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i was wondering if i could request a slytherin boy reacts or a imagine up to you

but what about reader who’s starting to have a drug addiction and they are daiting her and she’s turning into a crappy person but they love her so they try and help her

M.R. || Tell your baby that i’m your baby

Summary: In the midst of substance abuse and a relationship in crisis with Mattheo Riddle, you face a painful intervention from worried friends, leading to an emotional breakdown in the arms of your best friend, Pansy.

Warnings: abuse in substance use, potential trigger.

A/N: I apologize for the delay in the request, but I really had a hard time getting inspired... I reinforce here the importance of seeking help in cases like this. I hope you like it!

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The morning light invaded the room, crossing the half-open curtains and spreading across the wooden floor as a cruel reminder of the reality you didn't want to face. The distant echo of last night's party still reverberated in his mind, accompanied by an insistent headache and an exhaustion that seemed to consume everything around him. Since you and Mattheo started getting involved, parties have become a common scenario. He, always the center of attention, with his carefree and enigmatic way, attracted everyone around him. And you, always by your side, immersed in a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline that offered the temporary escape you wanted so much.

At first, it was all light. A marijuana cigarette here, a drink there. Mattheo never intended to drag you to a darker path, but before you even met him, you were already flirting with something more dangerous. It came from a family that exerted invisible but overwhelming pressures. The expectation of perfection, the weight of a surname, everything you did never seemed to be enough. Substances were a way to escape, to anesthetize the pain it carried inside. What began as curiosity quickly turned into an insidious habit, always with the excuse ready: "I stop whenever I want." But over time, this promise seemed more and more distant and empty.

You thought you were hiding well, but your closest friends began to notice the changes. Pansy, always attentive and insightful, was the first to notice. During one of the recent parties, she saw you running to the women's bathroom, her look disturbed and her hands trembling. When she entered, she found you using cocaine in the sink, her eyes dilated and lost in an abyss she couldn't reach.

She was in shock, unable to believe what she saw.

- Are you sure of what you're doing? - she asked, her voice low, but loaded with genuine concern.

- I know how to take care of myself, Pans. - You answered, with a false confidence, the same mask you wore for everyone. Pansy knew that it was a lie, a sign that things were much worse than anyone imagined.

She was the one who told Mattheo. One night, when he could no longer stand his emotional absence and erratic behaviors, Pansy hesitated, but knew he needed to know.

- She won't forgive me for that - she said to him, as she saw his gaze harden with the revelation. - But she's sinking, and you need to do something.

Mattheo already suspected it. The frequent escapades, the erratic behavior, the lies. Theodore, always more reserved, had also talked about his concerns, about how his behavior at parties was becoming unpredictable, and how he and Pansy were genuinely concerned. "You are no longer the same," Theo once said, looking deep into his eyes, trying to find the friend who seemed to have disappeared. But you always avoided these confrontations.

Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, Mattheo seemed distant, lost in thoughts you would prefer him not to have. The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the heavy and slow breathing of both. He had spent the night reflecting on what Pansy had told him and every time his friends looked at you with a mixture of worry and sadness, but they never knew what to say.

- We need to talk. - he said, finally, without even turning to face you.

You turned to the side, trying to ignore the weight of your words, the body still heavy from the excesses of the night before.

- About what, Matt? It was just another party. You don't have to do drama.

He got up, taking a few steps around the room before finally staring at you. The look, usually so carefree and seductive, was now loaded with a seriousness that bothered you deeply.

- It's not just about the party. It's about you. About what's happening to you.

Those words hit like a punch. The air became heavy, the light morning weather dissipating while the subject you had been avoiding for so long finally emerged.

- I'm fine. You're exaggerating. - you replied, trying to move away the gravity of the moment.

Mattheo took another step forward, the frustration now clearly visible.

- I'm not exaggerating. Pansy told me what happened. She saw you.

His stomach sank when he heard this. A wave of anger and shame rose through his body, mixed with the desperate need to defend himself.

- She had no right to tell you.

- Of course there was. - Mattheo replied, her voice firm. - She's worried about you. Theo too. We all are. You're no longer in control, and I can't pretend this is normal anymore.

His words cut like a sharp blade. Anger bubbled in his veins, uncontrollable.

- I'll stop whenever I want! I don't need anyone to tell me what to do! - your voice was loud, hard, loaded with an aggressiveness that masked the truth you refused to admit: you were completely out of control.

He shook his head, his eyes full of sadness and exhaustion.

- You always say that, but it never stops. And it's getting worse every day. This is consuming you, and I can't watch it anymore.

- I know what I'm doing! - you screamed, the anger overflowing, the body shaking.

Mattheo sighed, his shoulders falling, as if carrying the weight of an unbearable burden.

- I just want to help you, but you're not letting me. I won't lose you for that.

His words hovered in the air, but you were blinded by anger and pride. Without answering, you turned around, marching towards the door.

- I don't need your help! - he repeated, more to himself than to him, before slamming the door hard, leaving him alone with his unspoken words.

When leaving the room, the hallway seemed suffocating. The air was heavy and oppressive, the walls seemed to close around it. Anger was still burning, but underneath it, something darker and more painful moved - an overwhelming loneliness that you refused to face.

It was then that you saw Pansy in the hallway, the look immediately worried when he noticed the tears on his face and the crumpled clothes of the night before. She approached with caution, but with determination.

- Hey, how are you? - the soft voice, but full of concern.

- What do you think, Pansy? - you shot, the voice harsh and bitter. - You saw me yesterday. And he was still running to tell Mattheo.

Pansy sighed, stopping in front of him, without letting himself be shaken by his aggressiveness.

- I told you because I'm worried about you. Because I love you and I won't be with my arms crossed.

- Why does everyone think they know what's best for me? - you shouted, anger mixed with frustration and pain. - You don't know anything!

She took another step, determined.

- I know you're suffering. And no matter how much you push me away, I won't give up on you.

Her words finally broke something inside you. Anger was replaced by an overwhelming despair. You tried to resist, but when Pansy hugged you firmly, you collapsed into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

- I can't do it anymore... - you murmured, your voice broken by pain. - I don't know what to do.

Pansy held you harder.

- You don't have to do it alone. I'm here.

But despite this moment of vulnerability, something dark continued to grow inside you. In the days that followed, instead of accepting the help, you started pretending. Dissimulate. It showed others what they wanted to see, while the addiction deepened. Laugh at the right times, smile in the conversations. But behind that, you were increasingly sunk in drugs, more and more isolated.

