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—anti-hero

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you hate that you’re so emotional about everything, but draco secretly loves you for it

warnings: none

“hey, guys” your voice was soft and rather quiet, but still loud enough to achieve immediate silence from your boyfriend and his friends.

draco and you had been dating for more than a year now, but you were still not sure his friends even liked you or just tolerated you at most.

“love” draco nodded, a pleased smile on his lips, as he made space for you between him and blaise.

the pairing of the two of you was quite unexpected to say the least. no one in the castle had expected draco malfoy, a slytherin through and through, to fall in love with the sweetest hufflepuff in his year, not even you. you were surprised yourself, when he had one day come to the greenhouse, asking you out for a butterbeer. the rest was history.

“how is you project going?” draco asked.

“well, it’s a bit harder than expected, i have to admit” you shrugged, but draco shook his head.

“nothing you wouldn’t be able to overcome”

“you’re flattering me”

“yeah” blaise exclaimed annoyed “please stop, your guys’ flirting gets on my nerves”

draco and you exchanged a look. “sorry” you quickly excused “i didn’t mean to annoy you”

blaise shook his head, absentmindedly telling you it was fine, before he continued biting down his toast. enzo threw a smile in your direction.

“ignore him” he grinned “he’s been bitter all morning”

“oh what happened?” you asked, rather worried.

draco softly connected your hands, shaking his head at you and whispering something along the lines of telling you about it later.

“oi, we might as well tell her, malfoy” mattheo rolled his eyes, making it evident that he heard every single word.

“i’m not sure if—“ draco tried to say, but was quickly interrupted by mattheo, who leaned over the table as if he had interesting information for you.

“he’s been rejected by tara gallagher”

“oh” you muttered, unsure what to respond.

“seems like someone doesn’t have what it takes to charm a hufflepuff” theo muttered and you turned you head in his direction, surprised that he had even listened to the conversation, as he was busy, reading a book about defense against the dark arts.

“well, not everyone has the privilege to have malfoy as their last name” enzo shrugged, as he added the words laughing.

blaise rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. you looked back and forth between draco’s friends, unsure if the conversation was going in the right direction.

you hated when the topic would fall on draco’s and your relationship. the slytherins would often make jokes about your unlikely pairing, as if it wasn’t already hard enough for you to believe that someone like draco could really love someone like you.

“maybe draco could give you a few tips” enzo grinned and you bit down on your lip.

“yeah, or maybe tara gallagher is just too clever to believe everything i tell her” the words had left blaise’ mouth before he had really thought about the implication they would have about you and draco. just when you thought it was only you thinking in that direction, he quickly threw a hand over his mouth, spotting a regretful look.

“y/n” enzo muttered when he noticed your teary eyes.

draco’s smile died down as he turned his head and noticed the look on your face.

“sorry” you quickly apologized, as you swung your legs over the bench.

“i’m sorry” blaise quickly tried to interfere, but you were already hurrying down the row to the door of the great hall.

“you’re really amazing at talking to girls” theo stated sarcastically “when you don’t make them cuss you out, you make them cry”

“i’m sorry—“

“—you better be” draco interrupted blaise.

“—but she’s just so sensitive. i mean i wasn’t even speaking about her”

“well, the implication was right there” enzo shrugged “you could’ve been a bit more considerate"

"i'm going to search for my girlfriend before you have time to insult her some more"

"i told you i was sorry"

"safe it" draco shook his head, standing up.

"tell y/n we're sorry about blaise" theo said sympathetically.

draco nodded, before he stormed out of the hall, trying to make you out. you were hiding in a dark corner, face in your hands when he found you.

"hey" draco cooed, taking your hands in his and lifting them from your face. "don't cry, love"

"i'm sorry" you sobbed and draco's face softened. he took you into his arms, trying to calm you down. you stopped crying eventually, while he was rubbing circles on your back.

"i'm sorry about what blaise said" draco apologized when you were calm enough to listen to him. "i don't think he meant it like that, you know?"

"it's not blaise" you said honestly, shaking your head.

"oh" draco said surprised, furrowing his brows. "then what is it? there has to be a reason for you to be upset"

"that's just the problem, draco" you said softly "i don't think i have a good reason, i never do"

"what are you talking about, love?"

"i hate that i am like this" you admitted, trying to escape his eyes.

"like what?" draco wondered, worry evident on his face "there's nothing wrong with you, you're perfectly normal"

"but, i'm not" you argued "i hate they way i always start crying and am upset at nothing, it's exhausting and must be much more for you"

"oh, love"

"and i get that might be the reason that your friends don't like me" you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying yet again "they must think i'm acting like a baby"

"but they do like you"

"they're always quiet when i'm around"

draco looked away quickly before his eyes were back on you a second later "that might be my fault" he admitted "when we started dating i told them to behave when you would be there, i didn't want you to be uncomfortable at the way they normally are"

"oh, so you even had to tell them to tone it down, because i would be too sensible?" you whispered softly, the tears threatening to spill yet again.

"no, love" draco shook his head, touching your shoulders as you looked up at him with big eyes. "i thought they would ruin my chances with you. not because you are too sensible, just because they can be real idiots and would probably scare any girl away"

"except for pansy" you shrugged, a smile playing on your lips.

"yeah" draco laughed, happy that you weren't as sad anymore "she would probably scare them away first anyway"

you giggled at his words. he touched your face, rubbing your tears away softly. "don't cry anymore, yeah?" he asked "you're perfect the way you are. actually i fell in love with you because you're so sensible, while i wouldn't directly call the way you are sensible"

you smiled up at him with hope at your eyes. "what would you call it?"

"empathetic" draco smiled "i have never seen someone being so concerned about the well-being of bugs"

"i pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small" you recited.

"exactly" draco nodded, kissing your forehead "you're the most caring person i know and i don't think having strong emotions is wrong in any way"

"you really fell in love with me because of it?" you asked "i always thought it was something you were able to ignore or tolerate, not something you liked"

"how could i not? i was a goner after i saw you build a bed for the bug" he laughed "i should've told you, but i assumed you knew, forgive me, love"

"don't be sorry" you kissed his cheeks "i hated myself for it for the longest time, but knowing that you actually like it changes everything"

"i don't just like it, i love you for it"

"i love you too" you smiled.

"and i do think the guys like you" draco nudged your elbow "you should've seen the way theo and enzo chewed out blaise and how sorry the poor fella was. they even told me to tell your they were sorry on his behalf and blaise was apologetic too"

"he didn't do anything wrong"

"he could've been more considerate" draco shrugged "should we go back? we don‘t have to, if you're not comfortable"

"i'd like to finish my breakfast"

"good" draco nodded, taking your hand and leading you back to the table.

blaise immediately apologized several times when he noticed you, even after you had told him it was fine. the rest of breakfast was much more enjoyable with the guys feeling more comfortable now that they knew you were alright.

you were glad to have such a loving boyfriend and draco was glad that you were alright.

you cried a lot less during the weeks to follow, a result of you growing more comfortable around draco's friends and also becoming friends with them too.

after draco had told them they didn't have to behave differently when you were around the ice got broken and they weren't as reserved anymore.

theo and you would often study together. he was good in potions and you were good in astronomy so you would constantly help each other.

it turned out that both blaise and you were giant quidditch fans and were actually fans of the same team. you often spent time talking about past games or different players you liked. he even gifted you a scarf in your team's color for your birthday.

pansy, mattheo and you would occasionally visit hogsmeade together, spending the whole day in honey-dukes, testing the newest snacks and sweets and deciding on your favorite sorts or flavours.

you learned that enzo was obsessed with plants and flowers so you often got him seeds to plant and helped him in the garden.

draco was glad that you had finally settled into the group and that you weren't so afraid of your feelings anymore that you actually had the time to notice that they all found you lovely, even if they would occasionally joke about your ability to start crying so easily, especially during a sad movie.

blaise never made an annoyed remark about your emotional side again and you were happy to finally feel better about yourself and the way that you were.

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@mqstermindswift

—mine

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: your’s and theo's relationship throughout the years

warnings: canon typical violence near the end, mentions of the war, blood and death

note: feel free to request stuff for the christmas calender!!

theo was startled by a sudden voice who called out his name, he turned around, the book he was about to push into the empty space still in his hand. 

