#IF HE WAS NOT SO CLOSE TO DEAD. IF THEO HAD COME FOR HIS FIRST. THEO WOULD NOT HAVE MADE IT OUT OF THE FIGHT. AND SCOTT SHOULDVE TOLD HIM

[distantdarlings]

SLUG CLUB TONIGHT // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.4K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details, but Reader is wearing a skirt)

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Theo asks you to skip Slughorn's dinner party with him, but when you refuse, he decides to take it out on you during the event. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Fingering, in public, touching underneath table, reader tries to resist at first, language, dom!Theo (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Meddle About - Chase Atlantic

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A shuddering breath pushed itself through your lips as you watched yourself in the dormitory mirror. A nervous, borderline panicking student stared back at you. Perhaps it was childish, but you felt like you were about to throw up. You’d never really been a person for going to events—any type, really. They made you feel out of your league.

You closed your eyes and pushed strands of hair behind your ears, holding your hands next to your face for a moment. There was no reason for you to be so nervous. You had as much a reason to be there as everyone else did. Professor Slughorn asked you, just as he’d asked everyone else. Yet, it felt like you were intruding somehow. 

“Merlin, get it together,” you mumbled, running a sweaty palm down the front of your skirt, praying the slight wrinkles would work themselves out. It was fifteen ‘til, and you had run out of time to stall. You opened your eyes and headed toward the door, hands wringing themselves bare. 

It was cold in the vast hallways tonight. A small shiver passed through your body, the chilled air permeating your suit jacket somehow. You wrapped your arms around your body, intending to trap some heat against you. 

You glanced around, trying to spot a familiar face. Your boyfriend, Theo, had mentioned that he’d meet you around five minutes before the dinner party began, yet you saw him nowhere. The anxiety began to creep back into your stomach at the realization that you may have to walk into Slughorn’s office by yourself. You prayed that he’d show soon. 

You continued down the halls, your arms still tightly hugging your body, your teeth still silently chattering. When Professor Slughorn had invited you to join his famed Slug Club, you’d been overjoyed. You couldn’t believe he’d offer you such an honor, though you considered Potions to be one of your strongest classes. He’d told you that you were a pleasure to work with, and he believed you might be on the track to taking his position one day. Of course, you’d laughed at that then, but perhaps he was right. You didn’t mind the thought of teaching Potions, especially if it meant getting to remain at Hogwarts for the rest of your days. With graduation quickly approaching, the thought of having to leave the castle that had quickly become your home made you a bit nauseated. 

“Boo!” Hands jolted against your arms abruptly. You gasped, repressing the shriek of terror that had begun to build in your throat. Theo appeared before you, uproarious laughter printed on his face. You scoffed and slapped at his arm. Dick.

“Don’t do that, you jerk!” you scolded.

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling,” his laughter finally began to die, “I just couldn’t help myself; the look on your face is always priceless.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed. You began to walk past him, not bothering to let him catch up. 

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he chuckled gently, running to fall back in step beside you. You shook your head and promptly ignored him. His hands slid around your waist, trying to show some affection as the two of you walked. 

“Stop it,” you said, slapping his hands away. He didn’t deserve any part of you if he was going to continue to scare you like that. 

“Baby, come on,” he whispered, his lips suddenly against your ear. When did he get so close? His strong arms yanked you against his chest, stopping you dead in your tracks. He tightened them around you, tucking your body against his tall front. His lips, still pressed to your ear, pulled back to reveal his teeth. He nipped against the soft flesh there, his warm breath toasting your cold skin. You shivered in delight, his touch ever so addicting. 

“Stop it, Theo, we’re going to be late,” you mumbled, your words as reluctant as your desire to pull away from him. He always knew how to alleviate any anger in your body. His lips on your ear and neck never stopped despite your words.

“You want me to, baby?” he whispered. “Do you really want to go to this dinner?” His warm fingers gently placed themselves across your throat, teasing his next movements. You swallowed thickly, feeling the motion push against his hand. 

