many expensive rooms? Wouldn’t want to scandalise my husband, after all.”

She sheathes her wand. It’s the most consideration he’s going to get. He had called her kind once and Bellatrix had laughed in his face at that. Let him have a taste of whatever scraps of generosity she has left to offer. No half-measures, no pretending. Honestly, she didn’t care all that much about being caught with one of her nephew’s friends. Let Rodolphus or Darius see. 

“Or are you having second thoughts?”

The young Slytherin was feeling reckless, more so than he had since their last encounter that was cut short. Perhaps he was just some stupid teenage boy whose experience was with mostly drunken girls who would do next to anything to please him, but now it seemed the roles were reversed. He wouldn’t let it get to him. He’d give Bellatrix something she’d never forget.

“Here.”

Without a second thought, the tables turned and Theo shoved Bellatrix hard against the opposite wall. If she wanted to kill him, she would have already done it. He wasn’t letting anything hold him back. The party may be a few rooms away, but he’d come up with a believable excuse later on if need be. He was tired of explaining himself. He was who he was and he was going to have his way with her.

He kissed her hard as he ran his fingers up her leg, wrapping around the thin fabric of her knickers and giving them a forceful yank. He heard a faint tearing sound, unsure if they were ripped completely or had slipped down. Theo eagerly unzipped his pants, exposing his erection. A few months ago this very moment would have scared the ever living shit out of him, but he was finally taking control now. He lifted the hem of her dress to grasp her legs and lift her onto him, adjusting slightly until he was inside her.

Theo gave a slight initial moan, heaving a powerful thrust into her. If he didn’t have the skills he thought he did, at least he had his teenage stamina. It’d be interesting to see if she was up for it. Another hard thrust followed by another, the younger boy pounded into the Death Eater, forgetting everything and anything that had him worried a mere few minutes before.

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She turns back around, glancing down at his naked form.

“Exactly,” Bellatrix replies, lips curling up into a smirk. “And the danger is half the fun, Little Nott.” It’s why the two of them are here, after all, sharing a bed and body heat. He’d asked something of her for the sake of his vices that first night and her answer has led them to this moment. She doesn’t care. He knew exactly what he was doing the moment he made his demands by the fireplace, the moment his hand dug into her waist. He is hers now.

“I suppose you’ve already become my pupil, although I hardly need to teach you about this.”

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Although he was less than fond of her nickname for him, he had a feeling it was another form of power she liked having over him. Since it was Bellatrix Lestrange, he’d let her have it, not that it seemed as though he’d have any choice in the matter. Besides, he may be one of the very few people on earth to make her cry out and that was something he’d pride himself on until the day he died. He’d never felt more vulnerable and yet so alive all at once.

“So you’ll admit that you enjoyed yourself then?”

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Lily paused on her way to the door, fingers caressing the wooden frame as she glanced over her shoulder. She shouldn’t – they weren’t friends, they were barely acquaintances, and despite being from the same world, they were on opposite ends of it. 

“If you tell anyone, I’ll hex you into next week.” It was an empty threat, spurred on by false bravado and a desire to act as if she weren’t lonely, as if she didn’t require companionship. That’s what it was, wasn’t it – life? Just pretending you were stronger than you felt? That you didn’t need anything or anyone? So why did she decide to stay. 

It was a few moments of shuffling before she sank down into the armchair beside the bed – it was just as comfortable, she’d realized while living in the inn. Plus, outside, you could see the moon light up the alley, so quiet compared to when the sun was out. Still, she looked over at him, half asleep, pissed off his arse; she watched him breathe, the sort of breathing that was deep and relaxed, as if he were already sleeping – she knew he wasn’t. 

“I’d love to see that,” he replied in a sleepy, raspy voice. Even in his current condition, he still could find the energy to instigate. Lily was, after all, technically his rival, definitely not someone he’d invite into his room on a regular basis, but here they were. Oddly enough, it felt comfortable. Almost like they went back for years as old friends. Perhaps it was just one of those souls you had an instant connection to for unknown reasons that couldn’t be explained.

He heard the floorboards creak again and his eyes opened just a crack to see her settling into the squishy seat nearby. He rolled over onto his back, eyes closed again, but he was still awake. “Despite what you may think, Evans, I don’t bite...”

He doubted that was a convincing enough statement, but then again, he probably wouldn’t have gotten in bed with him if he were her. She was a smart girl, smarter than he gave her credit for or would ever admit. There were plenty of times he used his power of manipulation over girls who hardly needed any convincing in the first place, but even with Evans it seemed like a lost cause. Yet, he still found himself trying...