Mattheo, however, saw through his mask. He found evidence that you had never stopped. When he confronted you again, the tension between you was unbearable.

- You never stopped, did you? - he asked, his voice full of frustration.

- I'm fine. - You lied once again.

- No, you're not. And he never was. - he replied, in disbelief.

Without taking it anymore, you left again, disappearing for days, isolated at home. When you returned to Hogwarts, the abyss between you, your boyfriend and your friends seemed irreparable. Mattheo and Pansy were astonished, unable to fully understand the depth of their denial. Each encounter turned into an emotional battle, with sharp words and intense discussions that only deepened the division.

His routine was full of lies and hiding places. The parties, formerly his refuge, were now an arena of internal confrontation. The momentary relief of substances was quickly replaced by a cycle of guilt and despair. You saw yourself sunk in a loneliness that you could not escape, a loneliness that manifested itself not only in moments of silence, but also in the way you moved away from everyone who tried to help you.

The void I was trying to fill with drugs was becoming an even bigger hole. His nights in the clear were filled with the echo of his own lies and the growing feeling that he was losing his own identity. The mirror, which once reflected a person full of life and promising, now showed someone almost unrecognizable, worn and dejected.

Finally, on an especially dark night, when the feeling of hopelessness seemed almost unbearable, you found yourself again in the aisle of Hogwarts, a place that now seemed so far from home. The mind was in turmoil, and the words of Mattheo, Pansy and Theodore echoed without ceasing. The need to escape was overwhelming, but the feeling of being cornered, with no way out, finally began to prevail.

It was then that you had a painful epiphany, a moment of clarity that emerged from the crisis. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this labyrinth of pain and denial. The first step was to recognize that control had been lost a long time ago and that it really needed help.

With a heavy heart and a shaken spirit, you decided to seek help. It was a small but crucial step, and you knew it wouldn't be easy. Mattheo, Pansy and Theodore were there to support you, and with a renewed effort, you began to seek the support you needed. It was the beginning of a long and arduous path, but for the first time in a long time, there was a spark of hope on the horizon. And for the first time, you were willing to fight for yourself, to face the truth and finally begin to rebuild what had been broken.

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Car Ride.

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader | AU

words: 515 warnings: 18+ | SMUT | MDNI the pictures don't represent the reader and the characters are always 18+

Riding Mattheo in the backseat of his car in the sloppiest way possible after a make out session quickly turned to the both of you panting, sweating and steaming up the windows.

his hands are already groping over your body, your hips and waist get special attention while he bites and sucks on your nipples before grazing his teeth along your rising and falling chest and up to the side of your neck, he keeps you still on his twitching dick that buried deep inside of you, he buckling his hips and tightening his exploring grasps when he hears your breathless moans when his tongue leave wet trails on you dump skin, he sucks it in to mark his possession,

you squirm and whiningly moan begging to ride him with the little pushes that you manage to make, and when you hitch between those longing mewls, “Matty..” in an instinct, it drives him into oblivion of animalistic fever seeing how you melt on him, he groans from how good you feel when he starts thrusting into you, grabbing you by the throat to bring you closer, hot breath hitting against your parted lips, he tastes them, bites them, snarling “mine, mine, mine…” into them,

with your ass slightly hovering you’re just at the perfect angle now for him to tease your swollen cunt just with the tip, in and out, slowly making a whimpering mess out of you, before stretching you on his cock again, he growls low when your clenching walls envelop him again and when you push yourself against it like the needy little doll that can't get enough, hands grab your ass to fuck you dumb, pounding harder, faster, hitting your sweet aching spot, your nails raking and leaving marks on his chest,

you feel yourself getting wetter, with mixed dripping sweat from both of you at this point, you rub your clit against it and feel those stretching waves of pleasure, you hungrily focus on them as they grow higher, and you press your damp body onto him, fingers running through his wet curls and clutching them, the other searching for something to grasp behind and pushing on the steamy window, you roll your hips faster, filling the space with your hitching moans,

he presses his cheek against your messy hair, inhaling your scent before he hoarsely whispered, “c’mon baby, I wanna feel you cum,” squeezing your body harder against his, grasping your ass to push you back and forth as you start losing rhythm, 

you reach your peak and shudder on him crying out your orgasm, chocking on your breath and letting your legs shiver uncontrollably, drunk from his moany voice telling you he's so close “fuck… fuck,” he whines between panting and curling his arm around your waist while the other tangled and grasping at your hair as he drives into you mercilessly, and you hear those sweet sounds of your pussy hitting against his sticky cum, you continue to milk his sensitive shaft until he stops you and you both shallowly gasping for air embraced by each other.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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15. Your halo’s full of fire

Although Y/N showed Lorenzo the unhappiness that he didn't stay, she thought it was better that way. She really needed to think about the feelings she might have for him and clarify that at once. Theodore, on the other hand, could not be happier with the absence of Berkshire.

The adults had already left the place, leaving only their friends and their plans for the days. Already at breakfast some lively and others sleepy, the day was beautiful, waiting only for them. Y/N only surprised one thing, the fact that Astoria and Draco didn't join them for breakfast, which at this point was not so strange, actually.

- Astoria stayed in Draco's room, Y/N? - Daphne seemed slightly angry, but asked in a low tone so that only Y/N would listen.

- I don't know, Daph, I didn't notice. - She offers a light smile to her friend, but she lied. Y/N had noticed, but would not give his brother to her now, Daphne would probably say something discouragousing to her younger sister.

- So, are you ready for the beach? - Pansy enters excited already with her bikini under her clothes.

- Let's go now. - Y/N gets up before Daphne stretches in the conversation and she runs out of excuses to cover up her brother.

The beach was part of the property, which means that they had all the freedom in the place, so much so that Y/N had the pleasure of knowing that it was in that place where she and her brother were conceived.

Theodore had barely woken up when Y/N passed distracted by the table while spreading the sunscreen on her face in a mirror that decorated the environment. The girl barely wore clothes, after all it was hot. Y/N was without a blouse, only the top of the black bikini covered the breasts, at the bottom, only a tiny white skirt completely tight and transparent made clear the color of the bikini panties. Nott thanked himself for sitting while trying not to stare strangely at the wonderful body that caught his attention.

Occasionally he looked over the cup of coffee that took his mouth, the boy smiled at himself when he remembered that he had already seen her in an even more exposed way than that, but he was still curious to see her without any piece of clothing.

