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the devil’s command. theodore nott x reader

the story of persephone; the sweet daughter of goddess demeter who was kidnapped by hades and later became the queen of the underworld. heartbreak; (of a person) suffering from overwhelming distress; very upset.

you never trusted draco nor was he ever someone you considered to be there for until you found yourself in the same boat as him.

it was a different kind of hell. the voices in your head and the faltering of your skin, changing from its usual full of life in color to a dead variation, and the nightmares.

four days previous to your dismay, you had made the unbreakable vow to the platinum blonde boy you sat across from right in that moment.

unwillingly, your hand had been joined with his while both your families and the dark lord himself watched.

unwilling was slightly false with the willingness you had shown the moment narcissa had asked you hesitantly to join draco in the vow after the boy had revealed you knew of everything, discovering you listening in on snape and his own discussion of the dark lord.

unwilling, as you had known it was wrong the moment you had gripped draco’s forearm and he gripped yours, snape preforming the spell that slowly began to connect the two of you.

you felt your true self slip away with each ‘yes’ and ‘i do’ you mumbled. your eyes had begun to feed your cheeks silent tears to the thought of what you had gotten yourself into, what you would soon become for the purpose of he who will not be named.

the man, no, the devil who had shook your hand, welcoming you to the worst days of your life.

°•

you only thought of him. you spoke to no one, not even draco. you didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, and when you did, it was always of the dark lord who woke you back up. you wished for mercy against all things that took toll on your mind and body, but you received none.

it took theo a day to figure something wrong of you. he hadn’t seen nor heard from you the whole day and neither had the rest of your friends. it wasn’t until draco revealed you may had been in the astronomy tower did something very strange dawn upon theo.

draco didn’t care for you. he almost didn’t want anything to do with you and you yourself never really got to the warming up part of the relationship with draco. so the fact that draco knew where you were out of all other people you had a closer relationship with, was concerning.

when theo reached you, his hand gently grabbed the back of your neck as you continued to gaze out to the storm that begun to swell out all around hogwarts, your eyes then squeezing together as theo continued to rub the side of your neck with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ve been looking for you all day.”

you couldn’t bare to face him. you were screwed, knowing damn well he’d always find you no matter where you went or what you did. he was like magnet, connect at heart with you.

“what’s going on in your mind, dovie,” he dipped his head low to come closer to yours, pressing his lips close to the crest of your ear as you kept quiet, squinting at the dark clouds.

you knew if you opened your mouth it’d all spill out, everything.

“tell me what you’re thinking about, baby,” he then held your chin, tipping it to the side so you could see him better even as he was behind you.

he was playing the patient game well with his arms easing around you. he was always patient, completely understanding and upmost adoring with you, something he often got made fun of for by the rest of your group but he couldn’t care less.

“baby-“

“theo,” you turned abruptly, now facing and looking up at your concerned boyfriend. “i cant do this.”

“do what, darling,” he laid his hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as you swallowed harshly, feeling tears beginning to brim your eyes.

you loved theo. you didn’t want to hurt him. he was everything to you but you knew you had to end it with him if you were going to continue to stay alive.

“us, theo,” you almost whined, “we have to breakup.”

°•

“what’d you do to my girlfriend, malfoy?”

theo had marched into the slytherin common room, anger seeping from every pore as he had his eyes set right on draco who sat next to pansy, both lowly holding a conversation.

pansy had never seen theo so angry, his jaw clenched and eyes dark with hurt pouring from the center of his pupils. he was never one who tended to let his anger get the better of him but rather stay silent and wait for outcome. he rarely got angry at all.

but something had changed in you. you no longer had those innocent filled eyes he adored and that full happy content smile you always had on. you always had a glow to you. you were his girl, someone he always wanted to hold and protect, but something happened, something he wasn’t there for and resonated with draco.

he found that a very a valid reason to get angry.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” draco spat quietly with his palms rubbing together. he hadn’t looked up to theo who was now storming over to him, his knuckles turning white before leaning close and over the boy.

“something has happened. my happy little girlfriend is no longer happy, draco, she looks like she wants to kill herself and i have no idea why but i know you have something to do with it,” theo continued to lean over draco, his voice low and so angry that he was seething. “what the fuck did you do to her?”

“i didn’t do anything-“

“bullshit.”

pansy slowly leaned away on the black leathered couch, beginning to fear of what theo would do. he hadn’t been the only one to notice the significant difference between you and draco. she saw less of you and draco, but draco was still physically present, just mentally absent. his usual bickering had ceased and he no longer found the energy to complain or eat.

“you did something,” theo gripped his collar now, yelling and almost yanking him to his feet, “you fucking did something. what did you do? what the fuck did you do to her?”

he felt a pair of arms grip around him, pulling him away as he continued to swear and yell at draco. he repeated the question, never feeling so angry until then, thinking of your weak self, weeping, and hiccuping as you tried to break it off from him.

“theodore, let go of him!” blaise yanked and yanked after approaching the situation, hearing all the yelling from his room, but theo kept his grip, now practically screaming, drawing more attention.

“that’s my fucking girlfriend, my fucking y/n! what’d you do?”

mattheo and enzo rushed, one grabbing draco while the other grabbed theodore, trying to pry them apart from each other. and then in five seconds they had theodore on the ground, blaise pinning him still as he tried to wiggle from his grip.

“calm down, nott, calm down!”

theo continued to struggle against blaise’s grip but had then kept his mouth shut, a great amount of grief overcoming him.

“what’s going on?” lorenzo looked between everyone in the room, “huh?”

“theodore practically jumped draco,” pansy spoke fast, looking between the boys.

“he didn’t jump on me,” draco muttered, “only yanked me.”

“yeah okay, but what happened,” mattheo was already tired of their in between bullshit. he would leave if he didn’t get answers soon. “what is going on?”

“he did something to y/n,” theo whispered, now staring at the high rise dark ceilings. blaise’s gripped loosened and he begun to straighten back up slowly.

draco stayed silent as they all looked to him, his gaze falling short, now not denying theo’s claim.

“well, did you?”

draco stayed silent.

“did you?” mattheo’s voice became stern, his stare on draco harsh as they still stared at him until he finally broke.

“she made the unbreakable vow,” his elbows were on his knees as he mumbled lowly, regret immediately causing him to put his eyes on the carpeted floor.

“what’d she swear to,” theo sat up quickly, eyeing draco but he continued to advert his gaze. “what did she swear to, draco?”

it’s silent till draco inhaled sharply, “only to keep my secret.” 

blaise glanced at mattheo who shared the same look of confusion as silence once again took over them. theo didn’t want to even know as he stood slowly, running a hand across his face. he begun to walk away, to exit the common room until draco called out once more.

“i’m not the only one she made the vow with,” his voice was even lower, hesitant and he sounded as if he was about to be sick. “she joined in hand with he who will not be named, promising her life to him, promising to obey every command of his. he owns her now.”

“draco, how do you know of all this?”

“he’s a death eater now,” mattheo looked to pansy and the rest of them that surround draco, all slightly shocked with their jaws going slack and eyes lightening.

“can’t you die from saying this, draco,” pansy whispered before mattheo quickly spoke, his eyes going distant.

“it wasn’t his vow, it was theirs. he only dies if draco made one with.. he who will not be named.”

“i fucking knew it,” theo gritted his teeth, marching right back over to the boy, “you hated her so much, you just had to ruin her life right with yours.”

“i never wanted to hurt her,” draco finally stood, “she’s the one who took the vow even after i told her not to.”

“was this before or after the two of you were practically bound for life?”

“it’s not my fault.”

“you ruined her life!”

“it was her decision!”

theo felt very overwhelmed. his mind racing fast as it finally dawned upon him that you had practically sacrificed yourself to the dark lord. it pained him to think of what you were possibly going through, with him in your head every second of the day, no longer having a life.

he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make sure you knew you were safe with him. he wanted to promise you things he knew he probably couldn’t keep, what he still wanted to reassure you that you were safe with him.

but no longer could you feel safe no matter what anyone said or did.

heart like a garden. theodore nott x reader

antheia; goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes. lover; a partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage.

“do you ever think much of... me?”

you heard theo’s sweet laughter fill the previous quiet air, his head turning towards yours, stopping his shuffling movements, “what a silly question.”

you almost felt yourself frown at his answer. it not exactly fulfilling your expectations of an answer, until he lied a hand against your cheek, grazing his thumb up and down against your cheekbone, the sweetest glint in his eyes, “of course i do, love. why wouldn’t i?”

you almost poured to his admiration. a striking smile on his face while he continued to stroke your cheek, as if putting you into a spell with how easily you begun to lean into his hand full of compassion of warmth and tenderness.

“you’re my darling,” it made you melt even more, smiling to his will. you watched him lean away, removing his hand from your face, causing you to frown.

you watched him begin to pick small flowers that surrounded your greatly. the different colorations of peddles blending together full of beauty and mesmerizing softness, appealing more and more as you stared.

he begun to twirl the green stems around his fingers as well as each other, and soon enough they begun to wine together themselves, causing him to pause, his eyes completely mesmerized with the contraction before meeting your own, also slightly captivated.

“sorry,” you mumbled, but he smiled, placing the fully spun flowers, now in the form of a crown on your head.

“damn flower witch,” he shook his own head, making sure the frail yet beautiful flowers looked correctly adjusted on your head. he couldn’t help but smile lightly.

you smiled softly in return before he went back to his full height from straightening out his back. you pressed your lips against his to his surprisal. he thought he could never be so in love with someone until he met you and your pretty face.

it was a rather strange situation involving pomona sprout’s garden. he had watched you for awhile leaned over the large planter with your hands hovering above some of the neglected greens. you watched them grow tremendously, as did he silently and slightly stunned as his head craned back to watch the plants grow till they were taller than both of you combined.

“awfully pretty,” he mumbled causing you to jump, turning your back away from him fast. you tightened your loosened tie instinctively as you stared back at him still rather startled.

“awfully like you,” you had mumbled back, causing him to smile looking down to his nicely shined shoes before back up. “although your quite frightening.”

you both had laughed then.

you adored that moment just as the many other moments the two of you had shared. like the one right then. the pair of you always went on a picnic on nice sunny days where the flower were flourishing with your help. you always put on a nice dress while he wore his usual lazy attire, but you could never complain. you adored him dressed up or not.

the two of you had suddenly fallen, theo rolling to his back while you were on top of him with fits of giggles in between the two of you. your knees pressed against the thin sheet from underneath the two of you when you rolled up.

he reached his hand up to your now straddling body, his fingers grazing across your cheek causing you to smile lightly, “aren’t you darling.”

your cheeks grew red as a rose with his compliments, something he loved.

theo then flipped the two of you over. him now hovered over you with a smile on his face, teasing but gentle. his lips once against met yours as he leaned down, trapping you underneath his body as you became overwhelmed with a good sickish feeling in your stomach.

he always knew how to make you feel good. he made your heart flow with so much love and admiration you never knew you had. you always wanted to feel this way, forever, with theo.

and theo would promise you endlessly that you were his garden that he would love forever.

slater’s note: ignore how cringy that was

desert island, part one. slytherin boys x reader

summary: the gang gets trapped on an island after traveling through the floo network.

warning/s: swearing, a little mattheo x reader, NOT EDITED

slater’s note: i’ve never been a huge harry potter fan until i discovered all the fanfic and fan cast characters lmao (but i do my research)

you weren’t supposed to be there: the ministry of magic. you could feel your skin itching from how nervous you felt walking about the crowded departments. everyone rushing, everyone in a hurry, moving too fast to see one another’s face.

that fact didn’t stop you from worrying about someone seeing through your facade, all of your facades. you all had on faces of another, people none of you knew and hoped to never know after this very day.

“around the corner and we’re out,” draco mumbled quietly as the six of you were packed rather tightly together while marching down the wide hallway.

“what do we do from there?”

“the floo networks,” mattheo mumbled back, his hand tightening around your wrist as if guiding you the right way despite all five boys basically built a wall around you as you walked.

“we get there fast, we don’t look back, and we don’t speak from here on,” draco could feel polyjuice potion wearing off with every step causing his uneasiness to increase and his feet to move faster.

just as you had rounded the corner, your heart sunk upon realizing you still had a long ways to go before you’d get to the floo networks. you bit your lip, swearing lowing, but continued to march in rhythm with the rest of your friends.

“y/n,” you felt enzo’s hand go to your lower back immediately after whispering your name. he leaned close to you as the two of you continued to walk side by side. “y/n, you’re you.”

“what?”

you finally looked to him, inhaling sharply as you saw a face of a stranger slowly fade back into lorenzo’s own.

“you’re you again.”

“so are you.”

you guessed every one of your faces had finally faded normal due to the sudden loud calls reaching your way.

“y/n y/l/n!”

you felt a hand shove you forward, sending you into a run as the rest of you began to rush for the fireplaces, destined to send you off for safety.

it became overwhelming being who you were. a cursed child that everyone knew about and wished to get their hands on before the dark forces could themselves. it was like a dark cloud hovered over you everywhere you went and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you ran and ran and ran while spells shot your way, each one aiming for you and your friends. you could feel your lungs closing up as mattheo continued to push you on further and further, making sure you weren’t left behind.

he understood the looming feeling of looks received from strangers, creating a bond between the two of you; one that you didn’t have with anyone.

mattheo felt the obligation to protect you, just like all the boys.

the sights of black slick tiled fireplaces came closer and closer the more you pushed and the more mattheo pushed. draco soon disappeared, and then theo, and then blaise before it was you yourself that got swooped up into the green flames.

everything felt wrong as you seemed to have been fading from one end of your body to the other. you felt like you were going to throw up as if you were on a rollercoaster; a very loopy and wild rollercoaster.

but before you knew it, you were yourself again.

and you felt you were about to hurl.

you realized your face was pressed into sand once you finally felt conscious and apart of reality, like you had finally woken from a dream and became aware of all surroundings.

you heard birds.. or maybe not birds but rather frogs and other strange noises that was out of norm from the nature of hogwarts.

you groaned, rolling your head as the palms of your hands rubbed deeply into the rough feeling of sand, pushing yourself up to access your lane of sight. it was hard to see at first—almost as if you were trying to avoid the conclusion of where you were.

you blinked, squeezing your eyes tightly one last time before they cleared into the vision of a beach. you could finally fully feel; water kissed your toes, light wind gently caressed your back and hot cheeks as the sour sound of it begun to hurt your ears.

trees and your own friends laid scattered across the soft looking sand, coming to their own conclusions and realizations that they weren’t in the slytherin common room, like originally set. they all looked baffled, coming quickly to their feet, in search of answers.

you slowly sat on your butt, brining your knees to your chest as your loosely wrapped your arms around them. you felt strangely calm as chaos between your friends slowly begun to unfold.

“where the fuck are we?” draco looked impatient with his features in distress. it made you suppress a smile when realizing his clothes looked fairly too big for him, his figure way different from the one he took on moments ago.

“seems we’re on an island,” theodore mumbled, emptying his shoe of sand, just as concerned as you.. which wasn’t by much as you stared up at the boys in amusement.