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“I do.” Her voice was soft, quiet, a touch of nervousness dripping along those two words, so unlike the normally bold tone she used. Part of her was screaming to stop this madness, to just leave – she had swore to keep this secret to the grave, shame and doubt heated her cheeks until she was sure she would catch fire. 

“Theo, please.” He wouldn’t look at her, and gods, did he hear the way her voice cracked on his name, as if she were made of glass? Shattered glass that dug into her frame, that carved it’s way into her mind – all you’re good for. you deserved it. you asked. for. it. 

She took a shaky breath, suddenly more sober than she had ever been before. Merlin, she felt sick, trying to come up with words to explain everything, and yet, retain some dignity. Delicate fingers pulled out her wand, and after a moment, she was able to steady herself. 

“Revelio,” she whispered, looking down at her feet as letters appeared to carve themselves into scars, scars she kept hidden. Beneath her robes, hidden under enchantments, she could almost pretend they didn’t exist. MUDBLOOD; a permanent reminder, etched into her right arm, as if it belonged there. He wasn’t looking at her, still, but she didn’t care – she had to tell him.

“In fourth year – well, I don’t know if you heard that I had to go to the hospital wing for — quite a while. I missed loads of classes; I doubt you remember….” she was half rambling, half choking on her words, barely above a whisper; if she spoke them louder, surely more people would find out. Not even the teachers knew the whole story.

“I told my mates that I fell down one of the cliffs overlooking Hogsmeade…. I told the professors I didn’t remember…. I do, though. I was – “ 

She was what? She’d hid it for nearly two years now. Hid the pain of it behind her parents’ deaths. But she didn’t want to hide from him, even if her whole body was begging to crawl into her skin and just — die. 

“I was attacked. And they – well – they, erm — the boys that did it, they — well, they made sure that I knew I was only good for a shag, all right? They made sure I remembered my place. But you’re the only boy – you’re the only one that makes me forget I’m – dirty. That I’m – that I’m a mudblood, yeah? And I – you make me feel – wanted. For more than just a fuck. And it’s not that I don’t want to – you’re the only one I think I’ve ever actually wanted to kiss, to do more with, but — I don’t want you to hate me after… because I’m not clean, Theo. I’m not — I just – “ Her voice trailed off now, a choking sob cutting off her words. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying, baring her deepest secret to him, though not all of it – she let him judge her, let him see the full spectrum of her sins. 

“I’m sorry – I just. When you look at me, I don’t feel – disgusting. And I didn’t want to ruin it.” 

She turned her back towards him, holding her breath, before she took a step towards the stairs. She’d leave him now, if he wanted – she’d never bother him again. They were, after all, from two different worlds. She should have remembered it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She knew her place. 

Theo continued to stare out into the darkness. Despite his anger and hurt pride, he listened. He did remember when she was out for few days. In fact, he recalled one of Slytherin girls in his crew confessing her dismay about ‘the redheaded mudblood that nearly broke her neck falling off a cliff but somehow survived.’ He never made the connection that it had been Lily. 

He finally turned from the ledge of the Astronomy tower to face Lily as she continued. As awful as that first part was, he knew that wasn’t the end. Sure enough, it wasn’t. He listened to her story in horror. No wonder this girl was the way she was. Anyone who had been through this would have been jaded, and yet she still managed to have a kind demeanor. How could that even make sense?

She looked like she was going to fall to pieces. Not that he had much experience in being comforted or offering any soothing words, but his instinct told him to hold her or else she’d fall apart. He reached out and slowly pulled her towards him, embracing her petite frame in his arms. Maybe it wasn’t the safest place he could offer her, but he could only try.

For a few minutes he was silent, unsure of how to respond, so he just continued to hold her. He knew she didn’t want his pity, but more for him to understand. Well, of course he didn’t know what she was going through, but he could be man enough to empathize on some level. He brushed her hair with his fingers before letting out a sigh and finally able to look her in the eye.

“Lils, you know damn well that I am not perfect either and that none of those things that you said about yourself are true.” He pulled her face up with both hands to meet his gaze. “You hear me?” Perhaps this was the stubborn Slytherin in him, refusing to allow anything this absurd to just slide by. “It’s bullshit, and you know it.” 

Just like the crack of a whip, Theo’s shock from her backstory turned to anger. “Do I know them? The ones that did this to you?” 

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SLYTHERIN: “If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.” –William McFee

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She let him lead her towards the rooms, helped him stumble around the hallway until he finally found his room – two down from hers, really, as she was in seven. She let him take herself to the bed, hearing it creek and bend under him. Just like a boy, to pass out immediately. 