"nott" you had muttered, arms crossed and the surprised expression on his face when he turned around had almost made you lose it. you quirked a brow at the missing reaction. "i guess you don't even know my name?" 

"sorry" theo winced and you could see how umcomfortable he was simply because he knew nothing about the person standing in front of him. 

"don't feel too bad" you shrugged. "didn't know yours until you borrowed my favorite book for four weeks and i had to beg madam pince to tell me the name of the person who had it" 

"well, sorry again" theo held the book in your direction. "you can have it now, if you still want it" 

you completely ignored the book, until theo sighed and put it back in the empty space on the shelf where it belonged. "guess not" he muttered to himself. 

"so, tell me, theodore nott" you followed him back to the table with his things. "what tempts a guy like you to borrow a book like that?" 

"well, without meaning to insult you, i'd say it is more male literature than female isn't it?"

"you're a moron if you really think something like female or male literature exists" you sat down in the chair across from him. "i wouldn't declare sherlock holmes as male literature, more preciously i would say that most boys are too daft to even understand half the things arthur conan doyle mentions and to your information i'm taking great insult to whatever the hell you just said"

"geez" theo's eyes had widened, he found you a bit odd, annoying even, but he couldn't help but feel all the same intrigued. "like what you just said isn't an insult. most boys are too daft, huh?" 

"maybe daft is a bit too harsh, i admit that" you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, "but i'd say most are too impatient to read those books, yes"

"well, you're not wrong about that" theo nodded "i can't remember the last time one of my friends touched a book that wasn't part of a class" 

"that's quiet sad, i'd say"

"i agree" theo smiled. "so, now that we're on the same page, do you mind telling me your name? i feel like i deserve to know it"

"no" you grinned just as the smile vanished from his face. "i decide when you deserve to know, theodore nott" you left him sitting there, speechless about the sudden rejection. 

you never actually told theo your name. he only found out when you managed to borrow the memoirs of sherlock holmes for two months straight. 

the next time that the two of you talked was a few months later, at the beginning of december. snow had fallen and the hogwarts grounds had turned into a beautiful white landscape. 

the snow was poudry, but you managed not to slip as you made your way through it. your body tightly wrapped in layers of clothing, the thick ravenclaw scarf almost reaching up to your eyes as the falling snow hit your face. 

"not the right weather for a stroll, is it?" theodore nott had caught up to you, not exactly spotting the right outfit for the wuthering cold. 

"well, i know there's a reason you're a slytherin and not a ravenclaw, but i would've expected you to be just a little smarter, nott" 

theo looked down on his clothes just as you did. "i was actually just going for a smoke"

"in the middle of a mild snowstorm?" you quirked a brow. "i'd say it's not the right weather to be doing that either"

"you're a real know-it-all" 

"tell me something new, nott" you rolled your eyes "it's exhausting to always be right, you know?"

"i bet it is" theo shrugged sarcastically. "there had to have been a reason you got sorted into ravenclaw"

"well, as said before, i can see why you weren't" you shrugged with a grin. 

theo sighed. "another dig at the outfit, really?" 

"well, considering you're standing here discussing with me and getting yourself wet, i'd say i'm allowed to keep judging your outfit" 

"fair point" theo nodded and you were surprised he gave up so easily. "are you coming or what?" he asked, ready to walk back inside.

"no" you shook your head "you go ahead though, wouldn't want you catching a cold, who would faint during potions then and entertain the rest of the class?"

"hey, that was one time" he called, as you walked away "how did you even hear about that, we're not in the same potions class?"

you just shrugged and send him a smile over your shoulder. he was standing in front of the doors to the castle, soaked from head to toe and you had to admit, theodore nott was a (beautiful) sight for sore eyes. 

it wasn't like you minded theo's company, but you noticed how he started hanging around the places you frequently visited during the weeks to come. 

theo had it especially easy when he realized that you stuck to your routines during the week, making it impossible for him to miss you once he had figured it out. 

monday and wednesdays after class were spent in the library, doing homework or reading a book from your list. tuesdays you helped madam pomfrey in the infirmary, healing minor injuries or filling up medicine cabinets. thursdays were reserved for your friends, playing card games or just spending time together in the common room, you always found something to do. 

fridays were flexible and you often decided what to do spontaneously. sometimes you did a little tutoring, on other fridays you helped madam pince sort through books and put them back where they belonged or you continued reading the book you had begun reading that week. saturdays and sundays were for remaining homework, hogsmeade visits and drafting letters to send back to your family on the start of the next week. 

"you're not being slick, you know that?"

it was a friday and you were putting away books, when theo kept lingering around you, like he had done that past week. 

"what?" he asked, looking up from the book in front of him, a confused tone to his voice, clearly trying to mask that he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"well, i was sure you knew stalking was considered a legal offence" you noted.

"stalking?" he repeated. "i'm not stalking you"

"now, you're not not stalking me, are you?" you send a tight-lipped smile in his direction. "i do admit that it might be a question of definition, though" 

"aren't you a bit full of yourself if you think i would be stalking you"

"that was offensive" you rolled your eyes "and i'm pretty sure i'm not imaging you turning up everywhere i went this past week. and considering i didn't know you until a few months ago, i'd say that you only started doing that recently"

"well, i didn't"

"okay, you didn't" your shrugged and turned back to the shelf, reaching for another row of books from the trolley beside you, before you pushed them in a row one after the other. 

theo furrowed his brows, surprised by you just letting him get away like that. he knew he wasn't being slick, hell, he even knew that he was behaving like a stalker. you weren't wrong in the slightest and theo felt a bit called out by your words. but on the other hand, you hadn't said anything about being opposed to the idea that he really did go everywhere you did.

you waved at him, before you pushed the trolley into the next row of shelves. it didn't take long for him to follow, already making a decision in his mind. 

"go out with me" 

if he had startled you, you didn't show it. you didn't even blink at his suggestion, rather ignoring him like he was a fly on the wall, as you continued reaching for books on the trolley.

theo pushed the trolley to the side and stepped into the empty space. the next time you tried to reach for a stack of books, you touched his chest instead. 

"you're still here, nott" you noted the obvious. 

theo had to admit that he was a tad bit unsettled by your ignorance. he wasn't sure if you really hadn't heard him or if you just ignored the question, because he had made you uncomfortable. 

"you know, normally stalkers don't look so scared" you smiled mischievously. 

"i'm not stalking you, but i can understand if my company made you uncomfortable and i apologize if i have gone too far"

"you're a bit weird, you know that?"

"this is a serious topic, y/n" 

you smiled at the honesty in his voice and sighed. "do you really think if you were making me uncomfortable or i was scared of you i would continue to speak to you?" 

"well, no—"

"i'm not a child, theodore nott, i can voice when i'm annoyed, but i respect your manners" you smiled "and if anyone follows me around like a lost puppy, i'm glad it's someone with at least a little intellect"

"little intellect?" theo repeated offended. 

"you might be smarter than i thought, but you're really bad at this" 

"i know" 

"well, would you now let me sort in the rest of these books? you're kind of in the way"

theo, nodded, the disappointment flashing over his features just like a wave of water. "i guess that's a no" 

you waited until he had stepped aside and pushed the trolley back in it's original position. your hands reached for the row of sherlock holmes books and you held them up at him like a trophy. "that means yes, obviously" 

theo spent exactly three days brainstroming what to do for your date. his friends tried their best at helping him, more than interested to finally hear something about the mysterious girl theo had been infuriated with these past weeks. 

"is she that hideous?" blaise asked on the third day of theo's hard thinking.

"what?" theo raised his brows, he had been too deep in thought to even hear his friend.

"blaise just asked if your girlfriend was hideous, i'd hit him if i were you" mattheo shrugged, stiring the pot. it had been a particular slow morning and he had to admit that it would be quiet entertaining to see blaise and theo fight each other. 

"five galleons on blaise" enzo added, before theo was able to say something. 

"have a little faith in him" pansy said next to theo. "he might not look like it, but the boy has a wicked right hook"

"this is just embarrassing" draco threw the newspaper down in front of him. 