“why the fuck are we on an island.”

“something must have went wrong.”

“well no shit.”

you begun to loosen your tie, your eyes flickering between draco and the rest of the other boys as they all begun to fall under heat. you made a sound of amusement, your chest rumbling up and down as draco’s face twisted up.

“what’s so funny?” he turned his attention to you, dipping his head slightly closer to your own. “you find this amusing?”

you looked up him, not moving as he continued to distress in your ear.

“it’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“alright, leave her alone,” mattheo took ahold of draco’s shoulder, pulling him back before he could draw any closer to your inconvenience. “it’s not her fault, we all signed up for this.”

“not a goddamn bloody island,” blaise shook his head, sinking into the sand.

“do you at least have the prophecy?”

you glanced up, meeting lorenzo’s shy and tired eyes, not wanting to fall into any arguments at the moment. you pressed your lips together before looking back down, tucking your hand within the inside of another man’s fancy coat pocket.

you slowly pulled out a glass orb swirling with teal madness, waiting for ears that would listen. your eyes stayed trained on it with such admiration; you were put into a trance.

“great,” draco snatched the orb from you quickly, causing you to get to your feet just as fast. “a stupid prophecy meant for what?”

“draco,” you glared at him, “give it to me.”

he scaled his arm away from you, falling from his anger but rather back into his usual teasing: a quirked brow playing out on his face, “no.”

“give it back, asshole.”

“or what?”

“just give it back to her, malfoy,” blaise glanced up to the two of you from his spot in the sand, he himself finished with any arguments for the day.

“yeah, give it back to her.”

“why should i? this bloody prophecy is the reason we’re here in the first place.”

mattheo rolled his eyes before yanking the orb from draco’s hands. he handed it back to you before the boy could snatch it back. mattheo was set very annoyed as he took a step in front of you, giving draco a look as if daring him to do anything.

“you’re acting like a child,” theo glanced over to draco and the rest of you from where he sat. you could tell he was also exhausted, already done. “we all agreed to help her. you did most of work anyways, malfoy.”

time settled down after that to the point where the only thing that filled the air with sound was the light crashing of the waves. your body was pressed into the sand while your cheek snuggled into the soft pile of your overcoat. you stared at the prophecy that you examined in the palm of your hand, squinting.

you were putting off from listening it. everything was telling you not to, at least not until you were with potter, but you had to know. it was supposed to be the answer to everything, the key to the end.

it was supposed to tell you who would be the one to kill the dark lord.

you or him. nobody else.

“who do you think it’ll be?” mattheo sat next to you, a cigarette in his mouth while he stared down at you. his eyes soon locked down at the ball, circulating with the mist that seemed to trapped inside. he desperately wanted to know, just as you.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, rolling to your back, handing it to the boy. he took it slowly, testing it out in the palm of his hand. he seemed hesitant with the way he held it, with the way he stared at it. he almost seemed terrified. “i don’t even know if i want to know.”

his eyes met yours. they were full like moons, content but questioning as he looked between you and the glass ball you held close to your chest now. he looked finished with speaking but his lips parted slightly, looking into your eyes fully once again.

“throw it into the water.”

“what?”

“throw it into the waves.”

you were taken aback, unintentionally tightening your grip upon the orb as best you could with the sudden feeling of swelling in your chest. you hadn’t expected those words, especially after all you had done together to obtain the prophecy. you felt a certain attachment to the glass circle despite you also wanting nothing to do with it.

“no,” you shook your head, your frown lines deepening in your cheeks as you looked up to the boy. “i made a promise to potter-“

“who cares for promises to the chosen one,” mattheo shook his head, glancing down to the prophecy. “throw it.”

mattheo caught on to the sudden confusion in your face as well as cautiousness. you were slowly backing away from him, “we didn’t just end up on this island for no reason, y/n.”

you got up, taking the prophecy with you. you had made a promise to harry potter you’d get the prophecy and bring it back to hogwarts so the both of you could listen to it, not just throw it in the ocean for no reason. even if the two of you weren’t friends, you kept your promises.

you walked away from mattheo without another word. you felt a sudden pang of betrayal and anger as you let his words sink in and you thought about it more. why did he have a sudden change of idea for the prophecy?

you slumped down next to enzo. he, like the other boys all circulated around a fire theo had made. his arms were wrapped around his knees as he only stared in a dazed manner, dozing off to somewhere that wasn’t the stupid island you were all trapped on.

he stayed silent as you still held the orb close to your chest, also becoming dazed but with unsettled feelings. you weren’t sure what to do no longer, the settled and content feeling you had when you all had first landed on the island no longer existed and was replaced by anxiety and the feeling of being trapped.

you no longer wanted to be there.

“we need to get off this goddamn island.”

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prey. theodore nott x reader

summary: theo is unsure whether or not reader loves him from how closed off she is, causing him to fall into a mix of feelings that can bring no good. 

warning/s: swearing, angst, pansy being an ass

slater’s note: n/a

theo’s eyes fixated on you from across the room, a frown stitching deeply into his cheeks as he studied you, letting his thoughts getting the better of him, once again.

your face was scrunched up showing your frown lines as you deeply studied with your fingers tapping against the desk, eager and eating up the information you read.

you were a bright girl, something theo dearly admired of you; always calculating, demanding of answers, never not thinking critically. you were smart, with a heart full of bliss and good intentions.

but never with him.

the moment you laid eyes on theo, the moment you had met him, you had felt different than you had ever before with any boy you had acquainted with. with his soft brown eyes that always held mischief and brown hair that curled when wet and even at the rarest of times, he was bound to be the death of you.

his smile was straight but also rare, and his posture held power and dominance and he loved you more than you could handle.  

and he knew it. 

theo took ahold of the seat that was placed next to you, his lips pressed into a thin line before he took a seat next to you, immediately placing his hand on the nape of your neck, rubbing it as if relieving stress built up in your posture, something he could tell that was circulating through your body as you slouched. 

you glanced over to him, giving him a soft smile, “hi, love.”

“hey,” his voice was soft and it made you melt as his hand traveled from the back of your neck to your cheek, his thumb swiping against your cheekbone repeatedly and slowly, admiration in his eyes as he studied your features.

you shied away slowly after a few minutes, feeling a strange tension build up in your stomach, making your cheeks turn red and shoulders scrunch up as you seemed to lower yourself in your shell.

and just like that, theodore’s paranoia begun to eat at him once more.

°•

“face it, theo,” pansy shrugged, circling around the chair he sat in, “she just isn’t that interested.”

“oh shut it, pansy,” lorenzo pulled the girl by her collar, sending her to the seat next to him on couch, beckoning her to shut his mouth with his annoyed frown. “you know y/n loves you.”

“sure doesn’t act like it,” draco mumbled, taking a seat across from them.

enzo scoffed, shaking his head, “you’re not helping.”

theo was prey to his anxiety and paranoia, especially when it came to you. and it seemed when he needed reassurance most, that everything was alright, his friends never really came in handy.

“he asked.”

“you don’t have to be a dickhead about it though,” blaise shook his head before looking to theo. “she loves you, mate. she just isn’t a generic girlfriend that wants to be loved up on.”

“that’s fucking weird,” pansy’s face scrunched up at blaise’s explanation causing enzo to pinch her harshly. she winced away quickly.

blaise sighed roughly, shaking his head, “stop being an ass, pansy. boys don’t appreciate it.”

she scowls.

theo sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in slight irritation and frustration. it hurt him to think, he knew something was wrong, even if you would say otherwise, there was just something very wrong and the way you reacted to his touch and affectionate words, proved his thoughts true.

he wished you wouldn’t keep it inside.

“you think i should just end it, for her sake?”

“theo, you’re just a paranoid fuck-“

“end what?”

you were paused in the doorway of the slytherin common room, your hand tightly gripping the frame before slowly making your way into the rather cold and dark room.

you felt a level of intimidation with the multiple sets of eyes set on you.

they were always unnerving to you, his friends, a lot to swallow with their big egos and large chested prides that made them hold their heads high.

everyone had the upmost respect or fear for the group. you included.

“hi, lovely,” theo reached out to you as the rest of the group slouched lowly in their seats, eyeing you, causing a feeling of uneasiness to set in your stomach.

“hi.. theo,” you sat yourself on the armrest of the large chair he sat in, angling yourself to look at him, shielding the two of you away from the rest of the group. “you alright?”

“of course,” he whispered, taking ahold of you gently and pulling you to his lap.

your cheeks turned red, resisting the urge to wiggle too much.

blaise bit his nail, taken aback by theo’s whole change in demeanor, no longe clouded with gloom but rather relaxed, melting into the chair, but blaise could see the unease in his eyes.

“alright,” blaise stood to his feet, “i’m going to the astronomy tower to…smoke some muggle dope..”

enzo got up almost immediately, linking arms with blaise before hauling pansy to her feet, giddy for a high.

“well c’mon, malfoy,” enzo looked down to the platinum blonde eagerly, “no time to waste, the weed won’t smoke itself.”

he got up reluctantly and rather slowly like his bones were full of age, finally leaving you and theo alone.

“are you alright, darling?”

“i’m okay,” theo nodded unsurely, adding a smile on hopes to convince you, but he knew better.

“theo..” you tilted your head slightly, concerned eyes swallowing him whole as he adjusted himself and his arms around you, “love, what’s bugging you?”

“y/n, dear,” he swallowed, his finger tips lightly tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “i don’t.. want you- i don’t want to bother you with my worries, that’s all, love. it’s nothing.”

he reassuringly clasped your face with his rough hand and you sighed, laying your own hands on his face, “please tell me.”

he’s hesitant, theo’s eyes reaching to the carpet layered on the floor as you studied his face intensely, dragging your fingers against his frown lines.

“y/n, i’m worried about you,” he whispers, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your skirt. “i feel like i’m trapping you into something you don’t want to be in.”

“that’s silly-“

“is it?” he practically cuts your words off with a raised brow, “you burry everything up, y/n, half the time i don’t know whether or not you even like me.”

“why haven’t you told me before?”

“you didn’t ask,” he shrugged lightly, almost with a twinge of humor. “you keep everything inside.”

“i don’t mean to,” you pressed your lips together, brushing his hair from his face. “you know i love you, theo, you know that right? i just… i’m not used to people wanting to hear what i have to say.. or how i feel..”

“just keep your heart open,” he whispered, taking your hand into his own, pressing his lips against your knuckles lightly. “otherwise i don’t want to fight it.. if you won’t.”

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cold waters, warm bodies. mattheo riddle x reader 

summary: mattheo’s always wanted a kiss from reader

warning/s: swearing and unedited

slater’s note: i tried hard to not specify the house so you could.. just.. insert your own idk but yuh it’s three in the morning, i just wanted to post this

mattheo loved girls. he wasn’t shameful about it.

and girls loved him. a perfect combination.

but you were different.

the last thing on your mind was a boy, especially one from the slytherin house with their notorious nasty attitudes and smug expressions that scared off any and all interaction from anyone that wasn’t a pretty girl or apart of their own house. 

and even as infamous as they were for their snide smiles and harsh comments, they also knew how to throw killer parties that left you hungover and out of your wits for days on after. 

those slytherin parties were the only time when small percentages of outside houses were accepted into the green and dark common room for a night of fun.. fun that always went unspoken once everyone took a step out of that dark and haunting room until the next function was thrown together. 

mattheo always made sure you were there, especially after seeing you stripped down to your underwear for a midnight trip to the black lake where him, blaise, and enzo planned and played out a night of skinny dipping for a couple of gryffindor girls, including you, who just so happened to be brought along by a friend of yours. 

your eyes had shone bright beneath the moon light as you stared out upon the lake before pulling off your sweatshirt, amazed by such a sight and feeling a sudden bravery beneath the darkness of night, allowing only the small light of the stars to touch and dot your skin and the half crescent moon put light to your most admirable features. 

mattheo had watched you silently, pressing his lips into a thin line before rubbing them together, watching the others follow your lead with equally giddy smiles and expressions, all eager to be consumed by the sensation of cold water with another. 

your body had hit the water first, not necessarily caring to keep the atmosphere quiet like it should have been, but rather embracing the sudden rush that ate away at the core of your stomach in excitement. a rush that made you dizzy and kept the corner of you mouth up in a bright smile. 

you remembered that feeling well and you remembered him. although the night at loch shiel was not when you had formally met him but rather at the infamous slytherin party where his hand met your face minutes before you had pulled away with a knowing smile on your face, almost telling him he should know better. 

it was fun for him, the first couple of times anyways. 

he ate up the little moments where you would allow his small touches of affection. the touches that caused the reddening in your cheeks and would get the better of you. you would have then looked away. away from him and he’d bite away a smirk before leaving you to yourself. 

it was the fourth event of another skimpy slytherin adventure that lead him to your door with his arms wrapped around two other girls of your house, all snug and tight with a smirk on his face. and of course blaise, carrying out the introduction and plan to raid the forbidden forest with a couple of bottles of fire whiskey. 

and of course you agreed after pulling on enzo’s green quidditch sweater to mattheo’s irritation, the sweater playing into a small amount of payback due to no hard feelings being shared. 

a lie.

that was the night he had gotten the closest to you. with the dark swallowing you all whole and the fear of being eaten by a abnormally large spider consuming most of your bravery and ability to move as fast as blaise was; it all somehow push and pressed mattheo, who had cleared himself of the two other girls, and you together. his arm tightly wrapped around you waist with delight, keeping the two of you close. 

you couldn’t help but press your head against his chest as he guided you through the dark dirt paths to wherever blaise was leading you all with five shots of fire whisky down and warming his stomach for bravery. his laughs and snickers guiding you all the way through. 

mattheo wasn’t afraid. it was very obvious he wasn’t by the way he lowly laughed at every jump and flinch that coursed itself through your body from every sound and movement that you thought you saw or heard. 

“you’re only seeing things, sweetheart.”

but he only wished you would ignore his words, finding delight in the way you pressed yourself closer to him and allowed your fingers to grip his sweater in hopes it’d protect you from whatever swarmed around you. he felt warmer that way, and he was sure you did as well with the way your shivers decreased with fear and movement closer to him. 

he had hoped by the end of the night your lips would be on his and he would finally have your body pressed against his closer than the two of you were in the forest, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey. 

but to his dismay, you had denied him once more, only allowing his thumb to drag across your bottom lip teasingly but disappointingly, mumbling, “burn that sweater.”

something that made you smile and something that almost made you open your door wider to welcome him in. 

*

“you goin’ to the party tonight?”

you flinched lightly to see blaise’s face close to yours, whispering lowly and close to your ear. you frown for a minute, allowing your recognition to kick in before you smiled lightly, watching him slide into the seat next to you. 

you hummed, pressing your lips together, “depends whether or not you’ll play the songs i’ve been requesting since the very first slytherin party of yours.” 

“can’t help but your music taste is trash, love,” he shrugged plainly before you smacked his chest lightly with a bright smile on your face. he laughed in return with you before adjusting his posture back up, turning serious. “you have to come.”