He was silent for a moment, his breathing slow and she assumed he was asleep, moving to light a fire for him. It was quite cold already, and it would get colder still in the night, with the wind. Doing magic so close to other magic users didn’t matter – the Ministry wouldn’t know it was her, and she wouldn’t be expelled for it. 

“Mmm?” she answered as the fire roared to life, glancing over at the bed. “Yeah, I’m still here. Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death.” 

He felt warmth fill the air as she answered him, not realizing how grateful he was for the simple things like a toasty fire until right now. He mustered enough strength to sit up from the bed, kicking off his shoes lazily, eyes drooping. Theo looked over at the redhead sitting by the newly crackling fire as he struggled to pull off his robes.

“You can...stay, if you want,” he blinked a few times, legs hanging off the end of the bed. There was almost a slight plea in his voice. He never had any problem being on his own, why all of a sudden tonight, he didn’t know.

He pulled himself towards the pillows, wrapping his arms around one and settling comfortably back into it. At any moment he could have zonked without another word, but he still found himself listening for Lily still in the room.

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She wondered what he was thinking, wondered if he knew how much he actually meant to her. It was odd, their friendship, their relationship. It was unlikely, and she didn’t completely understand it herself. But then, she was drunk, firewhiskey coursing through her veins, as if it had replaced her blood. They did this often, hid in the astronomy tower during the wee hours in the morning, before the world was awake. Hid and drank their feelings; two fucked up kids with too many issues to know how to sort out. She was about to tell him this, to tell him they were the same, despite the fact they were from two different worlds, different circumstances. They were the same; loneliness and fear and bravery, even if they weren’t. 

But he was kissing her, words catching in her throat as she returned it. She knew this, more than she knew what they were. This was familiar, normal. Hookups were common for the redhead, always getting involved with men she shouldn’t. How many purists had she secretly shagged? Pureblood princes that wanted to roll around in the mud, so to speak. 

She didn’t want it to be like that with Theo – what would he think of her? She cared about his opinion, perhaps foolishly. She could never really tell how he felt. Was this all he wanted? Like everyone else? Was this all she really was good for? Reluctantly, she pushed him away softly. 

“Theo, I can’t –” she said, surprising herself. She was so used to just — letting this happen. “I just — I can’t. Because I don’t want to ruin anything.” Would he understand? Or would he be angry? Hate her for it? She had to make him understand. 

“I need to tell you something – something that I haven’t told anyone else. And I — I need you to just — please don’t think lesser of me, okay?” 

For a few blissful moments, all his worries and cares in the world had disappeared as they kissed. Oddly enough, he hadn’t been planning this. Sure, it crossed his mind from time to time, but when he was with Lily, he learned to just live in the moment and let it take him wherever he was meant to go. The color drained from his face as he felt her hand on his chest, pushing him away from her.

“Shit...” Theo shifted, running a hand through his hair at the loss of what else to do. “Lils, I’m sorry.” He attempted to gather his expression, but it was difficult pretending this wasn’t a blow to his ego. An ego heavily influenced by liquor, at that.

He shook his head and got to his feet. “No...look, you don’t have to explain anything,” Theo walked to the edge of the Astronomy tower to stare into the bleak darkness of the Hogwarts grounds. He leaned against the stone ledge, now trying to fight off the anger that was starting to arise inside him. It wasn’t like him not to listen to what she had to say, but then again he’d also never tried to kiss her until now.

He felt like a fool, unsure of if it was because this was the first time he’d been rejected or simply because it was Lily that did it.

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“Mhmm.” Esme hummed in response with the faintest of grins, sitting up straighter in her seat as excitement suddenly hit her amid the boredom of the class lecture. Skipping class with Nott definitely was not something she had ever invisioned herself doing, but at the moment, nothing sounded better to her. “Okay.” She whispered back, discreetely putting her things away and swiftly ducking behind the male once he left, absolutely positive the ghost wouldn’t even notice their absence. “That class is torture.” She groaned the moment they were in the hallway, body relaxing. She was so happy with the turn of events, she could have kissed Nott for his idea. Her eyes then hesitantly lingered on him, unsure of whether this was where they parted ways or if he had other ideas. “What’s next in your great escape plan?”

Theo looked over his shoulder as Esme crept out from behind the door shortly after him. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly at her question, unsure of what he actually had planned once they ditched class. Going back to the Slytherin common room seemed like the most realistic option, but he knew a few of the girls had a free period and they’d been up all night attempting to conjure up new potion recipes, bumming all his bottles of Ogden’s in the process. Listening to Daphne and Tracey’s hungover ramblings sounded as thrilling as the History class they’d just escaped, so he reconsidered this idea altogether. “Hardly my greatest plan...” He shrugged before throwing another idea out there. “I hear the giant squid’s been taking swipes at passersby walking too closely to the shoreline. Care to test our luck?” 