"what?" pansy giggled "the newspaper or that theo and blaise are going to slap each other even more stupid"

"take a guess"

"guys" theo sighed, annoyance already taking over the worry that was bubbling inside him. "i'm not going to fight blaise and y/n is not my girlfriend"

"no yet" enzo wiggled his brows.

"y/n, huh?" mattheo said with a mischievous smile.

"oh god" all colour drained from theo's face. "please tell me the two of you didn't hook up with each other"

"close to it" mattheo shrugged. "she tended to my wounds in the infirmary once and i could tell she had the hots for me"

"wasn't she the one who said you had the charm of a troll and the brains to match?" blaise offered with a smirk.

enzo's mouth almost hit the table infront of him by how fast it flew open. "that was y/n?" he giggled.

theo had to smile. "that does sound like something she'd say"

"she sounds lovely" draco nodded sarcastically "but at least she never saw mattheo naked. that does make her at least a little likable"

"i already love her" pansy quickly said, before draco could continue his judging. "seems like she knows how to handle little annoyances" 

"i'm not a little annoyance"

"yeah" theo nodded "you're a quite big one, actually" 

theo couldn't tell what had led him to the idea for your date, but he had known in that moment what the both of you should do. 

"so hot chocolate was your huge idea?" you smiled as you sat down in the booth across from him, the server already putting down two mugs with steaming hot drinks in front of you. 

"i saw how your friends gave you their hot chocolate packages after dinner and figured this might be something you liked" he shrugged "and before you call me a stalker again, i'm just very attentive to those around me"

you giggled as the grandma at the table next to you send you a worried glance at theo's words.

"he's harmless" you laughed in a way to assure her. 

theo managed an awkward wave and the woman turned away quickly.

"well, it seems those around you are very attentive too" you giggled. 

"i'm sorry" theo tried to hide behind his mug, feeling a tad bit ashamed at the awkward encounter, but having to laugh at the same time. 

"don't be" you smiled honestly "rather tell me something i didn't already find out by snooping around"

"you snooped around?" theo exclaimed surprised. 

"i had to get even, after you found out everything about me" you shrugged "i met this lovely boy, i think he goes by the name enzo, who told me a whole lot about you"

"oh god, no" 

"quite interesting to hear about all those things from someone who has no interest in sleeping with me"

"what? i don't—“

"so you don't intend to sleep with me?" you smiled. "don't be ridiculous, theodore nott"

"i'm just not used to being this straightforward, admittedly"

you completely ignored the surprise swinging in his voice and went on with your story. "enzo did give me some exciting information and i wanted to talk about one thing in particular"

theo was ready to close his eyes and open them back up after you had screamed and left him sitting alone at the table. he had to admit that he wasn't particularly proud of his dating history (or lack of) before he met you and he was sure you weren't happy about that either. 

"before you say something" he interrupted you, before you were able to let the words slip past your lips. "i'm not like that anymore, i was young and not interested in a relationship and just wanted a bit of fun—"

"what are you talking about exactly?" you asked, a susprised smile on your face. 

"that wasn't what you wanted to talk about, was it?" theo asked and you shook your head giggling. 

"i mean, don't let me tell you what to talk about" you managed to say between your laughter. "we can talk about your previous hookups if that's something you'd like to discuss"

"i'd rather not" theo shook his head and his cheeks turned rosy. 

"fine" you smiled "now back to my question: how did you manage to play out that prank on professor binns in our third year?"

theo's features relaxed at the simple question and he smiled, recalling the memory. "so it all started with a ridiculous idea from mattheo and me getting roped into something stupid again"

you spent the rest of the night talking and ordering one hot chocolate after the other. there was not one second of awkward silence, even as theo brought you back to your common room. 

"i had a lot of fun tonight" theo smiled, hands sinking into the pockets of his trousers. 

you had admired how well dressed he was when he had come to get you in the afternoon. 

"me too" you said honestly. "i can't wait for the next one"

"so there will be a next one?" 

"don't be ridiculous, theodore nott" you smiled, before telling the password to the eagle ontop of the door. "of course there will a next one" you slipped into the common room and away from the smiling boy in front of it. 

"are they weirder than you?" 

the voice startled theo, as he was standing in front of the shelf in the library. he turned around, not surprised that it was you who had asked that question. you mostly started your conversations in the middle, without so much as a hello or some kind of warning. 

"what?" theo wasn't sure what else to ask.

"you friends of course" you shrugged, like that had been obvious "we've been together for a month and i've never even met them" 

"well, you have met them" theo corrected. "like in the hallways or during dinner" 

"you know what i mean, theodore" you rolled your eyes. "i don't think a grunting sound could be classified as me meeting someone"

"that's just blaise, honestly" theo muttered "but pansy waved to you during dinner more than three times now"

"theo" you pushed "either something is completely wrong with them or me and i'd like to know what it is, now" you sighed, before you added "just say if you're ashamed of me or something, i know i can be a bit rude to people i don't know"

"tesoro" theo sighed "i'm sorry that i let you think that. they're just annoying, that's all"

"and you thought they would scare me away?" you smiled, touching his cheeks with your hands. "you stalked me for weeks and i'm still dating you, aren't i?"

"that's never gonna be funny" he called after you, as you walked out of the library. "fine, breakfast at the slytherin table for you tomorrow" 

"aye, aye" 

"she's not hideous" was the first thing you heard when you sat down at the table the next morning. 

"well, you aren't either, zabini" you smiled, not even fazed by his assumption. "even though theo warned me about you" 

"burn!" enzo called, exchanging a high five with pansy. 

"i'm so glad we finally get to meet" pansy smiled. "i've just been waiting to have another girl around, it sometimes gets to much with all the testosterone"

"i don't know how you manage, honestly" you smiled.

to say theo's friends and you hit it off immediately would be an understatement. it took approximately ten minutes for you to become part of the group. enzo and you had been friends before, unlikely study partners, after you had helped him on a potions assignment once. pansy was ready to keep you by her side for the rest of the year and even blaise took a quick liking to you.

mattheo and draco were harder to break. mattheo, still having a pretty hurt ego about you turning him down the year before, was sure that you were just dating theo to get back at him for whatever reason and draco was just not interested to have any relationship past a simple hello and goodbye. 

you didn't mind their antics, even if theo repeatedly apologized for it. 

yours and theo’s relationship lasted for exactly two years. theo broke up with you one day after your anniversary.

the break up was painful, the fight that followed even more and still, you held him that evening, both of you understanding the severity of your situation and the war that was waiting to happen.

“theo” you cried, rushing through the ruins of the courtyard just months later. 

you had been on different sides after all. you had followed harry potter into the war and theo had been bound to his father and to the promise the man had given to the dark lord. just like draco, mattheo, pansy, blaise and enzo. 

your friends had gotten lost in the fight and despite not being supposed to, you were desperately screaming for them. 

you ran back into the castle, not having found theo outside. you send curses at the death eaters that tried approaching you, having more luck than an actual plan. you were simply determined to find him. 

you were thrown down to the ground as the doors of the room of requirement suddenly appeared and flew open. just as quickly as they had opened, they closed again, spitting out people in the procress, before the fire was tamed behind the doors. 

harry potter, hermione granger and ron weasley were standing up from the ground slowly, black powder darkening their cheeks and clothes. 

it took a moment for you to realize who the other two people were, as you quickly got up from the ground. 

draco was breathing just as heavily as blaise was, both trying to fill their lungs with air. 

“oh god” you mumbled, before you finally started moving, your legs guiding you into the direction of your friends, falling into their arms and pressing them close to you. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” you cried. 

blaise and draco held onto you just as tight, not being able to let you go as they cried into your hair.

“be honest, draco” you said when you broke the hug, completely ignoring the trio next to you. 

“theo” draco muttered, knowing what you were talking about immediately. blaise and him exchanged a look. 

“is he dead?” you asked, heartbreak already burning in your limbs and throat. you were ready to mourn, ready to lose your life just like him. he had died for the wrong cause, but you hoped, heart heavy in your chest, that death was more forgiving than his life had been. 

“we don’t know” blaise finally said. “we got seperated in the halls, theo—he was looking for you i think”

“i have to find him” you muttered, touching each hand of the boys in front of you. “stay safe” you kissed both of their cheeks, before you turned on your heel, running down the corridor opposite of where you had come from. 