“maybe,” you still smiled as you looked at him cautiously with your book pressed against your chest. 

you examined him, unsurely, knowing there was something else he wasn’t saying. 

“don’t be like that,” he shook his head, “it’s the last party of the year, we have to go out harder than all the others and you have to be there.” 

you giggled, shaking your head at his silly words, “like i said,” you stood, nodding slightly to him, “i’ll think about it.”

*

you showed up. and you found yourself in the same predicament as always.

you were familiar with his brown eyes as much as you were with his attitude and habits.

he stood over you with his usual thin pressed smirk, holding a red solo cup tightly while looking down to you on your position on the black leather couch that was shoved further from the center of the room. 

it had taken him a little longer than usual to find you and you had guessed it was due to him having his lips on a ravenclaw for most of the party. 

they were still red too. you guessed it was either from smeared on lipstick or due to her pressing so hard up against him that it bruised him a bit. 

you shook your head a little up at him but still smiled at how ridiculous he was, “almost hadn’t recognized you without that neck piece you had on most of the party.” 

a small smiled curved his cheeks as he looked at his shoes before back up to you and your low position, “she didn’t exactly fit me,” he mumbled before taking a seat next to you, his body so close and radiating off heat from the sweater he wore. 

your thumb grazed the corner of his mouth, trying your best to wipe away the red lipstick that soon begun to annoy you despite you still finding humor in it. you could feel his lips twitch beneath your light touch, mattheo’s eyes staring at your face, eating away at how your eyes gleamed beneath this low lighting. 

“you gonna let me kiss you tonight, y/l/n, or are we leaving that another thing for next year?” 

his words made you stop and drop your hand, slightly squinting at him, “depends if you ask nice enough.” 

he shook his head and you could tell you were driving him crazy from how you continued to play out and away from him, “are you scared?”

“why would i be?”

“because,” he mumbled but didn’t continue on with his sentence. he instead continued to study your face before twitching his line of sight to your lips, making your stomach tighten and eyes fall from an amused state, but rather a nervous one. 

you wanted to kiss him. 

and he knew it. 

you had finally cracked. and without asking nicely he had his lips against yours, pressing almost as hard as that ravenclaw girl with his hand holding the back of your neck while the other held your cheek. 

you could feel her lipstick press against your lipgloss, something that you had to swallow down and only ignore for you were eager. you weren’t sure for what but it had to be for him with how quickly you had leaned against him and thrown your arms around his neck, hoping to feel warmer and blissful and just as excited as you had felt when jumping into the cold waters of loch shiel, but it was nothing such. 

his body was warm and somehow the burning taste of alcohol that resonated from his mouth only made you hotter, starting from the insides and flowing out till you felt as if you needed to strip. 

his hold kept you stable and he only wanted to hold you harder, dig his fingers deeper into your skin in reassurance you wouldn’t disappear or melt away like he had half expected you to do, but you stayed, pressing your warm body against his. 

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what are friends for.

pairings. theodore nott x slytherin!fem!reader, small lorenzo berkshire x slytherin!fem!reader

about. blaise and enzo know theo is in denial about his feelings for reader, so they give him.. a little push

warnings. gif not mine, swearing, underage drinking,

ricky rocks. 4 my theo fans

the slytherin common room was kept nice and quiet aside from a dying fire being the only distinct sound. the full moon peaking through the dark green drapes that hung from the high ceilings was the only thing illuminating the naturally dark room and black furniture that was nicely kept for how old it was— and with that, soft moonlight shone on the side of theo’s face.

his features were calm and relaxed as he was pressed into one of the two couches with his arm draped over the top of his head while the other laid limp aside him. he looked much younger, as if no worries or sorrows ever crossed his mind or harmed his body.

you smiled softly to yourself at his loosen state. your hand lightly and hesitantly laid upon his shoulder while the other slightly swooped his long growing curls from his forehead to prevent them from drooping too low to his eyes.

“theo,” you shook him once and he woke, “you fell asleep on the couch again.”

he didn’t seem surprised as he adjusted himself to sit up, inhaling sharply as if catching his breath and coming to realization of the reality that surrounded him. your hands fell from him and sat back in your lap as he scoped you out, staying silent and no longer looking so young with his stress lines filling back into his face.

he felt hot and he looked around for a moment before looking back to you, it made your stomach flip and you felt intimidated as he sat himself up and got to his feet while he begun to loosen his tie even more than it already was.

“go to bed,” he voice was rough and his eyes didn’t meet yours but instead the previous fire that was now crackling embers. his eyes struck yours one more time before he moved toward the stairs, “it’s late.”

°•

“you’re rather strange, theo ole’ boy,” blaise had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, his homework sat in his lap, waiting to be completed as the boy looked up and across him where theo sat, content with his own work running though his mind. “i mean.. very-”

“get to the point,” he didn’t bother looking up as he bit his thumb, going over his answer before moving on to the next one.

“i mean you had a pretty girl wake you up from the couch for the past few nights and you haven’t made one single move,” blaise tsks with a slight head shake, “how have you not got on that?”

still, not bothering to look up, theo mumbles while changing pages, “why would i?”

“your feelings are very obvious, mate.”

he now looks up, almost making it obvious he was caught off guard but he only pressed his lips into a thin line, diverting his eyes back to his homework, “no.”

“no?”

“what are you two on about now?”

blaise’s head tilted back to see enzo sauntering over to a seat, “nothing, just theo denying his feelings about dear y/n.”

enzo coughed a laugh, “really?”

blaise hummed.

“you’re quite silly, theo. that girl adores you, which i’m not sure why,” enzo shrugged, his arms lining the armrests of the chair. “if you don’t make a move, someone else will.”

typically theo would never listen to a word lorenzo said. the boy always had something to say about everything and most typically if it came out of his mouth, it probably wasn’t true. but when it came to you, theo had a hard time sorting out what was true and what wasn’t no matter what mouth the assertion came from.

“whatever,” he shrugged continuing to write down formulas for his potions class. “if you want to, why don’t you just say so.”

blaise’s eyes crossed to enzo fast before crossing back to theo, both their jaws falling slack to the realization of what he had foolishly said. mischief already pierced enzo’s hazel eyes as a snide smile picked his lips up, “if you say so, theo ole’ boy.”

**

“well, well, well, if it isn’t the slytherin princess herself,” george weasley crossed his arms with a dashing smirk on his face as you dipped into the entrance of the gryffindor common room with a group of your friends. the tall red head shifted to the side, jerking his thumb in your direction. “check this out fred, royalty itself decided to bless us with its presence.”

you smirked up to the boy with your hands pinned behind your back, shifting from side to side in amusement as fred’s face overcame with an astonished expression, eyes going wide like full moons and mouth dropping to convey his shock even better. “oh what a blessed day. this party is already off to a great start.”

“i was thinking the exact same thing,” the boys shared stares with amused smiles before looking back down to you where you smiled, always finding enjoyment to their taunt.

“anything for my favorite gryffindorks,” you extended your hand out to lay on both their shoulders before turning around, finally allowing yourself to immerse within the chaos of the party.

red and yellow lights flooded the large room, but theo could still see you so clearly smiling so broadly up at the weasley twins. you were always scolded and teased hard by the group for being friends with them, but no one ever said a word when a week rounded around to a party hosted by the rivalry house. it was very obvious you were the only reason they were invited.

theo’s jaw tightened as he tried to shift his vision from you but he couldn’t. he knew what would happen tonight and the encounter with the mischievous red headed boys were the least of his problems. enzo made it very obvious what his intentions were with seven words and theo was all at fault for it. blaise made sure he knew it the moment it was just the two of them by slapping the back of his head with a piece of newspaper and whispering lowly in a harsh tone about how you should never challenge a person who’s always scouting for an opposition.

“what are you saying?” theo had frowned, rubbing the back of his head as they continued to walk the dark halls of hogwarts.

“i’m talking about lorenzo you fool. that twit has been looking for an opening with y/n for weeks and you just gave him one,” blaise huffed, clearly more worked up than theo which was sending him deeper into frustration as the dull light of theo’s eyes stayed just as they always did—he was at least hoping for a bit of gleam, but theo’s face stayed blank. “look, if you want that girl, you better make a move and fast before enzo’s dreamy eyes and lips get to her first.”

he hated how right blaise was. he always was.

the thing was, theo wasn’t fully aware of his feelings until he saw enzo slowly ease up on you by laying a hand on the very top of your back before sliding it down slowly to the point where to was almost touching your butt. it made theo scoff with a shake of his head before getting to his feet. he would pick you over anyone in the group any day. you were the one he sat by on the train. you were the one he walked with when the group made impulsive decisions to invade to forbidden forest. you were the one he sat by at all meals of the day.

you stayed at the top of his list and he hadn’t really realized why until now.

“who are we looking at?”

theo glanced up to see hermione smile at him softly before falling back into the seat next to him. she leaned slightly closer to theo to see where his line of sight was while she took a sip of the red punch in her glass. she smiled once her eyes landed on you before looking up to theo who was already looking down on her blankly.

she didn’t say anything and he didn’t either. she swallowed more of her drink before reaching it up close to his face. he hesitantly took it, still looking down at hermione who must have had more than fruit punch in her system.

“liquid courage, theo,” she nodded, leaning further into the couch, “you’re going to need it.”

he shook his head but drank the spiked punch, “does everyone know?”

“no,” she hummed, staring at you as you did shots with enzo knitted to your hip. “but i am your best friend aren’t i?”

he shook his head, “i don’t have a best friend.”

“mh, that hurts.”

he grunted in reply.

“listen, nott,” she slapped his chest, her voice calm and words almost slurred, “if you don’t kiss her tonight, someone else will and it’s not neville.”

he looked over to her, his eyebrows knitted but she got up fast before he could say anything. she wasn’t wrong; neville would piss his pants if you even looked in his direction.

°•

he hadn’t moved from that couch all night and it was killing blaise as his eyes had constantly switched between you and enzo to theo… who was also watching you and enzo.

“you’re sulking, mate,” blaise confronted him, disappointment laced in his voice. “you’re practically asking for him to make a move by staring, he loves an audience.”

“he won’t make a move.”

“i wouldn’t be so sure,” blaise glanced over his shoulder to see enzo’s hand lightly holding your chin, his face close too close to yours for it not to be considered a move. “theo-”

theo was on his feet immediately with his mind spinning fast. he found enzo’s move uncalled for even as it was expected and well.. fair—theo was a bit out of sorts due to the multiple drinks that had made their way in his direction and for the past two hours he had been sitting in his own anger and frustration. he wasn’t trying to be subtle as he bumped into multiple people without a second thought and he practically shoved enzo to the ground once the two of you were at arms length.

“you shouldn’t kiss that sleezebag.”

you could see enzo recover quickly from the corner of your eye, a smirk on his face as he shifted away faster than you could process with a drink in his hand. he made his way to where blaise stood with a smirk of his own before sliding hands with enzo.

mission accomplished.

theo was too busy staring at you to have notice. your lips slightly twitched upward before looking up to theo’s tall leaning figure, “oh yeah?”

“yeah,” he licked his lips fast, “he doesn’t care about you.”

“and you do?”

“yes.”

you were taken aback as you shifted slightly backwards on the balls of your feet. your jaw went slightly slack before he leaned further down, pressing his lips against yours while his hand held the side of your face.

he was hot and you suddenly wanted to drop all of your close with how fast you had warmed up with just the slightest touch of his hand on your cheek and his lips on yours. but you still wanted him close, closer, just so you could feel the heat of his body better. you thought your chest was going to explode from how hard your heart was pounding.

theo swore he was dreaming and you’d wake him from the couch in seconds. he pulled away making sure you weren’t a blurry version of your face that he always saw in his sleep, but you were clear as day, breathless with dark and hopeful eyes that he longed to see.

“maybe it’s a good time to tell you i don’t want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

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ferrari.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. you and mattheo have a relationship that runs on hypocrisy and toxicity.

warnings. swearing, uh

ricky rocks. this is one of my favorite neighbourhood songs. this is also everywhere, forgive meee

there were days where you swore he hated you.

and you almost weren’t far off if weren’t for how much he actually loved you, for how much he’d do for you.

“everything i fucking do, you have something to say about! you’re a fucking hypocrite, mattheo!”

“don’t you fucking start, y/n,” mattheo would spat back.

ever since the two of you had gotten together you had rarely ever opened your mouth anymore, finding yourself more observant since if you did speak, you’d most likely get yourself in trouble. and it didn’t help the pansy was always on your ass; like a little voice in the back of your head, keeping you in check and just waiting for you to slip up so she could go running to mattheo. but even without her, everything you did, mattheo still had something to say about it. and most of the time, it wasn’t good.

you’d lose your mind some days, not even wanting to get out of bed if fear of the public humiliation he’d place on your shoulders in front of everyone. it was as if he found pride and enjoyment within your embarrassment, eating it up when your cheeks would burn and your tall posture would slowly shorten, and when your eyes would stray from the bright color they always synced up in, falling into an abyss of a dull color, almost as if you had become an old burnt out lightbulb.

it was toxic, sure, but you both had your moments.

you loved it when he’d wake you from the common room couch, beckoning for you to move over just so he could fit in right next to you, drowning you in his sweater clothed arms, smelling of his cologne and whiskey and cigarettes. he’d rest his chin or cheek on the top of your head, wishing you off to sleep, protecting you from bad dreams that would wander through your head.

you loved how he’d call you ‘love’ and how he’d slow dance with you when it was dark and the only thing that kept the common room at light was the dying fire and sometimes the low glowing moon. he was always warm and always kept you close. he wanted to feel you, whether that was tugging a strand of your hair, pinching your cheeks, holding you, kissing your hand, anything, just to know you were right there.

but those moments and feelings only lasted for so long.

you could hear their snickering before you could even see their faces. you walked down the isles of the great hall toward your group of friends who were already live and bustling as they ate their food and talked their mischief with a somewhat low tone; something you knew you had to worry about.

“awh, the beast has finally been awoken,” you would have taken blaise’s words with a laugh if it weren’t for how wide his eyes were and the fact that they didn’t meet yours, but rather the boys around him, almost as if warning them to call off all their talking.

it caused you to pause and slow your pace, a skeptical look on your face as you gave him a confused look, but mattheo wasted no time as he turned slightly, “love,” extending his right arm out, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you in closer, “sit down, please.”

you did.

he pulled a plate in front of you, tipping his head, motioning for you to eat.

you did.

“you guys planning on going to the ravenclaw party tonight?” draco subtly started the conversation up again as he reached across the table for a slab of butter, his shoulders were tense even though he was trying to relax them, but he was trying too hard.

you watched them cautiously as you filled your plate with breakfast food, your eyes moving from person to person slowly. mattheo watched you. everything seemed so tense no matter how hard they tried to play off whatever had happened seconds before you got there.