Mattheo leaned against the stop of the entrance to the environment with a malicious smile as he stared at the girl shamelessly.

- Oh, good morning, Matt. - She said kindly, heading out of the place.

- And what a good morning! - Riddle said without any shame to face Y/N's hips swinging as he left the place.

- Don't be disgusting, Riddle, she's my sister. - Draco sits at the table next to Theodore, who is mentally grateful for the blonde's interference.

- Don't fight just with me, then. - Mattheo sits with a rogue face. - After all, I wasn't the only one who blatantly stared at Y/N's body, right? - Theodore just looks at him with a clear anger in his eyes, getting up from the table.

- You two have to calm down. - Astoria says when entering the place radiantly.

- Aren't you going to the beach with them? - Draco had the softest voice when he referred to her.

- Yes, and I'm already late. - Astoria took a glass of juice to her mouth, just drinking the liquid and putting it back on the table, making mention of going out, but Draco pulls her wrist, preventing her from leaving so fast. With the impact of the pull, the faces were very close.

- Aren't you forgetting anything? - The blonde says quietly and in a very suggestive way that the girl understood, but decided to play. Astoria gets closer to his face, while Mattheo watches everything with enthusiasm. But the girl gets up abruptly without giving her what she wanted.

- You're right! The sunscreen. - Astoria ran from the place with the call of her friends at the door of the house while Draco just ignored the Mattheo look on him.

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The heat of the sun was reflected in the sea water, the rays were like points of light in that immense blue. Y/N was hypnotized by the beauty of that place, every year that passed it was even better to go there. However, this time it was different, a strange feeling of comfort and farewell, she would not know how to explain if they asked, but she knew what she felt.

The four girls were stretched out over their towels under the shadow of a huge tree, Y/N leaned on her elbows as she passed her eyes lazily through the lines of the book she had taken, occasionally interacting in the conversation of the friends next to her. Pansy took pictures of everything with a small polaroid machine, recording the most beautiful scenarios of that place.

- Look here, Y/N. - Pansy points the camera at the girl who drops the book and smiles at the camera. Pansy, with the lack of experience with the muggle object, took the photo a little earlier than she should, which, luckily, made her look more spontaneous with a beginning of a smile.

The printed photo showed the entire body of Y/N lying on the toil and the sea in the background, the sunglasses on the tip of the nose and a small smile sprouting on his lips opened interpretations both for a shy and also suggestive smile.

- Pansy, come. Take one of mine too. - Astoria said sitting on the towel with her back to the camera and then spying on her over her shoulder.

- This one goes to Draco, for sure. - Y/N said jokingly completely forgetting Daphne's presence there, by luck or not, Pansy quickly replied.

- And yours goes to Theodore, of course. - Soon the other girls laughed and Y/N was slightly ashamed, but not so much, since she had all the freedom to talk to her friends.

- I don't understand why you put this in your head. - Y/N seemed a little irritated now, however, Parkinson didn't seem to have noticed and kept joking.

- You'll see, it's because you had sex in Daphne's kitchen on New Year's Eve. - And then the camera click perfectly captures Astoria's reaction to knowing that. Y/N was simply without reaction.

- So, was it you? - Astoria said indignantly. - And did you let the blame fall on me? Do you understand how much Daphne fought with me that day? - Daphne completely confused, Pansy guilty for talking that way and Y/N just didn't know what to answer.

- Merlin, I really thought it wasn't you and Theodore. How naive I was. - Daphne had her hands covering her mouth in surprise, but a smile opened on her face, but he soon falled. - By Merlin, did it have to be in my kitchen?

- Me... I'm sorry. I... - Pansy completely loses the look of guilt, turning into enthusiasm.

- So it's true? - The girl said. - Mattheo told me to bluff, but I didn't think you'd fall, Y/N. I'm completely shocked. - The weather was too confusing, Y/N just confirmed everything with your reaction. A few long seconds passed as they stared at each other, and the silence irritated the girl deeply.

- Look, it's okay. Maybe I made some mistakes here. - She starts. - But Astoria, I couldn't just get up and say it was me, and well, you didn't deny that it was you either.

- By Merlin, Y/N. She loved that everyone thought it was she and Draco who had done that. - Daphne says bluntly, receiving a severe look from her sister, who completely ignored it.

The morning passed quickly after the novelty, the four girls got together to speculate the details with Y/N, who was still a little undecided whether to say one thing or another. Astoria, on the other hand, felt, for the first time, really part of the Slytherin Elite, sharing secrets and crushes.

When lunchtime was approaching, the girls returned home. Pansy was more enchanted once again with the landscape of the garden and the sea in the background, it was much better than the repetitive walls of Hogwarts or her house. The girl decides to stop the path that the Greengrass made to the interior of the mansion and Y/N decides to wait for her, staying by her side.

- It's beautiful, isn't it? - She contemplates. Y/N, on the other hand, paid attention to something else.

- Oh, yes... - Y/N sighs, Pansy thought her friend was talking about the same thing as her, however, when looking away at Y/N and seeing where her eyes pointed, she laughed.

The girl watched Nott carefully at his every move. Theodore walked slowly with the horse, apparently tired since they heard him slow down the animal's strides when they arrived. He was far away, but close enough for her to be able to record every muscle of the back on the boy's display. The sun hitting against her tanned skin while small droplets of sweat shone, the way with him pulled the horse's mane to turn it in the direction definitely brought her very dirty memories, that day just got hotter for her.

- Y/N, I'm not talking about Theodore riding a horse without a shirt, by Merlin. - Y/N quickly turning his attention to his friend.

- I was talking about the sea like you, Pans, don't make things up. - You disguised it. Pansy mentioned turning to the entrance of the house, but soon looked back at Theodore when he heard that something was coming that looked like another horse running.

- Things seem to have become more interesting to you now, don't they? - Y/N jokes when he notices Pansy's gaze fixed on Zabini, who had just approached Nott. Apparently, the boys were betting on a race.

- Definitely yes. - Parkinson said without any shame with a malicious smile sprouting and paying more and more attention to the boy.

Y/N decided to leave her behind now, despite wanting to accompany her, a certain memory made her body warm up a little more than usual, which was great, since the girl was heading for a long and pleasurable bath after the beach.

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They dreaming about you || Slytherin boys

Summary: The boys being surprised by hot dreams with you, even without being in a loving relationship. These dreams take them by surprise, but maybe not so much, since you had been noticing some stealthy looks from them for some time on your body. Warnings: A little spicy, +18.