“theo!” you called once more, running up the stairs and through various hallways, hopeless to ever receive an answer.

“y/n” a voice called and you almost crumbled from the surprise it reached you with. hope was hard to keep and you had thought, really thought, that he was dead. 

theo wasn’t dead, but close to it. he was laying on the ground, his back against the wall, while the rest of his body was bathing in his own blood. his cheeks were empty of any colour, lips dry and almost blue as he looked up at you with tired eyes. 

“oh god” you muttered in shock, slipping onto the ground beside him, your uniform soaking up the blood like it was water in the lake. your hands touched his chest and the big glass shard that was stuck inside of it. theo hissed in pain. “sorry, sorry” you whispered. 

“they surprised me as i came down the corridor” he explained. “i was looking for you”

“you found me now” you whispered once more. 

“i don’t think they meant to do this” sweat dripped from his forehead. “they were kids, not older than fourteen, but they left and they took my wand”

“oh god” you repeated as you shook your head, holding his face in your blood soaked hands and kissing his lips softly.

“i thought you were dead” tears slipped over his cheeks and you shook your head crying. 

“i’m gonna help you” you said quickly, before reaching for your wand and using it’s magic to extract the glass from theo’s body. he was winding on the ground, the pain probably unbearable. but you had to do this in order to help him. he would heal, he would survive and that was all that mattered to you in this moment. 

“i don’t want to fight” theo cried “not for them, not against you” 

“i know, my love, i know”

the healing had begun, slowly but surely his wound closed up, only leaving behind the blood around you and the worry on your face.

“come on” you said, as soon as he looked less pale. you took his hand and he followed you through the corridors of the castle, standing next to you when you had to fight death eaters, even beginning to send curses himself. 

“you don’t have to fight, theo” you called over the loudness of the fight. “confringo! i don’t want you to fight against him” 

“i’m not leaving you” theo called back, his voice nearly drowned out by the deatheater across from him, who was screaming curses and uttering threats about theo’s betrayal at the same time. “he doesn’t mean anything to me”

“what?” you send the deatheater flying against the wall, effectively knocking him out. your wand was now facing theo's death eater too.

“i don’t care for my father” theo said, before he too send the man flying. “i only care for you and your well being”

you made sure it was safe, before you pulled him in and kissed him so passionately that you almost forgot you had ever been apart. “don’t ever let me go again, theodore nott” 

“i wouldn’t dare, y/n l/n” 

you took his hand, walking back into the entrance hall, looking if you were needed anywhere. that’s when you saw them coming over the bridge. 

“he’s here” you said, pushing theo behind you if there was really anything you could do to save him. “he’s—“ you paused, as the both of you walked closer up behind the rows of people already standing in the courtyard.

“harry…?” your voice was quiet, as you adressed the boy you had put all your hope in. someone you hadn’t known well, not well enough to be on first name basis, but what did it matter now that he was. what was he?

“harry potter is dead!” voldemort announced loudly, while the deatheaters broke into laughter. 

ginny weasley dashed forward with a heartbreaking scream. “no! no!”

“stupid girl! harry potter is dead, from this day forth you put your faith in me” you looked down onto the ground in front of you and then back at theo, who looked like he was being painfully tortured by voldemorts words. he too had set his hope into harry.

“it’s done” you said softly. “the war is over”

“we lost”

“harry potter is dead!” voldemort repeated once more “and now is the time to declare youself. come forward and join us.. or die”

your ears were drenched out by the wailing sound in your head. it was loud that you missed everything neville said. you pressed your eyes close, wishing to be anywhere else. to be free from this destiny, but you knew you could never just leave. you wouldn’t be able to leave all these people behind. 

it was theo‘s voice that woke you from your half sleeping state. the word he muttered was foreign on his tongue, but ignited a flame inside of you immediately. 

“harry”

your eyes snapped open like a gun shot had rung through the air. but it wasn’t the sound of a gun. it was harry potter, who was running and firing spells at voldemort. you just had seconds to react, before the fight broke out again, no end in sight. 

you had never thought to be happy that a war continued.

but continuation meant that you hadn’t lost yet. there was a chance to win as long as harry potter was alive. 

when voldemort finally dies, it’s nothing like you ever imagined. he bursts into the air, pieces by pieces disappearing until only his wand is left. 

the deatheater in front of you let’s his wand fall to the ground and you don’t have any interest to finish the job as you sank into theo‘s arms. content is flashing through your body and immediate tiredness is dragging you down. theo holds you as all your weight crashes against him. 

you‘re tired of fighting and of war and death and fear. there is nothing in your head, apart from the thought that you will never have to endure all of that again.

theo and you went away after the war.

you travelled europe for a year, before you came back to hogwarts to finish the school year you were still missing. 

theo got a job at the ministry, you started working at hogwarts. he proposed to you the day that you signed the contract. 

your wedding was beautiful. pansy and luna were your bridesmaids. draco and mattheo were theo‘s groomsmen. all of your friends were there. you had even invited the golden trio, it was only thanks to them that the both of you were still alive and able to celebrate your connection.

“you lost your bow again, robin!” theo picked up the little pink bow and clipped it to his suit, knowing that your daughter was way too busy to even hear him call for her. 

“maybe you should just give up” you suggested, picking up luke who was softly hitting your leg, seemingly tired of walking. 

“but she looks so cute with it!” theo protested, the disappointment sipping from his voice as he pushed the trolley through the wall. 

“it‘s no use if she always loses them” you shrugged. “what is it? like the tenth one you’ve gotten her in the past month alone? just wait until she’s older, love”

theo sighed, but nodded at your suggestion. 

“grace, robin” you called, looking around the people in front of you to spot your girls. 

“well, lucky you’ve got me” mattheo popped up next to you, robin in his arms, as he threw a wink in your direction. 

“why are you even here, mate?” theo asked annoyed “you didn’t have any children the last time i checked”

“well, theres still a few women we’re not a hundred percent sure about yet” pansy joked as she appeared in front of you. “hey sweetheart” she kissed your cheek, before she took luke out of your arms. 

“haha” mattheo rolled his eyes. “i was just accompanying my nieces and nephew’s like a good godfather and uncle should do”

“nope” theo shook his head. “you’re still not grace’s godfather, one daughter of mine has to be enough, riddle” 

“yeah, yeah” mattheo shook his head, clearly not caring about anything theo said “we’ll get there eventually”

“no, we won’t, that’s the point—“ 

“hello nott” blaise greeted, draco following, scorpius and grace behind him. you sighed in relief, glad you daughter had not gotten lost.

“blaise” theo nodded, while you went around the trolley, hugging both men. 

“amazing style choice” blaise pointed against his chest and theo's eyes fell down on his own chest, having completely forgotten about the bow he had pinned there. “looks great on you, mate”

“it’s robin’s”

“sure, keep telling yourself that” blaise said with a sarcastic smile “i heard denial is a river in egypt, y/n”

you giggled, but promptly stopped when theo elbowed you. “you’re my wife. mine” he muttered between clenched teeth, but clearly joking. 

draco took a look on his watch. “there are places we have to be, aren’t there?” he set a hand on both scorpius’ and grace’s shoulder, who were talking to each other excitedly.

“of course” you nodded, following your friends to the platform and hugging your daughter so close, as if that might make her leaving a little less hard. “stay with scorpius, sweetheart. stick together, the both of you” you advised. 

“i think isaac was trying to safe a department for the three of you” blaise told you daughter, who smiled gratefully. 

“yes, mum” grace nodded, before you swapped places with theo, who was already crying. 

“write to me every week, honey!” he declared. “stay far away from professor trewlaney and close to your mother as soon as she’s back at work”

“theo” you shook your head “she should have space to develop” you watched grace and scorpius board the train, waving as it slowly left the station.

“i’ve seen people develop at hogwarts!” he shook his head “it lead to a pregnancy in your case, tesoro”

blaise and draco choked on their spit simultaneously.

“that was after i became a teacher and you know it, dear husband”

mattheo held robin away from him, to take her in fully. “were you made there too?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone in particular.

“mattheo!” draco, pansy and you scolded loudly. 