“depends on whether or not mattheo can control himself this time.”

there was a shift at the sound of pansy’s words; eyes wide, low squeaks of surprisal, all their bodies moving like waves as they seem to lean away, from what? you weren’t sure. but now, they all looked at you, didn’t look at you, looked at you.

you turned your head to face mattheo who had his jaw clenched, glaring at pansy who only smiled back.

“what?”

“oh nothing,” pansy shrugged, “it’s just i got stuck on mattheo duty since you were sick and once he has a little fire whiskey in him.. well you know,” her face scrunched, still slightly smiling, “can’t keep track..”

“.. track of what,” you couldn’t even think.

“oh, you know.”

oh you know… you know exactly.

your eyes searched each of the boys, but now they really weren’t looking.

“no, i don’t,” you shook your head slightly before turning back to mattheo who still didn’t look at you. “what is she saying?”

it’s silent and tense and they only thing you can really hear is your heartbeat.

“for fuck sake,” blaise broke his silence, extending out his long arm, “tell the poor girl.”

silence.

“alright,” you pursed your lips into a thin line, laying your hands on the soft wood of the dining table, thinking before pushing yourself up onto your feet, walking away. the familiar feeling of your chest tightening and head pounding begun to overwhelm you, only it felt worse as you slowly came to conclusion of what happened at that ravenclaw party that you had no idea mattheo even went to.

“y/n,” you could hear his voice call after you, his fucking voice increasing in volume as you continued to rush down the hall. “love, stop for a moment,” he rushed now, his hand reaching for yours. “you don’t even know what happened,” he was now pressed against your side, pushing you into the bathroom that was conveniently right around the corner. you didn’t even stop him, the past two weeks you could just feel this argument building up and you couldn’t stop it now.

“you don’t have to tell me, for me to know what happened. it is always the same thing,” you pushed his hands off, backing away deeper into the washroom, “you get drunk, you kiss another girl, and i am left in the dust looking like a fool once again.”

“why the fuck would you say that?”

“why do you think, i’m not fucking dumb.”

he no longer reached for you with his long arms that always made you feel loved and safe but stung at the same time. his mood flipped like a switch as he stared at you with eyes suddenly full of exasperation. he couldn’t baby you anymore, make you feel better, he was tired of your distressed-havoc eyes, making him feel bad. “it’s not like you want anything to do with me anyways-”

“what?” your chest puffed up like a ballon as your posture straightened back up, completely disregarding the distraught you had been feeling seconds ago. “that is bullshit mattheo. i was fucking sick that whole week, so i’m sorry if i didn’t kiss you a little extra or give you fucking head because i was being a little more considerate of myself.”

“don’t fucking be like that.”

“like what?”

“you make me sound like i’m some asshole of a boyfriend-”

“because you are! you make me feel like an idiot mattheo, because some days i don’t even think you give a fuck about me and then others i can’t even say a fucking say a word without you condemning me. and then you go kiss another girl?”

his eyes.

they were so dark and he didn’t say anything, it made you want to expolode. he was holding it back, whatever it was he had to say, he was biting his tongue with the clench of his jaw, holding it back because he knew it’d only make things worse but why not just say it?

“don’t look at me like that,” you winced, your head tipping as you couldn’t look away from the hate whirling through his eyes no matter how much you wanted to.

the silence didn’t help. you were going to start letting it all out if he didn’t say anything and from what it looked like, the two of you were holding a staring contest and he wasn’t going to lose.

you shifted on your feet, ready to walk out the door, “i can’t even fucking do this with you because all it fucking is-“

“all it fucking is what? what, y/n, what is it like with me, huh? tell me,” his face was closer than ever now and he had you backed against the wall. his eyes boaring into yours with aggression as he let the silence settle before continuing, challenging you to say something; to finish your sentence. he grabbed your chin roughly, grasping it so tight your cheeks begun to burn as the feeling of embarrassment begun to consume you. “i goddamn dare you to say something bad about me. i fucking dare you.”

you clenched your jaw, gritting your teeth as you felt an intense amount of pressure on your chest. everything burned and a lump formed in your throat from the sound of his voice ringing through the bathroom.

“i don’t want to hear a word from your mouth about how shitty of a fucking boyfriend i am. about how i don’t give a shit about you when i would give you the whole fucking world if i could,” his fist slammed against the wall as he said ‘world’, as if he was preventing himself from hurting you. he would never, he couldn’t imagine, but something times it got hard and his mind would just go blank and wander...

he analyzed the wideness of your eyes, fear soaking them to the point he could feel it. he cursed himself, now lowering his voice to a whisper and more sympathetic tone. “i would do anything for you. understand that?”

you wanted to cry.

his mind was a storm and you could see it right through his eyes.

“i wouldn’t ever imagine hurting you,” his voice had a lace of shake in it as his eyes stared hard into yours, “i love you and your scars and your pain and your words,” he took your hand, slowly pressing it against his chest, as if not wanting to scare you away. “you own me.”

he took your silence as answer of its own. he softly placed his hands on both sides of your face, thumbs stroking your cheek, wanting to calm you down. but he didn’t stay long, leaving you to yourself where you buried your face in your hands, only thinking of what blaise had said long ago, something you could never get out of your head.

“sometimes y/n,” he had paused, unsure whether or not he should have said it, “it seems like you and mattheo are only made to break each others hearts more than anything else.”

you didn’t want to believe it then, and you still didn’t want to now, but the more time passed and the more arguments staked up like files, it seemed to be reality.

“you two are so far from each other, it’s like you are oceans apart and nothing seems possible to bring you two closer together.”

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my boyfriend doesn’t love me. slytherin boys x reader

summary : in which draco can no longer keep the secret of cheating on you, revealing it to his slytherin friends causing a whirlwind of anger

warning/s : swearing, credits to a tiktok i saw, lorenzo is nicknamed len, cat fight

slater’s note : i always forget to finish this

the slytherin common room was warm and dimly lit with the small chatter between blaise and enzo filling the calm air. a nice, quiet background noise to ease you deeper into your studying, despite you longing to join their light laughs and conversations.

you tucked a strand behind your ear as your eyes continued to scan the small and long paragraphed words beginning to dance across the page with how tired your eyes began to get- and how they began to sting.

you blinked a couple times before wrenching your wrist under your eyesight, scanning the minute and hour hand. it made you blink back in surprisal, a feeling of grief filling your chest like a glass of water with the realization of it being three in the morning.. meaning you wouldn’t be getting much sleep.

“i’m going to bed,” you mumbled hesitatingly, stretching your back out as you stood from the floor and before your six friends, all preoccupied in their own activities and thoughts.

“already?”

“it’s five past three, len,” you gave the brunette boy who seised his conversation with blaise a sheepish look, before shifting over to draco who sat in a desperate chair, pressing your lips against his pale cheek, “goodnight love.”

he hummed, seeming to grip the arms of the chair tighter when you had gotten closer, almost dreading and tensing at your touch and presence full of love for him. mattheo quirked a brow, picking up on body language unlike the rest of your friends, causing a feelings of confusion and amusing concern to enter his chest.

“i’ll see you all in the morning,” you nodded off, heading to the path of your room while the rest of them all hummed their goodbyes and good nights quietly.

draco watched you up until you reached the staircase, his eyes then traveling to back to where they were before; the faded out patterned carpet. mattheo’s eyes stayed on him, watching and analyzing, trying to guess what he was thinking about.

usually draco would have followed right behind you after a couple of minutes, biding his own good nights, but ten minutes had past and he had stayed in the exact same position.

“i need to say something,” draco mumbled, adjusting himself up in the black leather chair to a straight posture. his abrupt movement had caused a chain reaction of sudden adjustments and looks of curiosity.

it’s silent then again, his eyes still on the carpet before pansy called for him to speak out.

“i fucked astoria over the summer,” he mumbled, his ringed fingers pressed against his forehead as he thought in shame and spoke unemotionally. “multiple times.”

it’s silent and definitely none were expecting those words, especially enzo who’s eyebrows raised and then once more lowered, allowing anger to overcome him, “i’m going to kill you.”

most eyes staggered to lorenzo, his words so sudden and almost seemingly in an unfit tone that made pansy cringe and clench her jaw with how stern and hard they were.

it’s silent again until:

“what’d you say to me?”

draco hadn’t seemed to process it until then, his head turning slightly and finally looking away from the carpet, now to lorenzo who already stared back.

“i’m going to fucking kill you, asshole,” he looked as if he was about to fly from the leather black couch. his knuckles tightened and jaw clenched up to the point his jaw was shaping his skin sharply.

no one had ever seen enzo so angry. sure, he was easily upset, especially when drunk, but never had either of the five of them seen him so angry.

“you cheated on her?” theo breathed out, putting out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the stool beside the couch. he suppressed his own anger. still very unsure of it and whether or not if he should have been so concerned. “you’re telling me.. you cheated on the very lovely girl waiting for you upstairs that is willing to give you everything with the drop of a hand.”

he was trying to reason it to himself. trying to understand it the best he could and if he was hearing draco right. theo’s statement had made the rest of them think through the whole thing more deeply, now fully processing.

“you’re an asshole,” mattheo laughed inappropriately, shaking his head with a cigarette in his mouth. he had never wanted to choke the fuck out of a person so much more than then.

“how could you do this, how could you fucking do this,” enzo had always adored you. it was a different kind of love that he only found he could sum up for a sister. he felt obligated to protect you, kiss your boo-boos, and he was sure all the other boys felt that same way until this moment, seemingly proving otherwise with him the only one showing his concern and anger.

“it just happened. it didn’t mean anything.”

“oh?” theo nodded his head, as if understanding. but really, he didn’t.

he himself, like enzo, loved you. he just didn’t know how to show it with the missing piece in his brain, never had learned to show affection for a lover or a friend. he would rather observe, and watch, and share small, educated advice made specifically for you, and only you. he had never known a female friend so well, or rather any female at all. not even pansy, he had never found any relation to her snobbish attitude even though he was rather similar to her in that way.

“it was truly an accident,” draco felt pressured to explain himself due to the silence and harsh stares filling his vision. “i love y/n. i love her. i would never try to hurt her.”

“well you did. you’re going to,” mattheo hummed, shaking his head. he had never expected draco to cheat on you. the same draco who had practically made every one of them swear to never make a move on you, the same draco who filled your room with flowers from floor to ceiling after the first date, the same draco who had gave you a promise ring after your one year anniversary. “and you’re a goddamn fool for doing so.”

“listen,” draco extended his arm in the direction of mattheo who sat far right across from him. his tone became hard and his eyes crinkled as mattheo’s short, but insolent words hit his heart. “i don’t need to be lectured by the unfaithful himself, alright? i don’t need to be lectured by any of you, i just had to say it.” 

“i’m not in a relationship, mate,” mattheo grinned like a sick dog while taking a hit of his cigarette. “can’t be unfaithful if i don’t have a girlfriend. you.. on the other hand.”

“fuck you.” 

“you are fucked, pal,” blaise shook his head, “you’re gonna tell her, right?”

“fuck, why would i?” 

a look of astonishment crossed all of their faces as they stared at draco, not understanding his word at all. 

“how could you not?” pansy stared at him wide eyed, “you drop that bomb on us and then expect everything to continue on like normal? fuck that draco, i’ll tell her myself.” 

“fuck you won’t,” he gets to his feet fast just as she does, “sit down, parkinson.” 

“suck my dick, malfoy,” she shoves him out of the way just as he grabs onto her arms, practically throwing her into the chair mattheo sat in; who caught her the best he could without inflicting pain on either one of them. “fuck is your problem?” 

she gets to her feet fast again, now prepared to sock him the face, “grow up, draco. learn to deal with the consequences of your actions.” she takes two steps and he once again is on her, gripping her arm so tight to the point she makes a sounds of anguish. 

“alight, enough,” mattheo pushes him back once to his own feet. “step down, draco. we both know you won’t do anything.”

“oh really?” “really,” he nods, his eyes going hard before looking behind draco to your figure that stood on the staircase, “especially if you want to help your case in front of her.” 

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athena, my lover. theodore nott x named!gryffindor!reader

athena; the goddess of wisdom, warfare, handicrafts, mathematics, and courage, among others. jealousy; in a way that shows an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages.

theodore nott had never seen someone like athena. with your pretty face and aggressive yet calm nature, and emotionless features, he could never dream up such a pretty painting of a girl. piercing eyes full of nothing, not even a single hint as to what you were thinking about or who you were. there was something so perplexing about you that he just couldn't get you out of your head.

that’s what made him desperate. starting with the fact that he felt he could always read a person perfectly straight through a glimpse of their eyes and body language, but never you.

the eyes were the window to the soul.

just not yours.

another thing was, he felt girls were easy. 

he never met for that to sound so unkind, but it was true. with the millions of girls he seemed to have been with, their emotions practically poured from their eyes, begging for a stranger to come in and seek their true self and feelings. they were all the same, they all wanted the same thing no matter the shell they were wrapped up in.

they ate it up, anything he did and theo himself ate it up when girls seemed to simply rely on him after one single moment of sharing relation. they fell in love so easily, became attached, infatuated, adored, and even seemed to be fooled with any single moment of touch. 

this wasn't the case for you. 

you never cared for boys but rather studies and competitions that proved you to be superior and advance over all your other classmates. you did it shamelessly, never looking for the approval of anyone but your own parents despite their attendance lacking at every move you made at hogwarts. 

you never cared for anyones opinion, it was very obvious and sometimes hurt others such as friends and even eager boys that were really rather interested in you. 

this included theo. 

blaise always and continued to scold theo for being a fool for falling for someone like you. despite the two of you being in two completely different housing, houses that were made to hate each other, blaise and yourself got along rather well. quidditch being the main reason for the bond. 

the two of you strived to compete and be better than the other due to it just being apart of each of your natures. that being said, the quidditch game set for that day was in a whirlwind of aggressiveness.

the day rained grey with clouded skies. the weather was sickening and swallowed around hogwarts whole but still, the quidditch game had to go on leading to many injured, like one would expect, and drenched clothing that smelled of sweat and earthy gross. 

your hair was soaked and you swore you had pulled out your shoulder from it’s socket but ignored the pain as you flew from the field. the pain made you clench your jaw but you couldn't help but smile. you had won the game, earning you bragging rights against blaise. he wouldn't be exactly excited from that fact, but a deal was a deal, one you had both made toward the beginning of the season. 

“y/n!”

you saw blaise wave you down to the ground hopefully and rather excitedly for just losing a game with a person standing next to him, theo, another slytherin you had heard much about but never really interacted with due to there being no reason to. 

you stood before him, shaking his hand lightly as wind surrounded you, blowing your hair back and forth wildly to your dismay. you squinted, attempting to look at theodore nott a little better than you ever had before, but found it difficult with pain clouding your vision.

his cheeks were red and you guessed it was from the wind and cold the three of you stood in. you tried your best to wrangle your hair into a ponytail as you stared at the boys before you, awkwardly.

“shall we have a change of scenery?”

you hummed in agreement, soon ending up in the common room of gryffindor after a change of clothing and quick hot shower that finally put you to ease. you now sat across from the two boys who both looked uneasy from the way they sat, almost as if awaiting something bad to happen—that really wasn’t going to come.