“Yes, we promised we’d go,” you whispered. His hand tightened around your neck. A shock of heat pushed through your stomach at the sensation. 

“You sure? We could just go back to my dorm…,” he mumbled, his mouth hot against your skin. “I could warm you up.”

“Ugh!” You finally worked up the nerve to pull away from him. “We said we’d go to this party, Theo. We’ve got to go.” You’d put your foot down, and he knew it.

“Ugh, but why?” he whined. “We can miss one. He has them all the time. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“We made a promise, Theo,” you insisted. “If you stop complaining and come with me, I’ll be sure to thank you for it later.” His eyes perked up at that.

“I’ll thank you thoroughly,” you specified, a smirk curving the edges of your lips. He rolled his eyes at your persuasion and reluctantly nodded his head. You reached out a hand and waited for him to take it. Though he was a little disappointed you didn’t agree to ditch the party with him, he still squeezed your hand affectionately as you led him down the hallways all the way to Professor Slughorn’s office.

When the two of you finally came upon the warmly lit room, the anxiety seemed to melt off you immediately. You were surrounded by people you called friends, and, most importantly, Theo was with you. Even with the majority of the party’s attendees being acquaintances of yours, you still felt much more confident when your boyfriend was with you. Perhaps that was the sign of an unhealthy attachment…You weren’t sure, but you weren’t concerned about that right now. 

The room was well-decorated with several intricately designed sconces that cast a comforting glow across the large, rounded table in the center of the room. Several of the Slug Club members had already found their seats while others stood, mingling. All of them seemed to be awaiting the Professor, as he did not seem to be currently present. A couple of your friends caught your eye and waved the two of you over to the table. A smile spread across your lips, and you squeezed Theo’s hand, pulling him along with you. 

“Welcome!” A boisterous voice announced itself in the corner. As the two of you found your seats, your eyes found the plump Professor. A large, jolly smile was printed on his lips, and his hands gripped his new suitcoat proudly. He was always very kind; he sort of reminded you of Santa Clause, except no beard. You smiled at the thought. 

“Slug Club members, I hope you know I’ve got a wonderful dinner planned for you this evening and—dare I say it—an even better dessert!” Everyone chuckled politely at that, wandering over to the table to find their seats. 

Once everyone was seated, including the Professor, he waved his hands, and an absolutely glorious feast appeared before your eyes. Your mouth practically began to water at the smell. Everyone exclaimed in one way or another before digging in.

As soon as the room had piled their plates high, the conversation started. It was purely academic at first, as it always was, until it started to slip into much more casual subjects with the Professor leading, per usual. He asked personal questions in an effort to get to know his students better, his curiosity always getting the better of him. 

“What do everyone’s parents do?” he said, glancing around at the circle of congregants, eyebrows quirking. The student just to the left of him started—you were pretty sure she was a Ravenclaw. She mentioned that her dad was an Auror and that he—your lips parted suddenly in shock. Your eyes glanced down to see Theo’s hand placed gently on your thigh. You glanced over at him. He looked completely normal as if he hadn’t even noticed he was doing it. Perhaps it was just a subconscious action of affection. You cleared your throat and returned to your meal, ignoring the tick of heat in your stomach. 

The next student started on their spiel about their parents, though every syllable was lost on you as Theo’s hand moved between your thighs. You glanced down once more, melting at the way his hand positively dwarfed your leg. His grip was firmer now. Still, his face showed no reaction to what he was doing. To any on-lookers, he was simply listening to the student speaking.

His hand raised up your thigh, the motion shoving your skirt up against the bend of your hips. You gasped slightly at the exposure of your skin but noticed that the thick tablecloth concealed you from anyone near you. A breath of relief washed through you at that but was quickly interrupted when his pinky traced down your core through your underwear. You repressed a gasp at the sensation, cursing your body from the moisture that began to gather within the thin fabric of your bottoms. Fuck. 

Theo’s lips branded a slight smirk. Fucking bastard—he knew exactly what he was doing. This was payback for not ditching the party with him. 