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Blaise Zabini

That scene seemed too good to be true, but it was. At least in Blaise's head it was...

His body lying on the sheets with his skirt raised and legs open gave him the view of paradise. What only improved with the fact that your fingers slowly went in and out of you while your face squirmed in pleasure and your mouth spilled a few moans, from time to time, with his name.

In the dream, Blaise just looked, almost as if waiting for the right moment to touch you, and it was certainly wonderful to see you in that position.

However, Zabini's brain was awakened thanks to the roar of the bathroom door being knocked by his roommate who had just entered. His eyes opened slowly, feeling a violent frustration taking over his body followed by shame of himself. In addition to, of course, having something he had to solve in the shower before class.

At breakfast, you were there, laughing with Pansy. As soon as Blaise's brown eyes hit you, an embarrassment was felt. However, this embarrassment was soon replaced by a desire and vivid memories of his dream, which made him ignore you during the following days, because the dreams did not stop. They even happened in naps during the day. It was crazy for him, his time in the bath had to increase considerably in the last few days. Blaise didn't know what else to do with himself.

Draco Malfoy

Oh, no. Draco really didn't use to be that kind of boy. He, in fact, was used to receiving this kind of report from other girls. So when, at his sleep, he found himself dreaming of you with his lips around him, this lit an alert in his mind.

You were the sister of one of your friends, that wasn't right. He could swear that he consciously never wanted you that way, but in fact, he was only in the phase of denial by Theo's constant warnings not to look at his beautiful sister that way.

He avoided you as much as possible for the rest of the day, you two didn't really use to be very close, but you were almost always in the same places.

The attempt to avoid you during the day worked, but during dinner he couldn't do the same. What made you look the most lascivious way at your mouth while you ate dessert and talked to your friend. It was then that he realized that maybe he was not as calibrated in relation to you as he imagined.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo saw you in your pajamas several times throughout your childhood, this was common among best friends. However, something seemed to have changed in you lately, he was starting to notice more about what his body looked like now. However, he thought he had stopped there, just a common physical attraction.

Good, but that's not what happened. One morning he just woke up with a big problem in his pants thanks to a dream in which you simply kissed him on his lap.

In the dream, you were wearing those very short pajamas that you loved to wear, but that Lorenzo hated because it made him look like any pervert. His body was on his lap, using the friction between the two of you to satisfy yourself in some way. His low moans muffled by his lips caused Enzo's smiles during the dream.

However, he woke up at some point with you, already dressed for class, knocking on the door of his room. His body that was hot and thirsty freezes immediately when he hears his voice calling him and he jumps out of bed in despair.

- Enzo, is everything okay? - You ask because of his delay in opening for you.

He answered anything, just to mislead you for a few hours. It was almost impossible to avoid you during the day, you surprised him, he was always with you and suddenly he was full of commitments that didn't include you.

Enzo just didn't know what to do, since whenever he saw you, he received scenes from his dream.

Mattheo Riddle

His body was beautifully folded over a table in some classroom, his hands grabbed the wood tightly while his skirt was raised and his panties were slightly dragged to the side to give him passage. Mattheo smiled as he hit his hips against his own and saw his face, pressed against the wood, writhing with the moans and sensations he gave you.

Everything was perfect, really everything. Until he simply woke up, without any interruption, his brain simply turned off the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and woke him up out of nowhere.

He opened his eyes and began to fall for himself about the dream. Why was he dreaming that about you? You didn't even talk, nor did you have friends in common besides Astoria, who was not exactly his friend, just a friend's girlfriend.

But that's okay, he did what he had to do so he didn't have to show all his tight pants and went on with his day. For him, that was unusual, but not a total astonishment. Mattheo really liked to see his body whenever he could, but he never did more than that.

Riddle's day went on normally. Girls throwing themselves at him, Draco complaining about his father, Theo agreeing and telling about his... Until you passed next to his table to yours ahead.

Coincidentally, you were wearing the skirt of that dream, the exact same skirt. All right, it was the uniform, but you were wearing that specific model, with pleats and more round and a little shorter.

Mattheo felt warm up, not with shame, but with a sudden desire. What only got worse when he realized that his dream happened in that same classroom. The class simply dragged on to Mattheo, who decided to go out in the middle of it to be able to relieve himself minimally and try to ignore you for the rest of the day, getting frustrated about the way he felt close to you from that day on.

Theodore Nott

Theodore's night had been great until he lay down, he had lost sleep and went to the Astronomy Tower to smoke, in an attempt to fall asleep again. And when he got there, he found you doing the same as him. You two talked and laughed at nonsense while smoking, something that became common over the weeks, it was something that happened coincidentally, until Theodore started going whenever you went.

He always slept better after hearing his laugh and that day was no different, he lay down and fell asleep quickly, and everything only seemed to get better when an image of him invaded his dreams: his hands leaning on Nott's chest while his breasts shook as you slid over him, his suggestive smiles and moans filled Theo's eyes, making him think he was finally in paradise for having her.

Anyway, his paradise was quickly interrupted by Mattheo's noises when leaving the dorm. Theodore was face down, but as soon as he turned around, it was visible to see his condition through the sheet itself, which made him rub his eyes in frustration, but not out of shame but out of necessity.

Theo was the kind of boy who was not ashamed of things like this, in fact, it only encouraged him to look for you, even if it meant having to deal with the insistent scenes reappearing in his mind.

Tom Riddle

You were simply stunning with your ankles hitting Tom's shoulders as he increased the pace of the beats on you. It was almost angelic for him to see you that way. The way he got lost in you in his own mind seemed like a weakness when he woke up.

Tom thought he was bewitched by you, after all, he was the one who should get into people's minds and not the other way around. So, when this happened, he was intrigued and obsessed with you. The two of you were not close, much less had already talked more than a brief question about school subjects. And that's why his obsession with you.

Even though he was a different boy, in a more focused and studious feeling than worried about girls, he can't help but perceive you in the libraries and how the dim lights contoured his body and curves perfectly. He didn't avoid you the next day, in fact, as the days went by, Tom approached you. He never ran after girls, but he seemed willing to watch you from afar whenever he could.

He felt like an idiot, futile to say the least. But he couldn't take away from himself the curiosity and the desire to see you really squirm under him.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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16. Friends come before boys

The looks between Y/N and Theodore were more intimate now, but they never occurred simultaneously, whenever in corners of the eye, disguised when the other was distracted, invisible to them, but extremely clear to who was around.