“so, theodore,” you tipped your head slightly, examining him better with a clearer sight now that the pain of your shoulder had settled and the air wasn’t filled with mist. “blaise tells me you were cut from the slug club, why?”

blaise grins immediately, a pairing laugh coming along in the tone of surprisal, almost bracing himself as he adjusted his position on the seat of the couch. he clutches his jaw as he looks over to theo who looks to him abruptly before back to you, his face blank, but his eyes filled with a glaze of annoyance.

“yes, theo, please, fill us in on why slughorn cut you from slug club,” blaise faked his interest, knowing very well why.

he half glared at blaise from the corner of his eye and you could sense the sudden unease that had unfolded before your eyes with the question, but you kept your mouth shut as you watched theo seeming to prepare himself.

he rubbed his mouth, “my father is a… death eater and slughorn doesn’t want anything to do with that.”

your eyebrows pinched together as he said this. an awkward silence took over fast and he anticipated what you would say. he cursed blaise and he cursed himself that he said it aloud, and he knew he fucked it all up-

“that’s a shame,” you mumble finally, your hands clasped together as you thought deeply into his words—not exactly sure on how to take it, but you don’t allow it to cloud your judgement on him just yet. “i mean i suppose you don’t miss much besides the fine food and… cormac’s ogling.”

blaise stifles a laugh as the image of cormac mclaggen staring at hermione last meeting visibly and shamelessly came to mind. it so obviously made everyone uncomfortable and was many of the reasons blaise hated slug club. but he always found entertainment in making fun of the participants, especially with you as an audience.

“that is too bad,” theo’s arms extended across the arm and back of the couch as it seemed the tone of his voice was rather uninterested. “it seems you two get along quiet well.”

you scoffed, looking to blaise with a rather confused bearing on your face at the sudden change in topic, “uh, sure,” your head tipped, shrugging, “we have our moments.”

“we could be closer if she weren’t a traitor to her own blood.”

“okay,” you scoffed instantly, with a roll your eyes. you’re not surprised he said it, it made sense that he did, it was almost his way of asserting dominance in front of theo by pulling that sentence out. “don’t start, zabini.”

“what,” he laughed drunkly, “i’m just saying.”

“what’re you saying?” theo raised a brow, picking on the sudden discomfort with confusion.

“oh, you didn’t know?” blaise raised a brow as he glanced to theo who winced at the tone of his voice—taunting and jeering. he didn’t understand why he was being such an asshole, but it was blaise. “athena comes from a long line of slytherins, but somehow was sorted gryffindor.”

that’s why you couldn’t judge theo. you were not naïve to your parents and their position within the wizarding world. they weren’t good people and they mirrored what theo’s father was, but you weren’t them and something about that frustrated blaise. you knew it and it was obvious, no matter how hard he tried to hide it with his teasing.

“don’t let him get in your head,” theo rubbed his mouth as he eyed blaise, “he’s only mad it took seven fathers to make him rich and memorable and not just one like your own.”

the gathering ended fast after that with blaise scolding theo quietly as they exited the common room, calling him a 'fool' while theo didn't seem to care as he lit a cigarette.

you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

**

“theo."

the afternoon slowly drew to an end as theo made his way back to the slytherin common room from his charms class when you called out his name from further back in the hall. he caught himself waiting until you were by his side with a rather eager energy flowing through your body. it struck him as strange, knowing you never had anxious tendencies, and if you did, he had never seen it before on you.

"athena," he gave you a good look up and down before the two of you began to walk again, heading toward the courtyard where many other students lingered. "didn't think i'd be seeing you for awhile."

"why is that?"

he glanced down to you, "last night, i would have thought you wouldn't want to... exactly associate with me after finding out about my-"

"that's what i wanted to talk to you about," you cut him off fast, figuring it would be awkward for him to continue to ramble. he looks down to see your eyes already waiting for his, a look of surprisal staining his face. "i wanted to thank you for uh, shutting blaise up."

"oh, no, it's not that-"

"yes but you don't have to do that," you shake your head slightly. "i don't need you to defend me, theo. like me, i'm sure you're already used to his bantering. i find it best to just let him talk it all out-"

"he shouldn't have said it," he cuts you off this time, his face turned serious as he still looked down at you. "i know his intentions and i know what he meant when he started talking about your... genealogy."

theo hates how defensive you are. how you don't want even the slightest of help even if it was as simple as telling blaise to nod off. he can tell that could be a large obstacle to over come in order to get close with you, and it makes him wince.

it's silent and you think about how blaise somehow—intentional or not—connected you and theodore, "i suppose blaise put us both into exposed positions."

"no kidding."

the two of you continued to walk but only in silence. it allows theo to think deeply about the short words blaise had said about you last night and further wonders how they could have been so exposing in the first place. he sort of understood—theo had no idea your parents—and the rest of your ancestors really, were heirs of slytherin. he found that strange, like he almost should have known due to your family being well known purebloods apart of the ministry. what could be so bad about them unless...

"i'll see you later, nott," you gave him a smile as you came to a stop in front of the wooden bridge that would lead you to quidditch practice. you stood there for a moment, examining his facial structure for a bit as he nodded, returning the stare. neither of you moved until you laughed, shaking your head before turning around and trekking for the field.

he stood there, watching you for a moment as a feeling of giddiness consumed his chest before the tension built up and exploded as realization came upon him in the thought of the past few seconds and how there was a look of longing in your eyes. a look you tried to laugh off before walking away.

your eyes were no longer empty.

**

"you asshole."

theo didn't process your voice until you had him pressed against the stone wall in an empty hallway. he stared at you with slightly wide eyes as your were filled with anger and almost hurt.

"it really fucking sucks, i kinda liked you," your eyes pinched as you surveyed his face, attempting to spot any fumble in his face; you saw none. "you got me kicked from slugclub, didn't you?"

"what, athena, no," a large frown formed on his face and his vision clouded with concern as he had never seen so much emotion on your face, it caught him off guard. "what happened?"

"slughorn found out my parents are deatheaters," your voice was dull but filled with so much irritation. "who else would have told him?"

"not me," he said it fast, "why the fuck would i have said anything?"

"i don't know," your voice came out as a strain and the weight you had pushed against him became lighter, "maybe you're mad that everyone knows who your father is and they didn't know about mine."

he should have been mad and shoved you off. if you were any other girl he would have been quick to put you in your place. but you weren't, you were in a moment of vulnerability and he could tell that this was rare. something about your parents was a tough spot for you, so it didn't even cross his mind to shove you off and curse you out.

"athena, just calm down," he slightly shifted, pushing you off slowly as if not wanting to startle you, "i wouldn't fuck you over like that, okay? i didn't tell slughorn anything about your parents, i barely even knew myself."

you looked at him with skeptic eyes, unsure of his words but you still allowed him to grasp you hands while slowly pushing you upright and away so there was some room between the two of you. you doubted it was him the more you thought about it, but you could barely even think straight when anything that dealt with your parents came up.

"how would he know?"

"who else knows," he gave you a pointed look, almost telling you that you should have known better and it hit fast the moment his eyes struck hard with yours.

blaise.

"fucking asshole-"

"slow down, sweetheart," he gripped your hands tighter, preventing you from marching off, "deal with him later. i want to talk to you anyway."

"let me go, and i'll see."

he rolled his eyes, "you don’t slow down, do you?” his sighs and his hand runs up your arm, now lightly gripping your bicep while the other still held your hand. “you going to talk to me properly?”

you looked up at him, your face looking puzzled until it slowly faltered into its blank charm. you waited for him to speak with the tip of your head causing him to slightly smile, almost scoffing, “i like you, athena, but you are one frustrating girl and i can’t figure you out.”

a snide smile struck your face and you slowly pulled away from his grasp as your chest tightened in satisfaction, “you’re smart enough, theo. and according to slughorn it seems by blood and nature we’re the same person.”

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promised to someone, part one. theodore nott x reader

summary 🔮: in which reader and theodore nott are promised to a marriage at birth that neither were aware of

warning/s ⛓: swearing

slater’s note 🌬: forgot to write here.

promised at birth.

you had never thought of marriage like the normal teenage girl. you didn’t look forward to it, you practically dreaded the thought of spending the rest of your life with one person.

but you were still promised at birth to a boy you had never met till now.

“they tell me you’re a disciple of the dark lord.”

“aren’t we all?”

“not like you,” you said it so fast to the point that it sounded intentionally harmful and poisonous, but you didn’t know any better and were only projecting hate for your parents to the boy before you. “they say that the dark lord had made a pursuit just for you.”

he glanced down to his lap, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as your words sunk in and reminded him of the past month of his life—the worst month of his life where he had been doing exactly that—a pursuit.

“he sees something in you,” you say after he says nothing, not looking at you but now sulking.

“it’s not as glorious as it seems.”

“i wouldn’t disagree…” you look at him a little better now, realizing a little better that he’s in the same boat just as you are. he has had no control in your life just as you. his parents have picked and chose for him, just like yours. “you’re scared, then?”

“you’re not?”

your eyes crinkle in the corner as you weren’t expecting that question, “no.”

he doesn’t believe you.

“you realize what’s happening tonight, don’t you?” you don’t answer, staring at him with a frown that clues him that you didn’t understand his question, “they’re bounding us. they’re making you take the unbreakable spell to ensure you’ll stay by my side—we’re being bound for life.”

“i don’t believe you.”

he scoffed, shaking his head, “out of all things they told you, they didn’t care to mention that?” theo thinks of his father and how he was sitting in the other room, probably getting his rocks off that his very own son was finally fulfilling his potential.

god, he thought, this will kill him.

he could barely stand his own thoughts recently, how could you? everything he thought about was in correlation to the dark lord and from what he learned about you—you had no relation to the dark lord or anything aside from your parents.

you were untouched, innocent, and therefore desirable and your parents were giving it up to theo as well as the dark lords hands—and you could do nothing.

“why would they lie to you?”

“you don’t know me. why would they..?”

the door opens, and one of your families servants pops his head through the crack of the door, “your parents would like to see you now.”

you look to theo who has tired eyes and a dead expression while he stares up to the man before looking to the window. he dreams of leaving, of going back to hogwarts but for his own will and wishes, not for some scheme. nothing was fun anymore. he hated being around his friends and he misses when times were better and the only thing he had to worry about was his grades and draco’s snarky attitude.

you looked back to the servant, nodding your head and dismissing him. his absence made you move forward on your knees, closer to him, whispering in fear that anyone but him would hear you, “what makes them so sure i won’t say a word?”

“because you’ll die if you do,” he got to his feet, “the concept of the unbreakable vow binds our souls together—everything i know, you know. everything that is in my head will now soon be in yours. you won’t think, feel, or breathe the same way again.”

**

“join hands.”

you looked up to theo, almost questioning if this was right, but he didn’t show any emotion nor did he look at you. his hand arm raised for yours and you hesitantly took it, gripping his forearm like he did yours.

“good,” theo’s father nodded, now raising his wand and touching your joined arms, a look of electricity wounding its way slowly up both your arms.

you stared at it, slightly out of breath from the reality of it all being true.

“now,” theo’s father nodded to you, “do you promise to keep theodore’s secrets as your own, to not shed light to them, even to the closest of friends or trusted family?”

you looked up and between your parents before to theo who still stared at the wire of light swooning around both your left arms, “i do.”

“do you promise to be honest with theodore when a threat is passed your way involving him and or the order?”

“i do.”

“do you promise to accept theodore and all he has done. to offer him faith, and trust, and patience?”

his eyes connect with yours fast, almost wanting to let go of your hand as if this promise was finally crossing lines above the others. your eyes lingered with his for a bit, narrowing but you still mumbled, “yes.”

“do you promise to take responsibility-“

“no,” his voice interrupted his own fathers fast, an immediate regret filing in on his face, “she is not responsible for the things i have done-“

“theodore, mind yourself,” you close your eyes at the sharp tone of the man, your chest tightening and squeezing your heart in despair. “do you promise, miss y/l/n, to take responsibility for his actions as he does—like your own?”

“i do.”

he looks up at you fast, almost looking betrayed.

“that concludes it,” the man nodded, no emotion on his face, “we’ll talk about the marriage later.”

“you have to be mindless.”

the moment your living room was cleared he didn’t hesitate to raise his voice. it made you frown, confused to his reaction.

“this is what you wanted?”

“never.”

“what could i have done? you said it yourself, i’d be dead-“

“there still would have been time to get you out of this, you weren’t trapped yet,” you were confused to his frustration and why he suddenly cared so much as he was confused to the way you had so easily accepted this. he couldn’t even begin to process how you even accepted this to be your fate with a stranger. there was time for you, you could have wiggled your way out of it.

“now we’re bound for life.”

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thieves in the night.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!slytherin!reader, mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin!reader

part one of n/a.

about. in which a group of boys are in search for the one thing that keeps them from their death.

warnings. swearing, dark themes

ricky rocks. idk if you guys are going to dig this 🤔 i hate it already

it happens at night.

minds are run through, memories are stolen, a version of brutality is placed upon a large amount of boys that come in the forms of bruises, cuts, gashes—that heal but never disappear from the back of their minds. they can never touch the thought—fully grasp what it is or why this has happened to them or even who, but it’s there and it hovers in high heights that they can’t reach.

all survival, that’s what they all think, the persecutors, the boys. and it is; for their survival.

especially theodore.

days got short and he barely felt the effect of professor snapes lessons now. he dreaded the night, but it seemed to come faster than anything else, but couldn’t move fast enough when it finally arrived.

the gift—the thing they were looking for, the thing that was key to all their survival—was the only thing he thought about now and he didn’t even know what it was.

the beginning of year six started not how expected, he was sure none of his friends expected to be initiated into a group that carried out the orders of the dark lord.

it made sense though. the moment mattheo riddle walked into his life, he knew it wasn’t just another friend, he’d be a fool to think that.

they were bound for life.

°•

potions with slughorn was always something theodore never looked forward to, ever. he felt like an asshole every time he sat in his seat and connected eyes with the man. it was like he knew; everything and it always threw theodore off, making him anxious.

and it didn’t help that he was late.

“awh, mr. nott,” he had his body tilted back as he seemed to be sizing up theodore from where he stood—almost deciding if he were friend or foe. “have a seat where you can.”

theodore looked to where all the students sat, looking back at him. it seemed they had all pulled their chairs to the center of the room instead behind desks where things usually were. it made him curse as their were no free seats in the back but rather in the near front.

“go on, no time to waste here.”

he shuffled through the rows before slowly sitting into the only empty seat next to you. neither of you thought much about it, he didn’t even see you.

“some of you have no sense of time,” slughorn scoffs, back to shifting across the floor in front of you all. “swear if the ministry knew what was best, they’d have a nation wide curse put on our children to make them at least on time.”