The next student to go was the one just next to Theo. Soon, it would be his and your turn. He didn’t seem to care that the eyes of the whole table were getting closer and closer to the two of you. The student began to speak, Theo’s head turning to look at him. You continued to struggle through your meal, ignoring the way Theo’s fingers traced up and down. 

His deft fingertips slid beneath the fabric of your underwear, releasing your core into the cool air. A shudder spread across your thighs, causing you to squeeze them together in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold. Theo’s fingers abandoned your core, tightened against your right thigh, and roughly spread them apart. The motion shook the table with a sudden thud. All eyes landed on the two of you.

“My apologies. I believe I kicked the table when I crossed my legs,” Theo said calmly, chuckling a bit. 

“Well, that’s quite alright, dear boy,” Slughorn smiled. “Please continue, Mr. McLaggen.” Everyone’s eyes returned to the Gryffindor sitting next to Theo. As their attention was once again pulled to the boy, Theo leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Open your goddamn legs, or I’ll really embarrass you,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. You swallowed thickly, your legs spreading open once more. His hand found its way back to your core, his fingers gently swiping over the bare flesh. Every motion was only enough to elicit a small jolt out of your hips every once in a while. The want pooled around his fingers. 

“And you, Mr. Nott?” Slughorn spoke. Everyone’s eyes came to Theo, who seemed more than happy to keep them there and refuse to cease his movements beneath the table. Your heart rate increased with fear. Still, you worked at your dinner, trying to remain as calm as possible. 

As Theo began to speak, his fingers drew a slow circle around your dripping core, collecting every bit of slick as he could before promptly plunging two of them within your entrance. A gasp of shock and pleasure spilled from your lips. It only came out as a slight cough and drew no one’s concern, but you didn’t know how inconspicuous you could continue to be. 

“Well, it sounds like your family is quite put together; it’s got everything figured out,” Slughorn chuckled. Theo laughed and nodded. His eyes turned to you, as did everyone else’s. Fuck. 

“Um,” you chuckled nervously. Theo’s fingers never ceased, the strong creatures curving against the sweetest spot within you. Your lips shuddered as you opened them once more. You began to speak of your parents, keeping it as short as possible.

“I see…and are you interested in following in their footsteps?” Slughorn inquired. Your eyes found his once more, trying to conceal the panic in them. Had he asked anyone else that question? Was he trying to keep you talking? Did he know? Surely not…This must just be shitty luck. You stuttered briefly before delving into your answer.

“Well, I didn't think about it too terribly much until only a f-few weeks ago—” Theo’s thumb began to caress the very top of your core, the sensitive area quivering beneath his familiar touch—“when you’d suggested I look into becoming a professor.”

“Oh, yes, I remember that!” he clapped his hands together joyously, a smile popping over his face. “I do think you’d do well to continue looking into that.”

“Of course,” you nodded, pushing a smile onto your lips. With great relief, Slughorn moved onto the girl sitting next to you. Theo leaned back over to you.

“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, “I’m impressed.” A coil you’d felt many times in your relationship with Theo began to swirl in your stomach. Fuck, he didn’t intend on making you cum here, did he? Your core began to tighten around his fingers, your legs pressing together. He knew what was coming. He’d felt it often. A smirk fell across his lips, his fingers never stopping.

You bit your lips roughly, hot metal spilling between your teeth. You sat up straighter, trying to push his fingers from you, but he refused. He wasn’t going to do it to you—fuck, he couldn’t… The edge of your finish pressed against you. You were so, so close—

His fingers pulled from you, dragging your slick meanly across your thigh. You dropped a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your legs shaking slightly. Your eyes found Theo’s, and your jaw clenched. He refused to look at you, that stupid smug smirk still resting on his lips. It was probably a good thing he didn’t look at you, else the look on your face might set him ablaze. You were going to fucking get him back. And it was going to be twice as bad.