That night, the young people were quiet, in fact, tired of the activities during the day, which led Y/N to put on a comfortable summer pajamas and sit on the stone balcony that facing the sea. The wind was cold, but it was worth watching the beautiful sunset accompanied by a glass of wine and different thoughts surrounding his mind.

- It's a beautiful photo, I have to say. - Y/N finds the origin of Theodore's laughing voice approaching and sitting next to her on the flirt on the balcony. He had the polaroid between his fingers, which now had the date written back by Pansy. - I imagine it wasn't you who left it on my bed.

- Not really. - Y/N replied smiling and taking the photo that the boy had given him.

- Do you want to stay with her?

- No, Pansy gave it to you, keep her. - Theodore smiled and Y/N gave it to him again.

A slight silence began, Y/N looked back at the pink sky starting to get dark when he decides to start talking again.

- Theo... Can I confess something to you? - Y/N said slightly laughing and the boy just nodded, looking back at her, interested in what would come. - I swear it was unintentionally, I fell like a paw into Pansy's bluffs. - She began to explain herself and Theodore's face was getting more and more confused. - I kind of let it escape from having sex in the new year, I'm sorry.

Theodore's face was embelled with a wide smile and a sparkle in his eyes, his heart and mind were a whirlwind of celebrations at this point for having finally touched on the subject.

- Don't apologize for that, Y/N. - the boy reassures her and she smiles in response.

- Well, not that I regret it. - Y/N definitely got carried away, but he knew that if he didn't speak at that moment, he wouldn't say more. Theodore immediately looked into his eyes just processing what he had heard. - Do you?

- Not at all. - Nott looked at her still hypnotized by the words that came out of that mouth that he was about to kiss. - And would you do it again? - Y/N just nodded in a "yes" as he got closer to Theodore, the eyes in his mouth denounced her even before answering.

And in a thousandth of a second Y/N's heart seemed to stop with the contact of Theodore's mouth in his finally. It started as something very simple and even romantic, but both had a lot of accumulated nostalgia to hold on to each other now.

The kiss became hot and needy, Y/N's hands hung on the boy's neck, curling between his hair, while Theodore tried to bring it close, pulling his waist.

Y/N smiled during the kiss as he felt the boy's hot hand enter the blouse of his pajamas, grabbing his waist harder bringing it to his lap. Theodore lowered the kisses by the girl's jaw and neck, who sighed with the contact of his mouth on her skin and his continuous squeeze pressing her against him.

- You don't know how much I missed you, Teddy. - Y/N felt his smile against his skin, Theodore began to realize that that nickname lit something inside him, he would never hear that nickname again without remembering the way he came out of her lips.

When the eyes of the two meet, a smile appeared simultaneously on both faces, like a pause in the frenzy they felt, only two people in love looking at each other. They then kiss again, this time with Y/N going down his neck.

Merlin, she wanted that. With every kiss or small bite she left, she remembered his image earlier that day, which made her yearn even more for the body that was waiting for her under those clothes.

His smell definitely intoxicated her. Her hands go up under the fabric of his shirt, groping every inch possible for her.

Y/N hears footsteps coming from inside the house and approaching the door, and then thousandths before the person leaves, she moves away from Theodore quickly, getting up. The boy, confused, keeps holding his waist and pulling it to him.

Pansy saw the girl's quick movement to get out of Nott's lap, which made a malicious smile sprout on her face.

- Do I interrupt? - The brunette asks and they both deny it with their heads. - I just came to let you know that the pizza is ready. - Pansy refers to the friend who looks at her confused.

- Pizza? - Y/N takes Theodore's hands off his body and starts picking up the glass and bottle he had taken to the place a few hours before.

- Girls' night. - Pansy said simply, the little smile on the side still present. - Won't you say you forgot?

- No, of course not. I was already going. - Y/N disguises and Theodore sighs in a certain disappointment also getting up.

- I know. - The girl didn't give in to Y/N's lies, Parkinson had her arms crossed and, jokingly, but with a real background, she concludes. - It seemed like you were going, only to another room.

Y/N just looks at her slightly indignantly, well, she wasn't lying. Pansy only enters the house when Y/N was walking next to her, while Theodore only accompanies them.

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The girls gathered in Astoria's room, which made Y/N regret having given the idea of it just today. Not that she didn't like her friends' company, but she felt guilty that her mind was wandering in another room in the house.

Astoria told about Draco, and the fact that he was her brother didn't cheer her up much. The younger Greengrass talked about him as if he were a Greek god, and although Y/N recognized that her brother was definitely not ugly, that conversation made her slightly sick. Therefore, her mind found a way to escape from there, from time to time she closed her eyes, taking a light nap by the time, but every time she saw arrows from her recent moment with Theodore.

Merlin, she was thirsty for him. Y/N hasn't been in a relationship with anyone else since that night. It was strange to her, she never felt this way for someone and whenever she felt like it, she always had more than one boy at her disposal. Theodore was also at his disposal, more than anyone, by the way, but the situation was now different.

While Astoria wandered about the details of her previous night, Y/N napped again, completely oblivious to the conversation of her friends. The girl covered herself with the covers and fell asleep, diving deep into her beautiful dreams.

She was again outside the house, with the heat hitting her back and her legs bent over a towel stretched out on the lawn, on Nott's lap who had her mouth around her neck. Theodore's hands went up under the small white dress she wore, reaching the soft flesh of her thighs and going up to curl up in a strong squeeze on Y/N's ass. But in an instant, everything disappeared and the dim light in Astoria's room illuminated her eyes again while their laughter was perceived by her ears.

- What's so funny? - Y/N scratches his eyes and asks unpretentiously as he sits in bed.

- Didn't you hear yourself? - Well, now she's frozen, her face has already caught fire slightly, wondering what would be to come.

- You didn't happen to be dreaming of a certain boy named Teddy, were you? - Daphne asks between laughs.

- I can't believe I did that. - Y/N closes your eyes tightly when you come to yourself and you can already imagine.

- All right, Y/N. Really some things we can't control. - Pansy said jokingly, even if it was true.

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T.N. || I know I'll love you

Summary: Time has built a painful distance between you and Theodore, but the love between the two of you seems to attract you to each other like a magnet.

Warning: Just very romantic and a little sad.

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His relationship with Theodore always seemed to be the epitome of the perfect romance in the eyes of everyone around. Since childhood, your souls seemed to be intertwined, and the magic that emanated from you was palpable. Your love flourished in adolescence with the promise of a future together, fueled by the acceptance of your families and the security of a shared destiny.