“long live the rebellion, right?” you rolled your eyes in a frivolous way, shrugging, not watching your words carefully. “i swear we fight for something of rights and then someone goes and says something dumb like that.”

he doesn’t realize you’re even speaking to him. not until you finally really looked to him where he immediately looked slightly confused—not processing your words or not exactly understanding the meaning you were trying to put out. lost in translation, very lost in translation.

he thought you must have thought he was someone else but by the way you stared so surely at him and then reached your hand out, offering a soft smile but with an arched brow that also threw him off, introducing—

“y/n.”

he took it, after a long moment, “theodore.”

“i’ve seen you before,” you look him up, your eyes curving around the family ring he wore around his pinky and the scars the littered his fingers, “you’re a nott.”

“you get that from slughorn?” his brow arched and his eyes turned harsh of what looked like annoyance.

“no, you just look an awful lot like your father.”

his chest tightened. not only did he hate that supposed compliment more than anything, but he also found it strange. how would you know his father?

“and you?” his features twisted in suspicion, not knowing you, not even really recognizing you in the slightest like you did of him.

“y/l/n,” you speak, and the both of you finally release hands from the firm grasp, removing him from a trance and back to reality—a smack in the face. the name, he knew, he knew the fucking name and suddenly it made a lot of sense.

“i’m not sure i’m as familiar of you,” he lied, pulling his best face now that he was finally back into the game, but the skeptical look you gave him made him think his facade wasn’t working. “but i’m curious.”

“of what?”

“you.”

“why?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

you didn’t say anything but your face screwed up instead playfully, adjusting yourself so you were facing slughorn once again, “maybe you should be more curious on slughorn’s lesson.”

°•

exhilarated.

theodore hadn’t felt like that ever and he never thought he would, but walking down the corridor to the slytherin common room, theodore felt exhilarated.

the common room was dim and filled with low chatter but was interrupted the minute he walked in with the aggressive buzz radiating off his body.

they all noticed it before he spoke, before they could even get a real good look at him.

“it’s not a man, and it’s not a younger year like we suspected,” he looked urgent, it caught all of them off guard—never having seen theodore so anxious and full of energy. “it was right under our fucking noses.”

mattheo raises his eyes now, looking at theodore like he was a prick, but it only urged him to keep speaking as he sat down before throwing a scrappy looking book on the coffee table where dust spilled into the air making all the boys wince with a cough.

“it’s a girl and she’s in our very own house.”

now they’re all looking at him like he’s prick, shaking their heads and frowning while theodore stared back, not fazed but itching to move. it was so hard to hold it in, he just had to say it all because he felt like a genius for the first time in months and that they’d finally came to a break through.

“the prophecy said-“

“the prophecy was wrong,” theodore looks between all the boys with his arm extended across the table, making sure his assertiveness reached each and every one of their eyes. “i don’t give a fuck what the prophecy said because it was wrong.”

he looks up to mattheo who stares back, his expression blank but holding a questioning look that’d make anyone back down, “it’s a y/l/n,” he knew mattheo would know the name just like he knew it. “she comes down from a death eater traitor of a grandfather and she’s nothing short of the old man because she spoke of a rebellion.”

it’s silent as they look between theodore and mattheo; who thinks and hates how he feels as if he’s being challenged right then.

“and what makes you think it’s her.”

“because we have no one else on the list,” his tone is nasty, “if it’s not her, fine, cross her off but she has to know something.”

he feels it in his bones that he is right.

“talk to your father, if anything it’ll give us time.”

talk to you father. mattheo rolls his eyes and he leans forward, now challenging the hard tone theodore held with a simple stare, “tell me about her.”

°•

“i didn’t think i’d see you,” theodore froze from right behind where you sat, studying a book from the looks of it, but he guessed you weren’t but rather him since he had entered the library over twenty minutes ago before finally coming up to you. “not for awhile, anyways.”

he took a seat next to you, leaning on his elbows while watching you straighten your posture and close the potions book you had been reading for the past hour, “you watching me, nott?”

“you know my father?” he brushes off your question, giving you a calm stare that made your chest tighten.

you didn’t know how to answer. i mean, it’s a simple answer, ‘yes’, and it’s a simple explanation, you just didn’t want to speak under his stare.

luckily, he didn’t care much for your answer in the first place.

“how come i’ve never seen you before,” he leans his head against his propping hand. he looks and seems bored but you can tell that he’s far from it. “you think i would have seen you at least once in the common room.”

“maybe you’re just not very observant, theo.”

god, the way you said his name.

no one called him theo. not for in a long time.

“i highly doubt that,” he narrows his brows but his lips twitch, taking your words lightly.

“you think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

not lately.

but he doesn’t say that, he doesn’t say anything.

“maybe you didn’t see me because i didn’t want to be seen.”

his lips curve, “i doubt that.”

you watch him. you watch his face carefully, surveying his face and in the way it seemed so completely run down even with that smile, “you should sleep more,” your thumb lightly dabs against his cheek, as if touching him reassuringly—no matter how quick the touch was and no matter the fact that you got up from your seat and left him—it was reassuring.

°•

“she’s pretty.”

“yeah, because that’s going to be valuable information mattheo will want to hear,” blaze rolled his eyes, continuing to read through the paper as lorenzo examined you from two tables away in the three broomsticks.

“you never know,” he shrugs, turning from his altered position that was made just to stare. “you can never tell with him.”

“which is exactly why we have to stay focus.”

ever since theo had made the proposition that the gift was held within you, mattheo had made it clear that everyone had to do everything they could to figure you out—which was kind of hard when theo was the only one who could talk to you without it being weird.

so at that moment, everyone else was staking it out.

“you think it’s her?”

blaise doesn’t answer for awhile and enzo thinks he doesn’t hear him at first until blaise lifts his head, sighing, and putting the paper down, “i hope so—for us and theodore’s sake.”

because if theodore was wrong, it’d be the end for him.

°•

“curiosity kills, you know that, right?”

“and i should be afraid?”

“maybe,” you shrugged, now leaning against one of the large rooted trees that bordered the forbidden forest, staring to theo who kept a good distance with his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets. “especially if you find out things you don’t exactly intend to find out.”

you simply shrug again, but he can tell there’s more meaning behind your words than you act. a ghost of a smirk curves on his lips as he tips back on his feet, watching you.

you look so innocent and small planted against the tree and it makes his stomach bubble up, “really?”

you hum, “but i have a feeling you don’t care.”

“why would i?” he strolls toward you now, his curiosity placed in the core of his eye, it makes you bite back a smile.

he now stood close enough with the points of his shoes almost stepping over yours, teasing a step closer, teasing his body to be put against yours.

“answer the question.”

“i don’t think i need to.”

he laughs sarcastically, his head thrown to look at his feet as he lightly kicks at the dirt before looking back up at you. he was nervous, you couldn’t tell, but theo felt it in his heart that this whole thing could go wrong if you were speaking on what he thought you were speaking on.

he prayed you just loved a good chase and were just fucking with his head.

“you’re a strange girl.”

“you’re the one who followed me out here,” you tipped back and forth on your feet, “i’d say you’re the strange one, theo.”

“maybe, i just wanted to see your pretty face.”

you scoffed, “liar.”

he raised a brow, "you’re so pretty, i wish i never said anything," he examines your face closely, as if really looking at it this time; for a last time. his hand reaches out and is gentle and seems to be barely there as he runs it down the side of your face. “it’s a fucking shame.”

you couldn’t tell if he was sincere about whatever it was he was talking about—but it seemed so by how distraught his demeanor seemed to suddenly turn.

“what’d you say, theo,” you were calm, confused on what he was on about.

his eyes flick to yours, and he leans, meeting his lips with yours for a just a second, wanting to savor you for just a second before you’d be tainted, “you have a gift.”

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own you.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!reader

about. draco riles theo up about you, again.

warnings. smut, he’s a little mean bruh, foul language, corny?

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“hurry up.”

“i’m trying my best,” you grumbled, struggling to wring your tights down to your ankles as theo unbuckled his belt fast and without a problem due to this being nothing new to him.

it had to of been fourth hour and theo was struck in his sour mood that only you could cure. but you could tell he was a lot more aggravated than usual by the way he had gripped your arm so tightly when pulling you toward one of the washrooms. you were guessing it was from draco. that’s always what it ever was and probably always would be and you didn’t blame him.

draco could be an absolute asshole when it came to you. always saying nasty things that insinuated his attraction towards you, things that he knew got into theo’s head no matter any amount of reassurance.

just your body against his.

“you want me to fuck you or not?”

“shut up. you try and take these tights off,” you snide, still struggling to pull down the material with the small area of containment of the stall you both stood in.

“i’ll rip ‘em if i have to.”

you scowled finally pulling them from your legs but still allowed his hot hands to sneak underneath your skirt where he pulled your lacy panties down to your ankles with a kneel, then pulling it from your foot before balling the pink fabric into his pocket.

you couldn’t help but whimper from the position you were in. he was kneeled at your feet with hooded eyes, holding your hips now as you tipped your head back now against the wall already deep in a haze of lust.

“and i’m the one who wanted you,” he shook his head but with a smirk thinking to how persistent you were about not skipping class. “i always forget about how needy you can get.” he was now back to his feet, looking down at you like you are a little helpless puppy.

“just please fuck me, theodore,” you tilted your head to the side with a frown, gripping both sides of his dress coat, pulling him closer but he shrugged it off quickly not being able to wait after the sweet whiny sound of your voice.

“only ‘cause you asked nice,” he smirked, licking his index and middle finger before swiftly curling his fingers back under your skirt and into your cunt where you groaned at the warm and raptured feeling. “what a good girl.” his voice is warm and there’s a hint of taunt in his voice, but it’s still praiseful and doesn’t fail to make your stomach clench in euphoria as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, making sure you were wet.

theo pulled back, finally undoing his belt swiftly. he’s then quick to thrust into you prompting a moan from your mouth as your head tipped backed against the wall. theo had inhaled sharply, allowing his cock to adjust to the tightness of your cunt—something he never quite got used to. he swore under his breath as he pressed further into you, allowing warmth and easy pleasure to consume him whole.

“pretty girl,” he tsked, pulling out slowly before rushing back in even harder than before. “only like this for me and my cock, aren’t you?”

“yes, theo,” your voice was barely above a whisper as your vision was going spotty from his cock stretching out your walls with the rough thrusts he was pumping into you.

“good,” he mumbled breathlessly, “i love seeing you so weak.”

he grabbed both your thighs, prompting you to jump and once you did, he had your back against the wall, now having a consistent pace that made you a complete mess than before.

“i love being the only one who can see you like this,” his forehead presses against your own, teasing his lips on yours, “tears in your eyes—fucking malfoy could never, could he? you’re mine.”

“yes, theo,” you whined as his hand suddenly clasped around your throat squeezing lightly while his eyes looked down to watch his thick cock pump in and out of your cunt with wet noises, “i’m all for you.”

“you have such a pretty mouth,” his thumb dipped to pull on your bottom lip before pressing it on your tongue. “think of what good you could do with it instead of feeding into draco’s nonsense.”

“i never,” you whined, rolling your head.

“liar,” he seems to drop you fast to your feet, almost making you fall to your knees from how weak of a feeling that was oozing through them, making you feel like jello as you wobbled before he flipped you around fast so you were pressed the wall tightly. “i see you tease him for something he can’t have. always provoking him.”

“but you like that, don’t you theo?” you inhaled sharply as he shoved into you once more, “you love it that draco finally can’t have something.”

he grunted in response, nothing to say but to melt back into your body with rough strokes, his hand wrapping around your waist. he was getting more aggressive now, his pumps becoming slams, “fucking cunt, i own you, you’re mine. i want you to stay away from draco.”

“y-yes theo,” you groaned, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you causing your own high to draw near and move down. “i’m only yours.”

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thieves in the night.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!reader

part two of n/a.

about. in which a group of boys are in search for the one thing that keeps them from their death.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. currently watching twin peaks lol

“you’re not making any sense, theo,” your fingers curve against his chin, lightly touching his cold skin before looking up to him, trying to seem calm, but he can hear the slight urgency of worry in your voice.

“you’ll figure it out soon,” he doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixated on the forest beyond before looking back down on you, now completely dead in emotion. “don’t worry.”

you frown and he lightly kissed the side of your head before trekking away.

don’t worry.

**

the gift you had was simple.

it lives in your mind and the dark lord wants it.

the prophecy, the one that was wrong—according to theo—states a young male who inhabits hogwarts is the doom of all their plans; the dark lords plans. they’re the replica of a spy, they know, and they watch, and they carry all knowledge of the resistance. they will be the end of all death eaters.

for months, theo and all four of his comrades have been in search of this boy as assigned by the dark lord himself—punishable by death to failure. but failure after failure, death seemed like it could be touchable.

until you.

mattheo was absolutely frustrated that theo was more than right about you. he thought he was a fool because mattheo had seen you before and you put out that you were everything but harmful.

but as time passed and he watched you more and more, it made sense. especially when you threw in your trading blood.

your grandfather had been a loyal tenant to the dark lord for a very long time—carrying out tasks and assassinations and anything required of him until he killed five other death eaters and joined the resistance. this had done a lot for the resistance, pulling them three steps ahead and closer to ending the spread of dark magic. for years lord voldemort had acquired to have him killed, but was never successful.

but here you were, right in front of mattheo, just for the taking.

**

after your last encounter theo, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. especially since it seemed like he was avoiding you. you found this strange due to each time you’d ever see theo, it’d be him coming to you. so it must have meant… he was really no longer seeking you out.

“you really make it hard to find you,” you sat down in front of him with an exasperated expression on your face. you looked winded, like you had been trekking for hours in look for him till finding him here at the pub.

he couldn’t help but smirk, his fingers reaching across the table to pull at the loose strands of hair falling from your tight pony tailed braid, “looking for me, are you?”

“yes,” you say in a duh tone, leaning away from his teasing fingers. “i haven’t seen you for awhile.”

“and what do you need to see me about, love?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you stare at him, pressing your lips together in a thin line, not knowing how to even answer his question without sounding desperate or obsessive. he set you up just so you would.

you both were only starring at each other now, waiting for the other to crack; to speak first. he was practically grinning at you while you only scowled back.

“you going to answer my question?”

“maybe if you answer mine.”

“and what’s that?”

“why were you being so weird the other night?”

“i don’t know what you mean,” he raised a brow.

you were already annoyed.

“forget it,” you get to your feet, “i’ll catch you later.”

he leans back into his seat, watching you get up with a slightly frustrated expression. the moment you pass by him, he grabs your arm, pulling you right into the booth with him, “not so easy, sweetheart. why’re you in such a mood?”

“because you’re being a cunt, theodore and i don’t want to be around you while you’re acting so rude.”

he laughs, practically throwing his head back at how ridiculous you sounded, “if you think i’m being a cunt, you’re going to hate me when i’m an actual asshole.”

you scoffed, your body beginning to heat up from the sudden awareness of how close you were to theo. you were practically shoved against his chest with his arm looped around your waist while the other was beginning to inch it’s way up your shirt.

“i don’t understand you,” you wiggle against him, trying to keep your composure by putting some space between the two of you.