“hey guys!” enzo appeared behind you suddenly, startling all of you. “oh no, they’re already off, aren’t they?” 

you nodded sadly, feeling sorry for the poor bloke who couldn’t arrive on time if his life depended on it.

“half an hour too late” draco exclaimed with a look at his watch. “as always”

“well you know the traffic is being a bitch” enzo slapped a hand to his mouth, before he took a quick look at evie next to him. “sorry, love. well everything’s been a b-word since jacky started forcing me to use muggle transportation.”

“i do not envy you one bit” mattheo shrugged.

“well, evie” enzo shrugged “the train is gone, but i hear that the weasleys have this super cool car, that—“

“no!” you shook your head, taking the little girls hand in yours. “i’ll take her!” 

“so get-together at yours or what, nott?” mattheo asked “gonna have to know which of your kids were conceived in hogwarts” 

“mattheo!” all of you scolded at the same time.

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.

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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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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pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. mattheo can’t help but want his best mates girl and couldn’t be more thrilled when he finds out the attraction goes both ways

warnings. foul language, smut; degradation, creampie, cheating

ricky rocks. 🪺 it kills me that this story has a community label

the one thing mattheo couldn’t have in his life, he never thought it’d be a girl.

girls came easy, but they were never anything that came to mind too much; he had other things to worry about, things to do.

but he’d never thought that that girl, the girl he wanted, would be one of his best friends girl.

none of his friends were ever loyal, none of them except theo. he was a sucker for those long term relationships because the type of girls who were only looking for one night stands and hook ups made him annoyed and had more issues than he could deal with, it was too bad he got stuck with one exactly like that.

you loved theo, more than anyone, but old habits died hard. especially with all of theo’s friends breathing down your neck, begging for a taste.

but you never gave in, not until mattheo.

when you first met him, he didn’t say a word to you. you weren’t even aware of him half the time, his presence was forgettable till your eyes always seemed to find his and his body always seemed to be pressed up against yours in your dreams.

it soon became very obvious who you wanted and he knew it when he was no longer the one initiating the starring—giving him the go ahead to push your buttons.

“i’ll fuck you straight.”

“yeah, you wish riddle,” you starred back at him with a challenging look, “good luck on getting the chance.”

he scoffed, “you act like you’re so loyal.”

you immediately frowned in annoyance, “and you act like you’re all that.”

he smiled, leaning over to your level, “because i am.”

you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down with what looked like disgust, “hop off your throne, riddle. i love my boyfriend.”

“it sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re looking at me,” he tipped his head slightly, a fake expression of thought coming over his face, “you better work on that, y/n, otherwise i’m not going to be the only one who notices.”

he walked away, but some part of you wished he hadn’t and that the looks you two shared, would be caught on to, so you could just get it over with and finally get to fuck him.

that came sooner rather than later—but not how you thought. the opportunity was practically handed to the two of you when half the boys were out for gallivanting down in the forbidden forest and theo had told you to wait for him in the common room.

it was too bad he was running late.

“why don’t you sit down?” mattheo’s stare was narrowing and studying as he motioned you to sit in the big black leather chair across from him. “you’ve got a while longer to wait.”

you scoffed, “alright, but i’m sure theo-“

“who cares about theodore, he’s probably fucking around with a blonde from ravenclaw, anyway.”

the sentence caught you off guard and made you slightly pause as you sat down. you sure he was just messing with you, but with the right motivation and pressure, theo could get convinced into anything—maybe even fucking around with a blonde ravenclaw.

“he wouldn’t do that.”

“right, because you’re the cheater in the relationship.”

you scowled at him, but your cheeks turned hot at the truth of his words. he knew you well for some reason. he knew you weren’t honest—never in any relationship had you ever been in—and he knew you were also easily pressured into things.

“why don’t you show me something,” he nodded toward you, “don’t try to hide your true colors now that we’re alone.”

“piss off.”

“now don’t he so harsh.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking, thinking how wrong this was but still stood up from your seat across from him, and you still slowly glided toward him while your fingers grasped the top buttons of your pure white blouse, “don’t tell.”

“no promises,” he grinned, sipping from the bottle of booze he held as you were now in front of him, slowly leaning before him still teasing the unbuttoning of your shirt.

“mattheo,” you whined, but still continuing with your actions, giving him a peak of your black laced bra. “you’re not being nice.”

he pulled you to his lap roughly, causing you to gasp as you were now straddling him, “why would i?” his fingers reached where yours were, helping you unbutton the material of your shirt, “you’re so damn teasing all the time.”

you rocked your hips forward, pouting at his words, “shame.” mattheo’s breath became uneven for the slightest second, his eyes dragging up to yours at the feeling of your heat pressing onto his cock.

“you’re a fucking, cunt,” he scoffed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. “don’t act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”

“sure, mattheo,” you tauntingly smiled, rocking back and forth again before pressing your lips against his. he immediately kissed back, his hands slowly pulling the blouse from your arms.

he smelled good and he felt good—you felt you could barely get enough despite how close he was with his arms wrapped around you now, pulling you closer and closer till his chest was pressed against yours.

he was making you desperate, real desperate with his taunting that you could barely keep up the returning taunting facade.

“let me cum in your mouth, yeah?” he pulled away and was already unbuckling his belt from beneath you, cuing you to get off the chair and to your hands and knees as he stood, “be a good girl, suck me off, y/n.”

you nodded slowly, deciding whether if this was really okay… but you suddenly didn’t care, especially when your mouth started watering the moment his cock sprung from his boxers, thick and waiting for you.

“ready, love,” he didn’t wait for your words and he barely waited for you; his hips meeting your mouth, eager, “fuck,” you eased your mouth down his length, eyes already watering even before the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat.

“such a fucking good girl,” he grunted, his hand twirling a make shift pony tail of your hair while his head tipped back, his mind filling of bliss with each suck you took. “you love my cock, don’t you?”

he thrusted into your mouth, face fucking you, helping you induce pleasure as you tried to keep up by running and swirling your tongue along his length.

you couldn’t even think to answer, or hum, or anything. you were enjoying it too much and couldn’t help let your mind travel already to fast to the thought of him fucking you.

you could tell he wanted to just by how much enjoyment he was getting from this.

and he pulled out abruptly, leaving spit and precum running down your chin with teary eyes, “let me cum inside you, show theo who really owns your body.”

you let him lay you down against the cold floor, his body hovering over yours as he undone his dress shirt before pulling it off fast with eager fingers, that watched you with dark eyes.

you watched anxiously, your eyes eating every inch of his body and the scars that decorated his tan skin. your chest heaved up and down, your heart pounding, underestimating what he might do with the stare he had.

he gripped his cock, stroking it roughly before laying on your body fully, hiking up your skirt and pushing your parties to the side. he kissed you softly before pushing into you, prompting a sharp whine to resonate from your lips, “take it.”

your hands gripped his shoulders as he slowly inched into you before harshly shoving his full length into your cunt, immediately catching into your sweet spot. a high moan released into the air as your stomach rumbled with pleasure and pain to your walls from just barely getting used to the thickness of his cock.

“fucking whore,” he continued to fuck into you as his mouth began to speak nasty words that made your stomach twist in pleasure, whimpering as he spoke. “you love your boyfriend’s best mate using you like a doll?”

you gasped as his hand caught your face, gripping it harshly, “of course you do,” he smiled devilishly before, slapping the side of your hip, “get on your knees.”

you whimpered as you did so, his hands immediately gripping your hips and continuing to fuck you stupid the moment he pushed into you again. his finger tips pained you as he pressed hard enough to leave bruises.

“i want him to know who fucked you this good,” his hand grasped your throat, pulling you closer to his body as his mouth hovered over your ear before sucking and biting on your neck. “i want him to see what a dirty little whore you are, taking me without denial.”

“mattheo, please,” you whined, grabbing his hand that lied on your hip, “please don’t.”

“don’t what, huh?”

“please don’t leave marks.”

you could feel his cock twitch to the whine of your voice, a grunt resonating from his mouth. he didn’t say a word to reply but began to savor the few minutes left of his high, roughly pumping in and out of you as you moaned—soon coming upon your own.

“who fucks you better, huh?” he leaned back near your face, “me or him, tell me?“

“you mattheo,” you stuttered, feeling your vision go blurry and your limbs grow numb the moment his high came undone and pushed cum deep into your cunt, leaving you marked.