But then, as if the universe had turned against the beauty of its history, Voldemort's ascension plunged Hogwarts into an inescapable darkness. The presence of the Dark Lord haunted every corner of the castle, and the shadow of his influence extended to the hearts of the children of his followers. Theodore was no exception. In charge of fulfilling Voldemort's own orders, he was assigned to follow Draco Malfoy as a bodyguard, a silent watchman of his duties.

The distance between you began to expand like a painful and irreparable fissure. Visits to your room, once so frequent, have become rare and impersonal. The stealthy exits that were once dedicated to secret encounters and suits were now only brief appearances before he disappeared again to fulfill his dark obligations. Theodore seemed to change before his eyes, his brightness, once so vibrant, slowly fading out, leaving a disconcerting emptiness in the place of love that once warmed him.

You tried everything to recover the Theodore you knew and loved, but your efforts were in vain. The moment of greatest desolation came when the black mark stamped on his forearm, a cruel symbol of his loyalty to the Dark Lord. The pain of this moment was accentuated by the distance that Theodore created between you, moving away until your encounters became non-existent and your looks in the corridors stop. You, who were once inseparable, now saw yourself as strangers in a scenario that once seemed to be your refuge.

The war does not ask for permission from lovers or families; it simply invades and wreaks havoc. For you, the war brought a painful and abrupt separation. Your parents, fearing for your safety and the emotional impact that the war was causing, decided to send you away, a desperate escape to safeguard what was left of your innocence.

Since that day, your mind and heart have never left Hogwarts. The memory of Theodore and the anguish for the loss of his old life kept his chest tight and his spirit in constant restlessness. Time has passed, and even though the news that Theodore was well was a small consolation, it was still a light in the darkness, a thread of hope that you used to try, despite all the difficulties, to move on.

With the fall of Voldemort, your family decided it was time for you to get married, and so did a few months after the devastation. Alistair Blackwood was the chosen one, a young man a few years older, who his parents considered a good match for you. He seemed to be a viable option, but your marriage to him was marked by a kind of cold cordiality, an emotional distance that you struggled to fill, but never really managed to overcome.

Alistair, despite his good intentions, could not completely hide the pain of knowing that his heart still belonged to Theodore. He realized this at a particularly painful moment: one day, when he found his diary abandoned on a table in the library of his vast mansion, he read his old words, the descriptions of the love you felt for Theodore. Every page, every word, hit him like a sharp blade, revealing a wound that he did not know existed, but that now hurt deeply. Sadness and resignation filled his eyes when he realized that, despite his attempt to build a new future, the past still maintained a cruel squeeze on his heart.

For Theodore, the world became a stage of pain and desolation after the war. Every time his eyes crossed the corridors of Hogwarts, it was a painful reminder of the absence that his presence had become. The act of pretending not to see you, of maintaining a facade of indifference while feeling a devastating loss inside, slowly corroded him. That daily act of self-sufficiency was like a constant torment, a constant reminder of what had been torn from him.

When the war reached its climax, and chaos ravaged the castle, Theodore could not avoid the emptiness that swet on him after his departure. The absence of his presence by his side, the absence of love that once illuminated his days, made him feel lost, as if he were sailing aimlessly in a sea of uncertainty and despair. Every day without you was a silent fight, a battle against the sadness that seemed to spread throughout every aspect of your life.

The news of his marriage to Alistair Blackwood was an even more devastating blow. The impact of this revelation was so strong that he could hardly deal with the reality that the future he had dreamed of next to him had been completely undone. The pain was not only emotional, but almost physical, a weight that crushed him from the inside as he struggled to maintain his composure and rebuild what was left of his family name. Theodore tried to stand firm, but the truth was that, every day, the feeling of defeat and loss seemed to deepen.

Secretly, Theodore dedicated himself to the search for you. He searched the newspapers, anxiously observing any mention of the last name Blackwood, hoping to find some clue, some indication of where you could be. Every time you read a news story, your heart beat faster, a silent hope lit up only to be crushed by the reality that you were not there. The pages of the newspapers became a reflection of his endless search, and every time he did not find his name, the discouragement deepened. Theodore felt like he was running after a ghost, desperately trying to fill the void you had left in your life.

However, his hopes grew with the arrival of a certain invitation.

Draco and Astória's wedding was a stunning event, a glimpse of the past amid the elegance of the present. The hall was magnificently decorated with white and golden flowers, and the orchestra played classic melodies that enveloped the environment with an aura of nostalgia and sophistication. The conversations were soft, and the joy of the reunion with old friends filled the air.

You felt warmly welcomed by friends you haven't seen in a long time. Pansy and Blaise were the first to approach, their expressions revealing a mixture of longing and happiness. Pansy wrapped you in an affectionate hug, while Blaise greeted you with a genuine smile. The return to that known world, even if only for one night, was a balm for your soul.

The most anticipated moment of the night, however, was about to happen without you noticing. Theodore, with a presence that seemed to fill the space around him, arrived at the party. Your gaze was immediately attracted to you, and although you did not notice your observation, Theodore saw it in a way that no one else could understand.

For Theodore, the sight of you, radiant in an elegant dress, was like a direct blow to the heart. Time seemed to stop as he watched her, and the world around him faded. His expression carried a mixture of surprise and a deep longing, a reflection of the emotions he had kept so carefully since the last time they met. The pain of separation, the weight of memories and the love he never managed to erase were now evident in his eyes.

Alistair, your husband, was attentive to the dynamics of the party and noticed the intensity with which Theodore watched you. Alistair's reaction was subtle, but noticeable. He felt a wave of restlessness when he saw Theodore's fixed gaze and the way he seemed to absorb every detail of his. It was a look that conveyed more than words could express, a connection that seemed to challenge time and distance.

As the party continued with his charming music and waltz dance, Theodore kept his gaze on you, every gesture and smile of him capturing your attention in an almost hypnotic way. In his eyes, there was a melancholic sadness, a reflection of the pain he carried for being separated from you and the desire for a connection that had never completely disappeared. He watched you interact with your friends, every laugh and gesture he shared with them evoking memories of a simpler and happier time.

Alistair noticed the growing tension and, although he tried to maintain his composure, he could not ignore the silent rivalry that seemed to hover in the air. Theodore's presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of his own feelings and the shadow that the past still cast on his present. The party, with all its joy and celebration, contrasted with the internal whirlwind that Theodore and Alistair faced, a silent battle of emotions and unresolved memories.