“i don’t understand you either.”

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, not taking his statement serious even as there was a lot of truth in it.

“why are you so tense?”

“shut up,” you finally shoved away from him, getting to your feet. “i wanted to see you, like actually see you but i think i’m understanding the situation a bit more.”

he looked up at you from where you leaned slightly over him. he didn’t understand why you were so short in temper all of a sudden, “i wanted to see you too.”

“right,” you nodded slowly, now standing up. “i’ll see you later, theodore.”

you walked away.

“smooth one, mate,” blaise and enzo slid into the seats across from theo wasting no time, taking your place, smirking. “i don’t know why i ever doubted your skills with the ladies.”

“piss off.”

“don’t worry, theo, there’s always next time,” enzo hummed, his tone sarcastic, “except, you forget you’re on a timer.”

“don’t remind me,” he dropped his head against his hand as he thought about mattheo telling him that he needed to speed up the process and move in on you.

“the sooner we get into her head, the better.”

he couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the sudden interest they all had in you, even if you were the key to all of them living. it was the fact that at first the idea of you having the gift was absurd, but now, since they’ve seen you, it was a complete different story.

“she’s pretty.”

“yeah.”

“sure know how to pick ‘em, theodore.”

“stay away from her.”

“woah, relax, sunshine,” enzo raises his arms in defense, “you forget she’s untouchable to us.”

“yeah, whatever,” theo rolls his eyes, “doesn’t matter.”

"it seems to matter to you a lot, mate," blaise leans forward onto his arms, "more than it should." his voice was interrogating as well as taunting and theo couldn't stand it.

"you forget our lives are on the line," he says dully, making sure his emotions don't exceed his face. "and y/n, she's going to take time."

"time is one thing you don't have, theodore," enzo looks sympathetic, theo almost doesn't recognize it by how strange it looks on his face. "mattheo wants her when the moon is full... that's in two days."

"two days and we'll be in her head."

**

you were annoyed with theodore, beyond annoyed really. the worst part is the fact that you couldn't stop thinking about him... ever. everything about him was so memorizing but also so strange. his whole existence was glued to your brain.

you have only really known theo in such a short time, but yet you feel like you've known him longer... and that’s almost true with the amount of knowledge you had gained on him within the past year for the resistance.

you had been watching him, all of them, and you were aware of the possession lord voldemort had over them all. the only thing was, there was something about theodore that made this task of stalking a lot easier. you found pleasure in watching him, learning about him, but that was far from good. finding attraction to the enemy was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself.

mirroring theodore and distancing yourself was probably best option possible to abolish these feelings.

you sat in class in thought of this as you wrote mindlessly for your paper. you had been apart of the resistance since early ages of childhood, since you could comprehend really. your family name was widely known, and very important. there was a lot expected from you purely because of your grandfather and a lot of pressure to succeed. so you couldn't slip up, especially not now when the dark lord was just beginning to rise to power once again.

your head began to hurt, more than it ever had before. the pain was almost excruciating, making it very hard to focus on your writing. you laid your head in the palm of your hand as you tried to your best to keep focus—but you found it strange. yes, when you thought about you-know-who, you usually felt woozy, and a little sick to your stomach, but never had you felt this level of discomfort.

you grabbed you back of your neck, digging your fingernails into your skin in a way to distract yourself from the increasing pain of your headache—but it doesn't help. you feel your whole body go flush in heat before there's a high tension that overcomes you, a different type of strain that made you suddenly so restless, so uncomfortable to the point you couldn't sit still.

it felt as if someone was watching you.

“i know who you are.”

you disregarded your writing now, feeling completely frozen in your position, not moving as the echoing of those words caused your whole chest to feel a stress of pain. you looked around, looking for eyes to meet yours, but everyone was focused on their paper. maybe you were losing it, but you just couldn't shake off this feeling.

you shifted, now craning your neck to meet exactly what you were looking for; eyes waiting for yours and it was him.

the boy you saw in your nightmares.

mattheo. his stare was heinous and unforgiving as he showed no sign of letting up with his fixated gaze. it made your skin crawl and stomach fold up into itself with a sour taste paving its way up into your throat.

you looked away and prayed he'd do the same because he carried the devil in his eyes.

i know who you are.

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peculiar creature.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. lorenzo meets a stranger in the forbidden forest.

warnings. 🤔🤔

ricky rocks. this was long awaited.

“you’re a peculiar creature, aren’t you?”

you stare back into the large, mischievous brown eyes of a boy who was crouched down at then edge of the cove, examining you with troublesome intentions.

“what are you doing here?”

“swimming,” you said bluntly, pushing further into the deep, dark waters. he still watches you carefully, leaning back to his feet where his height is fully extended. “what are you doing here?”

he scoffs, his head tipping back as if finding your question ridiculous, "awfully dangerous for you to be all the way out here by yourself. haven't you ever been warned to stay out of the forbidden forest?"

you narrow your look on him at the way he deflects your question, his head tilting as he begins to wander further around the lagoon, circling you now as he waits for you to speak.

"what's your name?"

"lorenzo," he speaks fast, expecting that, as if he was wanting and waiting for you to ask it. "and you?"

"y/n."

“strange name.”

“and yours isn’t?”

a hollow laughs comes from deep in the back of his throat at your retort but he doesn’t find it as funny as he makes it seem, “you’re quick, aren’t you?”

“but you like that, don’t you?” your eyes narrowed in on him, pushing out further into the water so your further from him just in case he were to reach for you.

“and you know what i like how?” he mirrors your tapered expression, leaning against a tree placed close to the water. he was interested, really interested in what you were.

“i know boys exactly like you.”

“oh, you do?” his lips twitch upwards, finding your proceedings amusing.

“they come here a lot,” you tip your head, now studying him better than ever and the way he held himself. “with girls and booze and their loud mouths.”

you looked annoyed in thought of this making him chuckle under his breath, “you don’t like the company?”

“not usually.”

“why come here then?”

“no where else better to go.”

lorenzo makes a closer speculation of your face now, realizing he had never seen you before—which he found very strange, “what year are you?”

because lorenzo knew all the pretty faces at hogwarts.

“who said anything about me being in school?” you smiled as his face swooped into a confused expression, watching you sink further into the water till you were no longer in sight.

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everything and nothing.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

part two of n/a.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. guess there will be a part 3

“theodore.”

“y/n, stop,” mattheo tried this best not to cause a scene as he marched after you. “y/n, knock it off. stop before you make a fool of yourself.”

however, his attempt to not cause a scene was not working out well as he weeded his way through his fellow classmates without a care of delicacy—and his presence was hard not to notice in the first place.

you had a good footing ahead of mattheo as you stalked toward theo’s tall figure slouching against the wall, overseeing the rest of your group with an annoyed look in his eye. the boy made eye contact with you just as you broke the line of people, his face dipping into concern.

“you alright?”

“i need you to swear me in,” your hand clasped his just as you got close enough, attempting to pull him away from mattheo, but to your disparity, he caught the both of you before you could do anything more.

“what do you mean, what’s going on?”

“nothing," mattheo was quick to grip your bicep, attempting to pull you away but theo looks between the two of you quick, stopping him.

"what's going on?"

"she's lost her mind, worry nothing about it."

it seems theo's face drops as he narrows his vision even harder on mattheo. he didn't believe a word he said, “you told her, didn't you?"

theo’s face had dropped and he almost looks petrified when mattheo doesn't speak against it right away. mattheo only stares at him, almost wincing that it didn’t take much for him to figure out, but recovers fast, "i don't know what you mean."

"theo, please," you stare at him, completely ignoring mattheo and the way his fingers were digging into your arm harshly, trying to pull you away. but you overruled him in every way, because you had theo's attention, and you knew he knew. "please, do it, please."

he looks hesitant, looking between the pair of you. either way, no matter what he does, no matter what side he chooses, it will be a betrayal to the both of you.

he opens his mouth, but he's interrupted, “is there something wrong, mr. riddle, mr. nott?”

all of your eyes meet professor snape as he looks between the three of you. it wasn't hard to pick up on the tension from all the way across the room, especially with the order to keep an eye on them.

your eyes study the older man carefully, analyzing the way he gives both theodore and mattheo a look. one that's not harsh but sharp and knowing. one that says he knew exactly what was going on and he wanted them to fix it.

"no-"

"yes," your eyes are bright as you now fully face the man, "and professor, you seem like you can help."

he seems taken aback as he looks at you, as if he hadn’t even noticed you before.

"you seem to know, what i know. so why don't you do us all a favor, and help me."

he continues to look at you, shocked, but concealed with a raised brow, now looking you up and down. your look is daring, challenging him to disagree, and he almost smirks.

"snape, i can assure you, we have this handled-"

"do you?" he quirks a brow at mattheo trying to brush him off. the look he gives him makes mattheo highly irritated. his problems were just stacking up and the challenging nature snape was giving him was not helping him. "follow me."

mattheo and theodore shared a look at the request, before watching the man walk out and away, where you were following close behind, completely disregarding the two boys.

they couldn't help but follow.

the snow fall only seemed to be getting worse. it was no long calm but rather storming so hard to the point you could barely see five feet in front of you.

the cold was unforgiving and didn’t waste any time to cover every surface area of your body. you almost regret doing this now, getting ahead of yourself, but anything for mattheo.

anything.

**

“listen closely,” he stood before your position on a couch within his office, holding his wand tightly within his left hand, still in his formal wear as the rest of you. “because this is what the rest of your life depends on.”

he looks frigid, more than usual as he looks down on you. your eyes dash toward mattheo who sits in the chair from across you and then theo who’s placed further in his office, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. none of them looked pleased, but rather restless.

“the unbreakable vow, miss y/l/n, is something your not only asking me to preform on mr. riddle, but as well as yourself,” mattheo shifts uncomfortably from his seat, pushing himself up to his full posture as he still watches you. “i’m not sure you understand the seriousness of the course of action you’re asking for.”

you look back up to snape and then away from snape, “i do.”

“you don’t,” theodore’s voice rings harshly fast after yours. “you shouldn’t.”

snape seems irritated as his head rises slightly from looking to you, to your peer, “come sit down, mr. nott. as much as your commentary is appreciated, cease it.”

he returns to look to you even as theodore doesn’t move to the command, “you risk your life.”

“doesn’t matter.”

he looks even more annoyed at your ignorant response. he inhales sharply through his nose before turning around, facing both boys, “mr. nott, come accompany her side.”

he listens this time.

snape turns back to face to you as you stand yourself, “your ignorance will get you killed, but so be it. raise your right arm.”

you do so.

“mr. nott, you’re familiar with how this is done. assume your position.”

“what are you doing?” mattheo gets up fast, standing in front of you faster than you could comprehend. “it’s me, not him.”

he looks at him blankly.

“this was not the plan.”

“there was no plan at all.”

“do not bind them,” mattheo’s hand presses against your stomach, pushing you away from what was about to happen. “they’re not going near each other.”

blink, blink, snape continues to stare at mattheo with no expression or sympathy for even prompting the two of you to come together, "I command you to stand aside, mr. riddle. she wants to be sworn in, this is the only way. I distinctly recall your father biding you to rid of her. what do you predict his reaction to be when he sees the unbreakable vow made between the two of you?”

now it’s mattheo’s turn to stare at him blankly, because he knew he was right.

“now, join hands,” he ignores the fact of mattheo protecting you like a guard dog.

it takes awhile. mattheo is like a steel wall doing what he can to prevent you from joining hands with theodore.

you had nothing to lose. and anything for mattheo.

your arm lightly grabs onto theo’s forearm, while he grabs yours a little tighter. you don’t look at him. your eyes are distant till snape begins and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach.

“good,” snape’s wand touches the medium of your conjoined hands, a look of electricity and lightning twirling around the both of you, as if bounding you tighter. “let’s begin.”

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a moment.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. lorenzo recollects about a time where things were better, while reader only worries about what comes next.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. n/a

“this is not good for us.”

these were the first words you had said since the triwizard maze, where the sight of harry balling over the corpse of cedric diggory was burned into all of your minds.

enzo stares at you for a moment till his eyes crinkle in the corners in confusion to your words. he’s not sure he hears you right from how silent your tone is. he’s not even sure if you’re even talking to him, “what do you mean?”

you couldn’t feel anything but a numbing sensation and irritation. your head pierces with the start of a headache as you think about it over and over.

you could still feel theodore’s hands wrap around your arms, pushing you backwards from the crowd that slowly, but progressively surrounded the poor boy’s body—moving the opposite way from the rest of you.

he had kept mumbling ‘don’t’ and ‘no’ over and over till you were no longer within the arena, because he knew too.

“we’re fucked.”

“what?” he narrows his brows, kneeling before you and the position you were sat in on the couch. it was like you didn’t see him, like you really were talking to yourself.

“people like us, lorenzo. people like us. we’re burden with a stigma that makes everyone stay away unless they’re exactly like us. do you even know what this means?”

“no,” he shook his head, biting the corner of his lip. you were really starting to worry him. “what does this mean?”

lorenzo wasn’t there. many people weren’t there, but they still all knew. word traveled fast and you hated it.

“this is only the beginning, and it’s only going to get worse. it’s going to turn back around on us,” you shook your head, finally looking him in the eye. “he saw him, enzo. really saw him. think about our parents; who our parents are. think about it.”

you were losing your mind. spiraling.

“love,” his hand is steady on your knee, “i think you’re worried about nothing. its potter, he’s probably lost his mind in that maze. he doesn’t know what he saw.”

“that doesn’t matter,” you get to your feet, almost knocking him from his low stance as you suddenly have a stimulus in your feet. “you remember this summer, lo? think about this summer.”

your suddenly pulling your coat on and he still stands in his squatting position by the couch, watching you, helpless and lost as to what was going on in your head.

“yeah…”

“remember your mother? remember the beach house she took us to?”

he missed summer.

“yes.”

everything was better, so much better. he saw your face more. everything was brighter and smelled sweeter, and he never had as many knots in his chest as he did now. he didn’t have to watch you spiral with the simple task of pulling on your fall apparel.

you were in touch and always so close. now, he could feel it, it was going down hill from here and you’d be far from touch. all because of the hufflepuff boy.

“remember that man, the one you told me not to worry about? who was he, lo? truly,” you really looked at him now and everything was sudden. “what was he doing there and why was he there for your mother?”

the man?

he frowned, his eyes drifting from yours as he thought. those days always blended together and he couldn’t care to keep track of the date or time till the sun would rise and set.

what man?

“he said this would happen, that she needed to prepare for him to return and that there was hope again,” you clarify it for him even though you knew he knew exactly what you were talking about deep down. “and you said it didn’t mean anything and that you didn’t even know who he was—but you did, didn’t you? i could tell by your face that you did.”

theodore’s father.

his eyes suddenly moved fast to see yours once more upon realization. he had forgotten about that; blocked it out. he had figured you did too.

no. that was the beginning—when things really started to go down hill.

“where are you going?”

“answer the question, lorenzo.”