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Created in the 1930s by an anonymous author (supposedly Cantankerus Nott), the directory listed the pure-blood families in Great Britain.

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Esmeralda was surprisingly stubborn when it came to a lot of things, a stark difference to her usual compliant behavior; but one thing she would not tolerate was having someone else’s work pushed onto her, especially when she barely wanted to do her own portion of said work. Her eyes dart to the male beside her at his question, and eyebrows raise with interest. “Too long ago.” She answers in a murmur, lips unintentionally pulling up as she follows his train of thought.

“Caught on then, have you?” He tilted his head, eyes studying her for a moment before looking back towards their boring professor as he floated up and down the aisle of desks. “Wait for Binns to pass us one more time, then follow me to the door,” he spoke just above a whisper. He stuck his quill into his book and closed it. The felt the chill of the ghostly professor glide by their desk and slowly got up from his chair. He opened the door just a crack and slipped through without a sound, stepping out into the empty hallway home free.

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She blinked up at him tiredly, resting her head on his shoulder. He was warm, not just in body temperature, but in personality. At least, when and if he wanted to be. He wasn’t inviting, no, and he had his walls up – but the more she got to know him, the harder it was to pull herself away, the more she cared about him.

“‘Ve never lied to y’before, Nott.” Her words transitioned into a large yawn, her arm moving over his stomach as she snuggled closer to him. It was just them, and the cool night air, and the world felt a billion miles away, far beneath them at this moment. 

“Yer one of m’best mates,” she slurred slightly. She meant what she said – he knew more about her than anyone else. She could tell him everything, completely trust him. She didn’t know why, just that she did.  

“True, but I’ve also heard gingers have no souls, so who knows what you’re capable of,” he turned his head towards the sleepy girl with the smallest hint of a smirk. At least these days he’d managed to stop calling her mudblood. He almost let it slip a few times but he caught himself.

He pulled her a little closer into his chest, the familiar scent of her soft hair filling his senses. It was strange being this intimate with another person. Of course the parties that went on in the Slytherin common room led to his fair share of hookups, but he couldn’t remember anything significant about them. No words, no feelings, and no intimacy worth fighting for. Merlin knows he looked for it. Until now, he thought it was all just a crock of shit.

“I’m sure you’ve just had too much to drink, but thank you, that’s sweet,” he leaned his face forward and gently kissed her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment and it suddenly felt like slow motion. Their faces were close when he met her gaze and without a second thought, his lips crashed against hers. All the emotions he was feeling for this girl couldn’t be explained with words, so all he could do was kiss her hard and express himself to her in the only way he hadn’t done yet.

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m o o d b o a r d ; slytherin

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I think you deserve better. No one had ever said those words before, no one had ever really even known. She’d learned long ago that people had their own problems, and she didn’t want to add to them. And so, she kept quiet, acted as if she didn’t stare at the ceiling all night with this sort of empty exhaustion that threatened to choke her. 

She stood up as he did, one arm snaking around his waist as he attempted to stumble away, ducking under his shoulder. 

“I don’t think walking is exactly an option here, Nott.” The red head said. Oh if her friends could see her now. They often said she was too kind for her own good, too warm, too trusting. Maybe she was, she didn’t know. She did know that he was more likely to trip and break his neck than make it to his room safely, and she told herself that it was out of loyalty to Tom, out of a desire to help the older wizard, that she helped the Slytherin up to his room. It had nothing to do with the fact that, for some reason, she felt — connected to Nott. That didn’t even make sense, really. 

“Which room is yours?” She asked as they made their way to the stairs, refusing to give him much choice as she steadied him. 

It was especially amazing to a boy as tall and as hammered as him that someone with such a petite frame could help him up the stairs. Even as he tried not to put too much of his weight on her, he felt himself slowly tipping in every direction and her hands around his waist, pulling him back upwards. 

Arm draped over her shoulder, he squinted at the room numbers. “Fi...our...?” He leaned against the door numbered four and attempted to open it. After struggling with the handle for an embarrassing amount of time, he huffed. “Five. Five for sure,” he pulled her along to the next door when four wouldn’t open.

Theo stumbled into the room clumsily. It was dark, but he managed to find the bed and plop onto the edge. He laid back and sunk into the bed, not bothering to take off his shoes or his robes. A fire would have been a good idea too, these rooms were always so damn drafty. He couldn’t even move to pull his wand from his inside pocket, he was far too comfortable. He let his eyes close, ignoring the spinning. Besides the old, creaky walls and floorboards, the room was silent.

“Are you still here, Evans?” He called out in a hoarse voice, eyes still blissfully shut.