“that’s what i thought.”

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pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. you’ve been hurt by louis many times, but you don’t want to let him go. 

warnings. foul language, lil millie slander 😁, crybaby moment (not bad)

ricky rocks. this story was written at different points in time so 😭 forgive if it don’t make sense

you should have let it be.

ignorance is bliss.

but you weren’t ignorant. you never were and never would be and louis knew that since day one, but he always chose to ignore it, always hoping your love for him would blind you enough to let things go.

but he mistakes your love for something it isn’t, and time after time it kicks him in the ass

11:45 am — y/n: dinner at my house at six

he really only got back to you at later hours of the day due to his life conducting of sleeping, drinking, and sometimes working out if he really wanted; which was rare and almost never till his boredom killed his brain.

4:27 pm — lou: got it.

he didn’t show up. you weren’t surprised, but you still had hoped you would have caught him at a time where he was feeling considerate. guess not.

you didn’t see him for awhile after that, mainly because you were pissed and wanted to give him the silent treatment. otherwise you usually would have been at his house and in his bed within the same day he ditched out on you. the only thing that was different this time was the fact that he also ditched out on your mother too.

it was always hard to explain your dynamic with louis to people, especially your own mother, and even as she loved him dearly, she hoped better for you and urged you to end things with him. you had thought about it many, many times, but it just never happened.

you were attached to him, no matter how many times he broke your heart.

he called a week later, a call you missed, but lucky for you he had left a voicemail.

“eh, love, i’m going to be away from the next couple of days, don’t wait up on me, alright?” he laughs and you smile shamelessly at the sound while it echoed out from your phone for a good second. “i know you will anyways, but yeah, see ya, love ya.” the message is close to cutting off until it seems he remembers something just seconds before he’s about to hang up. “sorry about the other night. tell your mother i love her and your house is the first stop when i get back.”

lie. you knew he would forget that promise, but at least he apologized this time.

lou was an interesting person to say the least; he had no problem saying i love you, he said it before you did, but he hated affection outside of closed doors. any of it, there was a rare chance to ever catch him in such a touchy mood around friends, family, and in public.

he was shitty at communication, but almost couldn’t go a day without you when in the same rural area. he liked to flaunt your relationship all over the internet but got fairly embarrassed whenever the two of you went out on dates.

it was borderline hell.

sometimes you wondered if he even liked you, and you almost doubted it if it weren’t for times when you hung out and the reassurance was there… until he left again. you felt anxious without him.

when you first ever met louis, you tried hard for him. you were always on your toes about how you looked, what you did, what you said—all to make sure no bumps were hit. you spent a significant amount of time crying in the beginning, still did.

“lou, i’m calling,” you bit your lip hard, wondering whether or not you should even be calling. “calling, just wondering if you’re alright, it’s been a week and i just haven’t heard from you… bye love, call me.”

please call me.

he didn’t call.

“louis, calling again, please pick up.”

no pick up.

“i’m starting to worry for you, love. just send a message or something, bye.”

no message.

“louis, i have your life360 location on, you bimbo, answer your fucking phone.”

oh you were crazy.

things escalated fast after you recalled that you had his location, where you immediately checked to see that he was exactly at his house... and then her house.

millie, of course.

you had always had speculation that there was something going on between the two of them ever sense you had first met her and she could barely stay away from him for more than a minute.

he always denied, but you didn’t trust it. especially not now. millie was one of the most flirty girls you had ever met; she spoke with her hands, and could barely keep hers off his arms or shoulders, and even face.

they way he spoke about her never eased your thoughts. it seemed like he didn’t like her, but yet he always found himself at her house whenever he wasn’t with you. it was a punch in the face.

“louis, this is the last time i’m going to call you. i can’t do this. i know what you want, and it’s not me anymore.”

you were cursing at yourself for giving up already, so easily; without a second thought—but the thing was, you had given him so much time. you just didn’t want to let him go, no matter what.

the knock on your door was the answer to your prayers; because two days later, there he stood on your doorstep, smiling softly.

you were losing your mind at the sight, surprised, even though you should have expected him.

“hi, love.”

“oh, louis,” your hand pressed against your forehead, your eyes stinging from embarrassment knowing damn well that the only reason he was here was because of the voicemails.

“don’t cry,” he stepped in without invitation, pulling you to him with a sympathetic smile, “you’re worked up over nothing, baby,”

“oh, my god,” you shook your head, “i’m sorry.” you could feel your heart aching.

“don’t be sorry,” the hand he didn’t have around your waist was pressed against your cheek. his smile was soft but pressed into a thin line, not knowing what to make of you. “don’t be a crybaby, you’re okay.”

crybaby.

“you break my heart sometimes, lou,” you had your head pressed in the crook of his neck, regaining your composure. he held you, rubbing circles on your back as you spoke lowly.

“i know, sweetheart.”

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Hii! I have a request🌼 İt is reader x louis partridge where they are both famous and they have a loooooooongggg interview about their relationship pleasee, and full off fluff if possible

Thank you🖤

Have a great night/morning🥂🌃

couple's questions.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. above

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. the links within the text are reference photos i guess. not very long because idk sorry lol x

who asked who out first?

“me, i did,” louis mumbled right away, rubbing his jaw as you stared up at him with narrowed brows.

“yeah, after millie made you.”

“no,” his own brows narrowed as he looked down to you.

“yes,” you nodded your head, your mouth slightly opened as he stared at you with confused eyes, “lou, she bought your birthday present for me too.”

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

“i have.. none,” louis swiped his nose slightly, bluntly speaking.

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

“lou’s mine,” you held up your phone after unlocking it before showing a facetime photo from when he had fallen asleep on his couch. “he’s also my- well we’re both on my lock screen,” you hit the power button before hitting it again causing the screen to light up and show the two of hugging each other after a day at the beach. “millie also took that,” you smiled before tucking your phone back in your pocket.

“she’s only my lock screen,” he held up his phone, showing a selfie of him having an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind in new york. “my home screen is just me and my sisters.”

you smiled at the thought of the photo as he stuck his phone in his pocket then looking over to you, smiling.

favorite gift one has received/given?

your eyes brightened at the question before looking to louis who was already looking at you, a light laugh flying past his lips. his arm extended behind the two of you, his hand lightly grasping the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze before wrapping around your waist.

“well, i’d say the silver chain that has louis’ name on it, but millie was the one who actually gave it to me, so..” you shrugged your shoulders causing him to lightly roll his eyes before fiddling with the thick gold bracelet on your left wrist that he had a matching pair of on his own wrist, something he bought himself for the both of you.

“she bought me my ‘heaven can wait’ sweater” he said bluntly, “i wear it a lot, but it seems she wears it more than i do.”

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

"you know, before we started dating my closet was filled with clothes, but ever since we've gotten together i only have the option of wearing the same thing every day," his tone is slightly annoyed but has playful banter hidden underneath as he lightly pinches you.

you smile hard, thinking about how much your closet has expanded and how it shouldn't even have to matter whether or not he has clothes at home due to how much louis is at your house in the first place.

over the summer, you both had talked about moving in with each other a lot of the time sense it seemed you both already did at your parents homes. you were almost never apart.

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

“what,” he frowns hard looking to you, “that is such bs, there is no way it’s me.”

“you’re getting annoyed right now,” you grin, extending your pointer finger to him, making his brows furrow more. he stared at you a minute more before slapping your finger down.

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

you both look to each other and you frown slightly in thought. you can tell louis already has his answer by the way he smiles like a sick dog, his hand slapping onto your thigh, "night in."

he's asked 'why' by the interviewer--further extending the grin on his face, "because you can't make out in public."

you scoff, your face beginning to feel hot, "i'd agree, but not... for his reasons."

not totally anyways.

"oh, cmon love," he slightly elbows you in the ribs, "be honest."

"louis, quit being a perv," you shake your head in slight annoyance.

although the two of you do make out, a lot, nights in don't pertain to that idea, totally. you always find time to schedule movie nights, card nights, or even just plainly eat dinner with each others family.

as much as you loved going out, it got harder the more publicity you both faced from recent movies and shows you both did. you couldn't go a minute without a camera being shoved into your face.

what is one thing you both can't live without?