“i don’t know,” he shook his head, “i don’t remember.”

he did. he thought about it a lot.

“okay.”

“where are you going?”

“to talk to potter,” the look on your face was displeased, like you knew he was lying, but you couldn’t do anything about it.

so you left.

he never understood how you were sorted into slytherin. you were overly empathetic to the point it was sickening to anyone in the slytherin class that came within five feet of you and your goddamn smile.

overly empathetic for a hufflepuff boy you hadn’t even met before.

you didn’t understand the vendetta against all and anyone outside of slytherin. you were overly self aware of your wrongs and selfish features. you wanted to be better than your blood—but blood was blood, and it was written in stone for you to be what your parents were, and what their parents, ever since birth.

the day that man came—the day theodore’s father had somehow found the beach house lorenzo’s mother had brought you to—was a day he had thought about a lot till he couldn’t remember anymore.

he cut in from his mind.

that was the beginning of the return and he hadn’t really realized it till now.

“this is a blessing, karmita. realize that.”

“a blessing, tiberius?” she stares him with complete disgust. “think of our children. we are going into a war that no one will win.”

“you have zero faith,” he shakes his head mirroring an equal amount of revulsion. “the dark lord has given us everything and yet you stray. for what? fear?”

you were huddled against the wall separating the living room and kitchen, quietly listening to a conversation you had unintentionally walked in on.

you were almost fearful at the sight of the man due to not seeing a single soul aside from lorenzo and his mother for the past couple of weeks. his presence brought a negative stimulus that you could feel the moment you walked into the beach house despite not even seeing him yet.

tiberius nott and his son were carbon copies of each other—enzo wasn’t sure how you hadn’t realized it was your friends father. they both had tall and slanting statures with dark eyes and pale skin.

the only difference; tiberius was arrogant and cruel and never displayed a look of foolishness of a smile. he was everything theo despised and inspired not to be.

“and to think i came here to offer you and your husband a spot upon the council,” he shifted now, like he was over with this conversation. “this is a revolution… something that you could be apart of, and be awarded for, but i see you’re far from ready.”

he made a drastic move to exit the kitchen causing you to move as fast as you could from sight, only for you to bump into lorenzo who was just as quick to grab you and yank you around the corner.

“what are you doing?”

“who’s that man?”

lorenzo missed the beach. he missed your sandy face, hot and sunburnt skin, cold showers, and the sound of nothing but beach waves and your sick laugh that he could never get tired of.

but he had to face that was no longer.

**

“harry?”

the pale boy and his friends look up at you with surprise and unfamiliarity.

you stare back with a look the was unintelligible, but your voice gave you away. you sounded sympathetic and gentle, like you didn’t want to scare him away.

“yes?”

“you know who i am?”

he looks between his fellow gryffindor peers at this question, almost finding it so ridiculous, he doesn’t know how to answer.

“yes.”

“can i talk to you?”

“he doesn’t want to talk to a snake like you, y/l/n,” one of the boys scowls at you, almost standing to his feet from the table. “why don’t you beat it before you cause any more trouble.”

“sit down seamus before she puts a hex on you,” hermione yanks him to his seat by his collar.

“it’d be well deserved for his loud mouth,” george mumbles, “let the slytherin princess speak before you lay a hand on her.”

you look between each of them as they quarrel about seamus’ big mouth. your mouth slightly opens, finding it a little amusing, “i’d only like to speak to potter.”

“you want to speak with potter, you speak with all of us,” ron weasley stands fast before his friend could even react.

his face is just as red as his hair as if fuming in annoyance or anger but you’re not sure why… no, you were sure. it’s exactly as you guessed. you were already getting condemned for something that wasn’t your fault.

“ron, it’s fine,” harry presses him lightly back into the wooden bench. “i’ll talk.”

**

“you don’t believe me, do you?”

“i do.”

“what do you want me to say?”

you stay silent at that question. you’re not sure. you don’t even know why you’ve came to speak to him now that you think about it.

after he retold all that happened, your mind went blank and you couldn’t even begin to think on how to put your own thoughts into words.

“i’m sorry.”

he’s shocked.

“why?”

“i think i’ve wasted your time,” you get to your feet fast out of embarrassment but he’s quick to grab your arm.

“you’re afraid,” his sick big brown eyes are prying and wide like he had finally just figured it all out. “aren’t you?”

you swallow, slowly sitting back down, “maybe i am.”

“why? you’re untouchable.”

your frown lines immediately dig deep into your cheeks at his words. he’s wrong. he should know it, but you don’t protest despite your mouth already being open to disagree, “i want to know one thing.”

“what is it?”

“you said they unmasked themselves when he was there… did you recognize any of them?”

did you recognize my father? did you recognize my mother? did you recognize any of my heir?

“draco’s father,” he seems to wince while saying it, “that’s it.”

he can see the unsatisfaction in your face, like you’re waiting for something more. you were unsure and he could tell, “look, if you’re curious about something, why don’t you just ask, y/n?”

“my father, harry.”

he shook his head, then you breathe.

thank god.

“that wouldn’t mean anything, would it though?”

“no, it wouldn’t. but i’d like to believe it does.”

**

“lo,” your hands clasped both sides of his face, “wake up, love.”

he laid on the floor of his bedroom, completely passed out. to say you had never found lorenzo like this, would be a complete lie, but it didn’t make it any less concerning.

“you better be alive,” you slung a leg over his torso, now straddling as you kept your hands on both sides of his face, now lightly shaking him. “we don’t have time for this.”

you feel him shift beneath of you, stretching him limbs before opening his eyes to the sight of you. he almost jumps out of surprisal, but smirks.

“god’s answered my prayers,” his hands creep onto your hips, “i’ve been waiting for this moment.”

you roll your eyes, hitting his chest as you get off of him, “yeah, you’re not that in touch with god.”

you still lay next to him, and it's quiet as you both really think. it's obvious all lightheartedness is gone and anything sweet was no longer.

it was obvious, but you both wanted to swallow it down.

"lo," you turn on your side, curled closer against him where his arm immediately curls around you. he could hear the tightness in your voice, something he didn't like and wish he could just ignore. "I believe harry."

"yeah."

he did too.

"draco's father was there," your fingers slightly pull on the threads of his old and wrecked white cotton sweater out of anticipation. "that can't be good... even for us-"

“let’s just not worry," he looks at you now, cutting your further rambling off. "for just this moment. let's not worry.”

you stare at him, he looks away and back to the ceiling. back to the beach.

give me... just a moment.

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lorenzo’s luck.

pairings. mobster!slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. in which it’s been a rough couple of weeks and lorenzo is facing the heat of it all.

warnings. swearing, a beating,

ricky rocks. okay, new idea sense i’ve been watching the sopranos lately and writing generic slytherin boys is getting boring for me rn… also i’ve been seeing some stuff abt lorenzo on tiktok and even something on here and i think i characterized him totally wrong? but also not because i read the book (but not really) he originally came from and he didn’t seem as sweet and innocent as people play him as. idk, i’ll stick to what i have now but lmk what y’all think ig

everything and everyone was on edge.

for the past two weeks the feds had been down your neck, jeopardizing your whole lifestyle and way of work.

everyone was in a pissy mood because of it—because when the feds were on your ass, that meant having to be careful, and your job was hard thing to be careful about when every move you made was highly incriminating. so when being careful, you barely got to work, and no work meant no profit.

it was hard to specify exactly what you did.

you were a mobster.

there it is, in the simplest form.

there was a lot of pressure in being one, especially when law enforcement was there to make things ten times harder.

and it wasn’t only affecting you, but entirety of your group;

“you’re a fuckin’ idiot, lorenzo, you realize that? take a fuckin’ look at yourself in the mirror and stare at something that isn’t just your face and realize you’re a fool,” mattheo’s voice erupts so suddenly through the air, startling all of you. “get your shit together.”

it was already starting. you, theodore, blaise, lorenzo, and mattheo had just barely taken a step into one of the many backrooms of the businesses mattheo’s father owned when the composure came fumbling down.

lorenzo had just barely sat his ass in one of the leather seats when the attention was pinned to him, “jesus, what’s up you’re ass m?” he laughs, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. “jesus.”

you glance to theodore who winces at the response like it was his own. that was the worst possible thing to say, especially to mattheo, especially right now where his anger and frustration was at an all time high.

you can see that anger pulse through his skin in a spike as he finally seems to processes lorenzo’s antagonizing words.

oh boy.

“fuckin’ saved your ass, enzo. you know what my fathers saying? that you’re a loose fucking cannon and i need to let you go,” he has his hand raised, shaking it in his face. “and you know what? we don’t let people go. there’s no such thing as letting someone go in our business. that’s a rare ever occurrence.”

letting someone go is disposing them. taking them out to the back and putting them down like a dog.

“get your head on straight and don’t you forget that you wouldn’t be here without me, because you’d be dead.”

“you act like you’re so fucking clear minded,” he huffs, leaning his head against the palm of hand.

that was enough.

mattheo swings himself around, throwing his fist into the face of enzo as hard as he can. you flinch at the sound of enzo’s nose cracking beneath the contact of mattheo's knuckles. you feel yourself tense up at the noise not letting up, but rather playing over and over, filling the room with ugly sounds of punches fill the room.

“mattheo-“

your call out is cut off as theodore takes your shoulder, pulling you back, “don’t.”

“he’s going to kill him.”

“he won’t,” he pulls you even closer and further away from the violent scene unfolding before you all, tightening his grip. “lorenzo’s too viable.”

he was right. even as enzo was a loose canon, he brought in a lot of profit and kept his end clean… for the most part.

lo was too salient for mattheo to kill, but his loud mouth was enough to tip mattheo over the edge.

it was a perfect way for him to blow off steam; beating in the face of his friend.

***

“don’t you look like a dime.”

it’s been a week since mattheo went on his little rampage, and you were now just seeing lorenzo in his healing state.

you’re smiling up at him, pinching his cheek as he rolls his eyes to your attention, “yeah, yeah, get off my back.”

he looked far from a dime; his nose was broken causing both his eyes to sport dark rings of bruising around them while the lining of his jaw was turning a dark purple and yellow.

“you and mattheo civil now?”

“define your idea of civil.”

“well, you’re not dead, so I assume you two are as civil as civil gets in mattheo’s terms.”

he scoffs, “yeah, well, let’s hope mattheo and his father are on the same page and I don’t end up dead in the next week.”

over a month ago, some of lorenzo’s boys hijacked a truck everyone was told specifically not to mess with despite the fair amount of profit that could come from it. and unfortunately, they dug themselves an already deep hole, deeper by obtaining the truck through a casualty.

lorenzo had received the blame, despite it having nothing to do with him other than the men being under his supervision and responsibility. he had to pay for it, and he did…

“you’re on the higher end of things, he won’t kill you.”

“that’d be the exact reason for him to kill me,” lorenzo corrects you. “I’m on the higher end for a reason, i can’t fuck up.”

you press your lips into a thin line at the thought of his words. mattheo’s beating must’ve really enlightened lorenzo because there was rarely ever a moment you caught him in such a grave mood where he was so in touch with reality.

his attitude on life was light and so unserious; you were unsure on how mattheo even recruited him when that was the exact opposite that this job sought out for. but then again, the boy recruited all of you.

“then don’t fuck up,” he laughs lightly, but it’s caught in the back of his throat. “again.”

“great advice, y/l/n,” he glances at you, “really got that one on the nose.”

“don’t be a douche,” you slap him lightly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, lo. you’re alive, you’ll stay that way too as long as you don’t press your luck.”

“hard to press my luck when I don’t have any in the first place.”

you gaze at the side of his face, attempting to gage the general emotion or even thought process going through his head, but there was nothing. not even his usual perma-smile could be found.

***

“someone approached me awhile ago-“

“who?”

“doesn’t matter who—a clients girlfriend,” lorenzo is anxious, pacing back and forth before all of you in the backyard of mattheo’s home. “i was offered a deal.”

you wince immediately.

lorenzo had collected the whole lot of you; everyone except mattheo. you all sat on his back deck, fixating between the full beautiful greenery backyard of the riddle home and lorenzo, who hadn't spoken till now.

a deal.

he should’ve stopped there.

“a deal?” blaise arched a brow, now leaning on his forearms that rest on his knees. “what kind of deal?”

you all knew exactly what type of deal it was.

enzo’s eyes don’t reach any yours, but he’s stopped pacing, wondering whether he should really speak it now.

don’t say it.

“immunity,” he says it flat out, bringing truth to all of your thoughts. but he doesn’t seem ashamed to this with the way he looks at each and every one of you in the eye finally. “she said once we all get impounded, there’s a way out for me.”

once. not if.

“i tell them everything. i rat every single one of you out and i’m given immunity.”

you all look up at him like he’s crazy. and he is; to be speaking like this to a bunch of mobsters—threatening the entirety of their life and business is crazy.

“we get thirty years plus. there’s no doubt. they get us and we’re already laid in our graves before trial because what we’ve done is absurd-“

“are you saying you’re a rat, berkshire?”

“no,” he shakes his head fast. “no, not at all.”

“that’s not what i’m hearing,” draco shakes his head. “i’m hearing you’re getting nervous with all this recent snooping of the feds and you’re fuckin’ rat.”

“fuck off, malfoy. i’m just telling you what i was told. i’m not a goddamn rat. i’d have to be mental to give up all we’ve done-“ his hand finds his forehead and he’s pacing again. “fuck if i even remember half of it.”

you’re all back to silence, thinking about this. rat or not, this did not look good for him.

your eyes suddenly settle on the light and distant bruising under enzo’s eyes; finally healing. you think about mattheo beating in his face over and over, and then you think about what he’d do if he ever found out about lorenzo’s offer.

“they have a lot of shit on mattheo.”

you all look back up to lorenzo now, a certain interest now crossing each of you again.

“what type of shit exactly?”

“type of shit you don’t get parole with… or out of jail for that matter,” he looks even more stressed than before. “she said the rest of you could have chances of a life after serving. not him.”

this wasn’t a surprise. mattheo always had a quality that none of you did when it came to getting things done; something sociopathic. he always took risk without question of consequence. he moved in silence, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, he always got things done faster than all of you combined.

so if mattheo did something beyond all of your usual tasks, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“i mean that makes sense, matty’s been at this longer than the rest of us,” you reasoned it out, only to be stopped immediately.

“no, you don’t understand,” enzo shook his head.

“what exactly are we not understanding here, enzo? you seem to know something, so why don’t you just spit it out,” theodore sits up, speaking for once. there’s obvious annoyance and distaste in his mouth as he stares at the boy before you with a narrowed look.

lorenzo pauses, looking back at him with the same look. you can tell there’s a thought process behind his eyes, and his anxiousness is slowly melting away.

“you know, where do you guys think this is all going? genuinely. you think we’re going to spend the next couple of months running clubs, collecting money, and beating up the occasional person that’s late on their payments for fun?” lorenzo has turned sour, looking at each of you almost as if he hates you all for your ignorance. “this is for life, and we’re only at the beginning point.”