The wedding was in full swing, and the hall continued to be filled with the soft melody of the orchestra and the lively whispers of the guests. The brightness of the lights reflected in the eyes of those present, but nothing seemed to overshadow the subtle tension that unfolded in the air between you, Theodore and Alistair.

At one point, Alistair, with a carefully calculated gesture, approached you, with the clear intention of affirming your presence and that of your marriage. His gaze was firm and safe, and he took the initiative to position himself next to you, wrapping you in a friendly hug and talking excitedly about the details of the party. Alistair's intention was evident: he wanted to make it clear to Theodore, without words, that his place next to him was occupied.

And it worked. Theodore, who was at a reasonable distance, felt the change in the environment. When encountering his gaze occasionally with Alistair's, the sad glow in his eyes became a little colder, almost as if an invisible barrier had erected between him and the woman who still occupied such a deep place in his heart. The few moments when their eyes crossed were loaded with a palpable tension, a reflection of the pain and loss that they both carried, although in different ways.

You, oblivious to the silent battle that unfolded, continued to get involved in the conversations and hugs of reunion. The environment was full of joy and celebration, and you did the best you could to get involved in the festivity. However, the presence of Theodore and the subtlety of Alistair's behavior added a complex layer to his experience of the night, a constant reminder that, even in the midst of the celebration, the past and his unresolved emotions were always present.

As the party progressed, the feeling of a silent rivalry grew, and the moments when his eyes crossed with Theodore were loaded with a melancholy that you could not fully understand. Alistair, on the other hand, was attentive to every nuance of the situation, trying to balance the need to show his position with the silent understanding that Theodore's presence was a painful reminder for everyone involved.

The salon was charming. Shimmering lights were reflected in the crystals of the chandeliers, and the dance floor was full of elegantly dressed guests, sliding gracefully to the sound of the waltz. Among the groups of friends and acquaintances, you and Pansy met in a corner, watching the scene with a mixture of nostalgia and pleasure.

Alistair, realizing the need for a break, walked away momentarily, leaving you alone with Pansy. The lively murmur of the party filled the environment, but his gaze met that of Theodore, who approached with a silent determination and a familiar glow. Pansy, noticing the increasing tension, decided to withdraw with a quick "I'm going to get something to drink", leaving you and Theodore alone.

- Y/N! - Theodore's voice resonated with the same melody you had kept in your memory, making your heart accelerate. His feelings clashed in a whirlwind of emotions.

- Hi, Theo. - You tried to smile, but the trembling in your voice denounced your nervousness. - How are you?

- I'm fine. - Theodore paused, his eyes fixed on you with a depth that seemed to go through the years of separation. - You look beautiful, as always.

- Thank you. - Your voice came out softly, and you looked away for a moment, drowned in feelings. - And you? What have you been doing? - The question was an effort to probe your life, and perhaps your most recent feelings.

- Oh, well, I've been dedicating myself to my family's business since... since it all happened. - Theodore smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to carry the pain of a shared past.

- I understand. And have you liked it? I remember you used to say you would never do that. - You smiled gently, and the warmth of your smile warmed Theodore's chest, like a comforting memory of times gone by.

- Yes, of course. - Theodore laughed slightly. - At that time, I didn't understand the importance of some things. So, disregard some of the things I said. - Your sentence carried an emotional weight that you both understood, creating a subtle tension between you.

The conversation flowed, initially recalling the good moments of the school, bringing a brief relief to the tension. But Theodore seemed determined to reopen old wounds.

- Y/N, I know I shouldn't bring this up, but I feel like I need to apologize for the way I handled things a few years ago. I was just a boy and... - He looked away, and you interrupted him gently.

- Theodore, don't apologize. Everything is fine. I understand... - Your eyes met again, offering a comforting smile. But before the conversation could continue, Alistair reappeared by his side.

Alistair approached, putting an arm around his waist in a protective way, while his gaze fixed on Theodore. Theodore's frustration was visible, a reflection of the tension that now permeated the environment.

- Oh, Theodore, this is Alistair, my husband. Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves before. - His smile was kind, but the tension between the two men was palpable.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Theodore. - Alistair's voice was firm and controlled, as he reached out for a squeeze. Theodore responded with a polite gesture, but the coldness in his eyes could not be disguised.

- Would you like to dance, dear? - Alistair turned to you, and you nodded with a smile.

- Of course. - You answered, but before you walked away, you said: - It was great to see you again, Theo. - The nickname, combined with the sparkle in your eyes, brought a sincere smile to Theodore's face. The flame of hope in his eyes lit up, even as he watched you move away, sliding among the dancing guests, like a living memory of a love that never went out.

After that night at the wedding of Draco and Astória, the flame of passion between you and Theodore seemed more alive than ever. It was as if the brief encounter full of emotions had rekindled a feeling that, despite the years away, never completely extinguished. Theodore became increasingly determined to get closer to school friends, especially because he knew that, by attending these meetings, he would have the chance to see her again.

The cycle of dinners and meetings between long-time friends has become a new routine for Theodore. Each social event offered an opportunity for him to be close to you, to observe from afar, and to feel, even in small doses, the presence he had missed for so long. He was not the only one to seek reconnection; you also attended these events with a renewed hope, a silent desire to rediscover the one who has always occupied a special place in your heart. The atmosphere of the dinners was always vibrant, a mixture of laughter and conversations that evoked memories of the past. His presence at these events became a reflection of his desire to restore something that was lost.

With each new encounter, his heart beat in the expectation of seeing Theodore, and every time he appeared, it was as if time had stopped. There was an intensity in the air, an almost palpable electricity, which was only amplified by the way he looked at you, with a mixture of hope and repressed desire. The feeling that something significant was about to happen hovered over these encounters, an invisible thread connecting the past to the present.

Alistair, her husband, always accompanied him at these dinners. He made a point of reaffirming his presence by his side, something that Theodore observed with a mixture of resignation and hope. Alistair seemed to understand the value of these encounters and, although it was a constant support, his role also carried a certain degree of unspoken tension. Lately, Alistair was absent from some of these dinners due to his work trips, which Theodore secretly thanked. These moments of her husband's absence offered Theodore an opportunity to get a little closer, to let his words and looks insinuate what could not be said directly.