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

"neither can you, sweetheart," his voice is sour as he looks down to you, practically scowling at your insinuation.

"yes i can," you narrowed your brows, "you're such a phone face, lou, you don't even know it."

"since when?"

"since i've met you," you dumbfounded, "anytime i try and communicate to you, it takes about five minutes for you to finally get off your phone and look at me."

he winces a bit, knowing it's true, but he still shakes his head with the kiss of his teeth, "afraid not, love."

"fine, we'll put it down for something we both can't live without."

"no," he shakes his head, "i'm changing mine to you."

your face goes soft, and you look up to him, almost caught off guard, "louis, that's actually so sweet."

"what can i say, i'm a sweet man."

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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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hot and thirsty.

pairings. slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. you would have thought lorenzo would win the dumbest drunk of the year, but blaise proves you wrong.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. i got this idea from a tik tok comment 😭

“will you just fucking cooperate, blaise.”

“why’re you feeling me up like that, mate? i always knew you wanted to fuck me.”

“for fucks sake, perv!” draco shoves blaise off and onto the couch, his face going flush and his look of frustration turning into irritation. “no one here is trying to feel you up.”

to say draco’s patience with drunk people ran low real fast—was an understatement. especially when it came to blaise and enzo, but lucky for him, blaise was the only one shitfaced tonight.

it had to be one in the morning when you had all finally dragged blaise by his collar out of the ravenclaw party. you were surprised none of you had gotten kicked out of the party because that’s how the night always ended, but like said before, blaise was the only one drinking… which you were also surprised by.

“i’m highly surprised you would even say that to me. many women and men would love to feel me up, would even pay,” he eyes draco strangely, like he’s utterly disgusted that draco would diss him like that. “the question is, draco, would anyone want to feel you up, huh? i’m guessing no since you’re with me tonight.”

draco is so obviously done by the way he stares at blaise, it makes you smile, wandering to blaise’s side who now stands, challenging the blonde to say something else.

“whatever, i’m going to bed,” he waves him off, turning on his heel to head up the stairs. “don’t do anything stupid.”

“that’ll be a hard one,” enzo claps his hands before rubbing them together in thought, already formulating a plan on settling the night down. you were surprised by this, lorenzo was usually one to keep the night going, but by the way his sober eyes stared at blaise made you think he more than ready to end it. “let’s get you a glass, right mate?”

“glass of what?” blaise perks up at this idea, almost running to enzo’s side at the recommendation. “i prefer fire whiskey, but a little bourbon, vodka, anything really wouldn’t be minded.”

“i think he means water, sweetheart,” theodore pats his shoulders as he slumps onto one of the couches, “you’ve had more than enough fire whiskey, and everything that you don’t mind tonight.”

you were surprised theo hadn’t followed draco right up those stairs for sleep—he usually was always the first one to tap out from a night out, mostly due to his short tolerance of everyone’s drunk or tipsy state. he almost never drank, he found public intoxication embarrassing and when he did, it was rare and only with your small group.

“sweetheart?” blaise hiccuped, now uneven on his feet as he stared down at theodore. “now you boys are all over me tonight,” he hiccups again, squinting as he tumbled a bit backward while tempting to raise his arms in expression. “don’t worry, there’s enough blaise zabini to go around.”

“isn’t there always?”

“y/n, love, why don’t you get blaise a cup?”

“me,” you raised your brows, surprised to be even noticed in this moment. “oh, i couldn’t, enzo, i’m far too wasted.”

he scowled knowing you were bullshitting, because you hadn’t drank a drop that night and you really just didn’t want to move from your very comfortable spot on the couch.

“oh for fucks sake,” he rolls his eyes.

“you all left rather early,” your heads all turn to see mattheo strolling through the entrance of the common room looking rather disheveled compared to the last time you had all seen him. it made you bite down on your lip to suppress a grin as you shared a look with theodore.

mattheo was very much a drinker despite what he liked to think. although he could handle himself very well and he was far from a light weight—once he got into some fire whiskey, he was gone and always found himself in some trouble. more specifically with a girl.

“i’d say we left rather late,” theo corrected, giving him a knowing smile.

“oh.”

“mattheo, since you’re already up, will you get blaise some water?”

“sure man,” he nodded, wringing the loosely fit tie further away from his neck before looking to theodore, a ghost of a grin lining his lips. “theodore, want to come with?”

“sure.”

they were definitely gossiping. they always did after a party and it was your favorite thing because despite mattheo only ever telling theodore these things, it always made its way back to you because theodore could never keep his mouth shut around you.

you watched theo carefully as he got up and met mattheo’s side before immediately conversing.

“such girls,” enzo shook his head before slouching onto the spot next to you, his head leaning backward in exhaustion. “y’know, i hate being sober. fucking sucks.”

you laugh quietly, shaking your head, “it’s not terrible. it’s actually quite easier when you’re not wasted and threatening to throw up when any minor inconvenience happens to you.”

“shut up,” he shakes his head but still smiles. “it’s not too late to start drinking.”

“amen brother!”

“for you, it is,” enzo’s finger stabs the air at blaise’s voice that sounds randomly around the room. “you need to go to bed.”

he stays silent at that and you wonder what’s going through his mind till he speaks it; “it’s real hot in here, do you all feel it?”

“what are you going on about now,” lorenzo looks up at him, highly irritated while blaise roams around the room, an idea obviously pinned in his mind.

“it’s fucking hot. i might start stripping,” he was already taking off his shirt and there really was nothing either of you could do.

“yeah, you do that man,” enzo lays his head back down against the back of the couch. he didn’t have to worry if blaise was entertaining himself.

nights like this often played out like that; half of you that were sober would end up passing out on the common room couches as blaise and most likely lorenzo and whoever else that was wasted—entertained themselves with random trinkets they found around the room; most likely breaking something.

“awh! we’re looking for water aren’t we? well i have such a fantastic solution, why didn’t we think of this sooner?”

the tone of his voice made you frown, popping your head up slowly as you looked for blaise around the room, “what are you on about—blaise stop!”

you had never hopped to your feet so fast at the sight of blaise attempting to pry open a window before becoming successful, where immediately, water started flowing through the opened crack.

“you fucking fool, what is going through your mind?!”

you can see him fall to his ass as he giggles, watching both you and lorenzo run to shut the window. your finger tips pry against the metal lining of the window, trying to jerk it back into its place, but the pressure of water pouring into the room proved a strong resistance that made movement of the window almost impossible.

“did you forget where exactly we were, you fucker?!”

lorenzo towered over you, attempting the same, but failed just as you did till finally the window sliced through the water like a knife and moved so easily back into its place, closing the gate.

you sighed in relief, turning to slide down the wall where you now saw mattheo and theodore with their wands out with shocked expressions. awh, that’s why it had finally moved.

“dear god, blaise, are you stupid?!“

“save the insults, i just want my glass.”

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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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butting heads.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. you’re jumped and refuse to tell lorenzo what happened.

warning. foul language, a lil violence

ricky is typing… louis is my current obsession. also tried to dye my hair brown and it turned ginger 💀💀💀💀 fml

“who hit you?”

oh, boy.

“doesn’t matter,” you push not only his hands away, but the entirety of his hovering body before this situation could escalate anymore than it had just by him seeing you.

“no,” he shakes his head, turning on the heal of his foot to follow you. “no, what the fuck happened?”

“lo, calm the fuck down.”

he clenched his jaw to the retaliation and sourness in your voice. he rolled his neck in a circle, his head tipped toward the ceiling, refraining himself from blowing up on you.

she’s just mad.

he grabs your arm before you can walk too much farther, pulling you till you were pressed against one of the walls of your room, “you got a bruise on your cheekbone,” he presses the side of his index finger against the dark coloration, almost making you wince. “one right here,” he presses lightly against your jaw, “and blood here,” and then his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

his voice was as quiet as it could get, till; “so don’t tell me to calm the fuck down when you look like you’ve gotten into a pub fight and someone tried to kill you.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from squirming in the tight spot lorenzo had you in.

he continues to look down on you with prying and hard eyes, waiting for you to speak while his fingers still lightly hovered over the tender-bruising flesh of your face.

“act like you’ve never been hit before,” you move from beneath his body somehow, making your way to your dresser.

“but i tell you,” his voice was only getting more aggravated as you protested from saying the truth.“so why don’t you stop being a prude and let out what happened.”

“why do you care?” you’re pulling on one of your sweaters over your head, pressing your lips together immediately in a hard fine line in your own regret to your question.

oh, he was about to pull his hair out of his head, “i’m beginning to ask myself the same thing,” he stares at you, waiting for you to look back at him and when you finally do, it’s so you can watch him walk out.

**

“well it’s nice to see your beautiful shining face this morning,” blaise is all smiles the moment you sit down across the table from him, his eyes profiling every bit of your still freshly beaten features.

he seems to be the only one not devastated.

“dear god,” theodore’s face scrunches in shock as he gets a look at you from the side. “what happened to you?”

“piss off.”

“well!” blaise grins harder, “face matches the attitude for once.”

they sound like hounds when suddenly laughing, making your mood decline even more.

“alright, what happened to ‘er?” draco’s lips are jerked into a smirk as he leans further against the table, trying to look at enzo through blaise. “you didn’t hit her, ole’ boy, did you?”

lorenzo is far from amused. this kills your own bad mood to the realization of him staring at you, almost angered looking.

“i don’t know,” he barely opens his mouth to say it. “why would i know?” his harsh stare is still directed on you. “no reason to care.”

the amusement is killed immediately by his ill-mannered tone and the only distinct sound is the clustered talking of your fellow classmates around the hall. the tension is a thick warmth that they can all suddenly feel with discomfort.

you bite your tongue till you could taste blood. the metallic relish almost overpowered the barging stares.

“alright,” theodore coughs awkwardly from beside you, shifting so he’s angled directly to you. “you got your face beaten in, who did it?”

oh lorenzo would be so mad if you said it now. if you would say it to theodore, but not him.

“face beaten? that bad, huh?” you wince hard at the sound of pansy’s voice calling out from behind you. “i fucking hate those ravenclaw girls. they hate when they can’t have what you have.”

she slides in nonchalantly on the other side of you, continuing to speak without a problem, “you sure know how to pick ‘em, enzo.”

“what?” he watches her begin to examine the bruises and cuts on your face with a calm stare before overlooking the the food laid out on the table.

his eyebrows were pulled high, caught off guard to her sour statement.

“every ravenclaw girl you have ever touched, jumped your girlfriend in the washroom because your dick was that good,” she’s pulling apart food now, lightly stuffing her face as she continues to answer. “held her down-“

you got up before you could hear another word from her mouth. it’d be like reliving it to hear it from her. lorenzo looks between the both of you agitatedly, not knowing if to follow or listen. pansy raises her brows to the fact he hadn't moved.

“y/n,” he follows.

he attempts to pace fast after you from the other side of the table, a feeling of despair in his chest in the thought that this was really his fault.

“y/n,” he’s on your tail, close to grabbing you but you kept treading as fast as you could. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“think about it, lorenzo, why would i?” your finger nails press hard in and out into the palm of your hand. “it’s bound to happen with the number of girls on your track record.”

“okay,” he bites his tongue at the foul tasting sentence. “y/n, can you just slow down and talk to me?”

“what do you want to talk about?” you didn’t slow.

“will you please-“ he finally grabs your arm, practically yanking you back to stop and face him. “i need you to look at me and i need you to tell me why you wouldn’t tell me what happened to you.”

“how am i supposed to tell you that?” you look at him dumbfounded. he could tell you were still angry, or frustrated, or whatever it was you were feeling.

“i’m supposed to protect you, y/n” his eyes thin out into a squint as if shocked you didn't assume this. “i can’t do that when you don’t talk to me.”

“protect me, lorenzo? i don’t need to be protected. they’re teenage girls for god sake; you pull their hair and they cry.”

he almost laughs at your sour tone, wondering if that was the case for you. he doubted it, you wouldn't be caught dead with tears.

“still, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

he was starting to sound like a broken record, his own words were becoming annoying to him.

“because it’s embarrassing, alright? i feel embarrassed.”

maybe you did cry. you looked stressed, like you could be knocked to your feet at any moment from how unbalanced you were in the head.

"are you gonna feel good about telling me you got jumped in the washroom and didn't get the chance to fight back?"

he looks annoyed at your trap question. he was trying so hard to be nice, to just listen and offer what he could. but his patience was running thin and you could tell by the tint in his eyes. he didn't even care for the distraught look in your eyes anymore.

"fine," he turned his head to the side, poking his tongue into the base of his cheek. "fine, baby. you wanna be like that, that's fine. i don't really care anymore. as long as your fine and you don't care, i don't care."

this was a lose-lose situation. it always was when the two of you would butt heads. you both were stubborn and easily annoyed.

lorenzo raised his hands like waving a white flag, giving up. he started to walk away now and all you could do was watch—again.

**

“lorenzo, it’s been awhile,” a girl with dark brown hair straddled the bench to the slytherin table, almost sitting in his lap with a glint in her eye that made all of his friends frown. “we haven’t talked like you said.”

there’s a visible tenseness in him the moment she started speaking. his chewing came to a hault as well as any visible breathing. he’s not sure what he should do, he can’t think, but he doesn’t dare look at her.

it had been two days since lorenzo gave up on trying to comfort you and it was dreadful, for everyone. tension had been higher than usual and they would barely see the two of you in the same room without their being some kind of tightness in the air.

“i uh, i met your girlfriend.”

blaise looks to theodore who’s closely speculated on lorenzo and what he’ll say, what he’ll do. he sees the furrow that forms in enzo’s brow, the annoyance and even anger that dilates his eyes to the sound of her sentence—he realizes.

blaise now looks draco now, who looks back. this could go so many ways.

“my girlfriend?” his brow arches. this is what got him to look at her.

“yeah,” she smiles, he took the bait. she now takes it as cue to reach out to him, to make contact by pressing her fingers against his green tie. he feels a slight pull as she pinches the sleek fabric between her finger tips, attempting to subtly bring him closer. “she’s so darling.”

taunt.

“she tell you that we spoke, lo?”

“i didn’t have to.”

suddenly she’s on her ass with your hand wrapped around her hair, yelping like a kicked dog, “now fuck off.”

“now you’re acting all tough,” she struggles to her feet. “that wasn’t the case the last time i saw you.”

“maybe because you don’t have five other girls sniffing your ass and commands.”

she smiles, “sure, or maybe you’re just-“

you punch her straight in the nose, making her cry out fast.

“oh, jesus,” lorenzo grabs you by your arm, pulling you close to him as he marched you straight out the dining hall. “i thought you didn’t care.”

“fuck you, jackass, i don’t appreciate it when other girls are practically on my boyfriend’s dick,” you’re still pressed hard into his side as he lets out a loud laugh.

you wrench yourself from his side once out of the dining hall. you’re now walking backwards as you grab onto his tie, yanking on it, “grabbing his clothes and calling him something she shouldn’t be calling him.”

he’s grinning cheek to cheek at your angry rambling.

“fuck you.”

“yeah baby, tell me how you really feel,” he presses his tongue against the base of his teeth, watching the way you look at him with everything but hate now.

“i think you know how i feel.”

“yeah,” his lips prick into a smirk as he now grabs you, pulling you back into him. “you’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“is that right?” you’re wiggling in his grasp, now turning so you’re facing him. “i like when you talk to me nice.”

he scoffs, “you’re a brat,” but he still looks highly amused. “next time one of those girls come near you, tell me-“

“what, you gonna save me?”

“always.”

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Draco will eat anything, I mean anything when he’s hungry or hasn’t eaten.

𝒦𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹

Draco: Yum, thanks! 

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

*bouns*

Theo: Guys, Draco's been gone for like 8 hours...

Matteo: Does anyone know or care where he is?

Pansy *not looking up from her book*: Probably kidnapped or something.

y/n: Oh well. Not our problem.

Blaise: They'll probably give him back soon.

Astoria: I feel like I should defend him or be more worried but you're not wrong.

Astoria:

Astoria: Wait... he hasn't eaten.

Theo: Now I feel bad for the kidnapper.

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