Each absence of Alistair at a dinner seemed to open a small gap for Theodore, allowing him to be closer to you, to talk more, to feel the warmth of his presence for a little longer. Although respect for your situation and the presence of your husband was always present, the underlying tension between you and Theodore continued to grow, fueling a silent hope that, perhaps one day, circumstances would change.

That cold night, while the wind whispered softly and the stars shone with a dim light, you found yourself alone on Pansy's balcony, contemplating the horizon that merged with the night sky. The distant murmur of the party inside the house was muffled by the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the whirlwind of feelings in his chest.

That's when you looked at the door and saw Theodore's silhouette protruding at the entrance. His vision made his heart accelerate instantly, as if every memory, every long-kept feeling, had been revived by his simple presence. He advanced with a soft smile, and you were slightly frightened by your unexpected arrival.

- I didn't think I would meet you here - you said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice when you saw it appear on the balcony.

Theodore smiled, a glow of longing and affection illuminating his eyes, which seemed to reflect the mystery and melancholy of the night. He positioned himself by your side, and his closeness immediately brought a sense of intimacy that you haven't felt in a long time.

- I could say the same about you - he replied, his voice loaded with a playful tone that barely disguised the depth of the feelings he struggled to contain. - You disappeared so quickly from the party that I had to come after you.

His laughter was a soft echo in the stillness of the night, a sound that seemed suspended in the air, loaded with repressed emotions. Theodore's presence was causing a whirlwind of feelings within you, and he leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, while his smile softened in a familiar warmth.

- I've always loved hearing your laugh... - Theodore murmured, the sincerity in his voice so palpable that it almost looked like a caress. You were silent, absorbing the intensity of your words, until he continued in an almost whispering tone. - I miss you, more than you can imagine.

Your heart accelerated with the unexpected confession, and you struggled to maintain your composure. The conversation quickly turned into a moment charged with an intensity that seemed to crush the space between you.

- Theodore... - you started, your hesitant voice, but with a glow of hope and vulnerability.

He took a step closer, his hand touching his in a delicate way, a gesture that sent a chill all over his body. His touch seemed to connect all the wires of a shared past, relighting a flame that you thought had been extinguished.

- I know time has passed, and the way I left you was horrible. - Theodore interrupted, his voice low and loaded with intensity. - But I never... I've never forgotten about you, Y/N.

His confession hovered in the air as a long-kept secret, the truth finally revealed. Your heart was beating out of step, and Theodore's words reverberated deep inside you. The cold and silent night seemed to have turned into a stage for a new and painful truth, and the feeling of being on the verge of something significant became almost palpable.

- You don't know how much I've looked for you since it all ended, and seeing that you moved on was devastating. - Theodore, who once seemed insecure, now gathered all the strength he had to open up to you. - But then, at the wedding, when I saw you again, everything was clear to me...

- Theodore, no... - you tried to interrupt with a low voice, the emotion mixing with the confusion.

- That night, I saw in your eyes something I couldn't ignore. I know you still feel the same, Y/N, I know you do. - Theodore insisted, his voice almost begging for a confirmation.

You took a step back, your gaze deviating as conflicting feelings disrupted your interior. The desire to be embraced by him fought against the reality of his current situation. What would come next was uncertain, but at that moment, what mattered was the sincerity of feelings and the intensity of a love that seemed to have resisted time and adversity.

- Theodore, I... - You hesitated, your words mixing with the emotional whirlwind inside you. - It's so complicated, and I don't know if I'm ready to face it now.

He took a step closer, his expression becoming even more intense. His eyes, fixed on yours, seemed to beg for an answer he knew was the truth, even if you hesitated.

- I understand it's difficult, but... - Theodore whispered, his voice loaded with urgency. - I can't stay here and pretend I don't feel it. Every moment I pass away from you, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

Your chest hurt with the sincerity of your words, and you struggled to organize your thoughts. The desire to be close to him, to relive the connection you shared, was so strong that it seemed almost irresistible. You looked at him, his visible vulnerability.

- Theodore, I feel it too... - You started, your words getting entangled with emotion. - But there are so many things at stake...

- I know - he interrupted gently, his hand wrapping yours with a delicacy that seemed to disarm all your defenses. - But, please, just allow me to be close to you, even if it's only for now. I don't want to miss this chance.

You felt his warm presence, the gentle touch of his hand, and his voice became a murmur just for the two of you. The world seemed to disappear around as the two got even closer, the space between you decreasing every second.

- Theodore... - You murmured, your voice failing, almost inaudible.

He tilted his head, his forehead almost touching his, and his eyes closed for a moment. He was so close, and you could feel his breathing mixing with yours. Time seemed to drag on, the world reducing itself to this moment of intensity.

- There is nothing more I want than to be here with you now - he whispered, his voice loaded with a deep devotion.

You closed your eyes, and Theodore's proximity made your heart accelerate even more. He hesitated for a moment, seeking permission in his gaze before slowly leaning forward. His lips found yours in a soft and tender kiss, as if he were rediscovering something that should never have been lost.

The kiss was a mixture of longing and desire, a reassessment of everything you had experienced. The repressed emotions, the pain, the love - everything merged in that contact, transforming the cold night into something warm and comforting. Every touch, every shared breath, was a reminder that, despite the years and separations, the love between you still remained intense and unchanged.

After the kiss, you slowly walked away, your hearts still racing, and a soft and sincere smile appeared on the lips of both of you. The expression on their faces was a reflection of relief and happiness, as if the world around it had bowed to allow this special moment.

Theodore looked at you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate your soul. His eyes shone with a combination of love and vulnerability, and he seemed more present than ever. He bowed a little more, his face still close to yours, and his voice, now an almost reverent whisper, filled the silence of the night.

- I love you. - Theodore murmured, his words loaded with a deep and disarming sincerity.

Your chest was filled with a mixture of joy and emotion when you heard these words, and you felt a wave of heat and comfort knowing that your feelings were equally intense and true. The confession hovered in the air between you, a testimony of love that still burned strong despite the years and separations.

Without giving time for any other words to be said, Theodore again connected his lips to his own, this time with a deeper and more urgent passion. The kiss was more intense, more full of meaning, as if it were trying to express all the love and longing accumulated during the years away. Every touch of your lips seemed like a silent promise that, despite everything, you were still destined to be together.

The intensity of the kiss seemed to transform the time and space around, making everything clearer and simpler. The outside world disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between the two of you, renewed and stronger than ever.

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A/N: Guys, I apologize for the delays in the publication and the errors during the text. I want to remind you that English is not my original language, so there will probably be mistakes☹️

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