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[lizthewriter]

i think there's been a glitch / theodore nott

PAIRING  Theodore Nott x studious!shy!Reader

SUMMARY  Theodore Nott was well known for the sort of happenstances that occurred in his dorm. However, the new transfer student seems to catch his eye in particular - that transfer student is you. His friends think that, at first, he has his eyes set on you for more sinful reasons, but he soon proves that his intentions are more romantic than anyone ever thought.

TAGS  Theodore Nott x Reader, angst, if you squint, idiots in love, cursing, kissing, study buddies, friends to wtf is this to friends with benefits but also wtf is this to lovers, theo is a simp, reader is not slytherin, can be any other house, reader has social anxiety, references to sex, underage drinking, headmaster's list = dean's list, gender neutral reader

"We were supposed be just friends, / you don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend, / depending on what type of mood and situationship I'm in, / and what's in my system," - Glitch by Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT  3.2K

WRITTEN  27.08.2023

A/N This came as a burst of inspiration during calc class when I realized I was really the only person answering my professor's questions in my classes, lmaoo 😭😭 so this is purely self-induglent. i hope you guys enjoy <333

When you had transferred to Hogwarts, you hadn't made very many friends. All right, you hadn't made any friends. Because you had transferred to Hogwarts so late in your academic career, everyone had already formed their own friend groups. No one had any real interest in you - that was, they were interested in why you transferred, but not in assimilating you into their social circles. Your professors, however, had grown quite fond of you, most likely due to your dedication to your studies. And eventually, around midway through the fall semester, you were called into the Headmaster's office. It had kept you on your toes all day - had you done something wrong? Gotten in trouble? Your mind had come up with most elaborate and unlikely scenarios that might have cause you to get called into the Headmaster's office.

You were awarded the honor of being added to the Headmaster's list. Only two others in your year were granted the same honor - Hermione Granger and Theodore Nott. All three of you were maintaining straight O's. You and Hermione had never gotten the opportunity to grow close - it might have been the fact that she was much more close-mindrd than you, or the fact that she didn't have the time to spare to make new friends between her studies and all the "Chosen One" stuff going on. You wanted to at least make one friend, instead of an academic rival, which you made the mistake of creating at your previous school.

So, you approached Theo after the meeting, your hands clamy and shaking while you stuttered out your request to study together. Theo simply watched you with those dead eyes of his before nodding. It had unnerved you but you pushed yourself to confirm a date and time with him. And so began your little friendship.

You were never meant to be more than study partners. Weekly study sessions in the library grew into bi-weekly gatherings, which then grew into daily meetings. And then you were meeting each other after class, making inside jokes, hanging out just because. Slowly, but surely, you and Theo grew close. You weren't sure you had ever been this close with anyone before. It was like he just knew you, not only like the back of his hand, but like every square inch of his body.

And Theo? Theo had never saw you coming. He didn't know that he wanted to be friends with you until you were friends, and then he couldn't stop coming back. You were like a drug. He needed another hit each and every time he saw you. Soon enough, he was aching to spend every waking moment with you. It had started as nothing more than a mutually beneficial partnership, but it grew to be much more than that.

It took him a while to realize he loved you. Cared for you. He was well reputed for sleeping around and having a general devil-may-care attitude. He knew that he loved you when he began to grow tired of the constant flings and one-night stands. When he called off the on-and-off relationship he'd had with a particularly vivacious Slytherin girl. He hated the way girls threw themselves at him, vying for his attention like wildcats fighting over a piece of meat. You weren't like that. You were perfect.

He knew he wanted to ask you out. His friends scoffed at the idea, thinking he was joking. They were shocked when they realized he was serious. Mattheo had even knocked on his head, asking if Theo was really in there. It had to be perfect, so he went to the only people he knew who had ever been in serious relationships. Mostly everyone had told him the same thing - find out what you liked. Woo you. It was rather simple. "For someone who is so smart, you're rather stupid, you know," Blaise had told him. He secretly agreed.

First, he had bought a collection of muggle novels for you at a book store on a forgotten. It had beautifully decorated covers, guilded with golden etchings. When you had sat down to study one day, Theodore had dropped it on the table in front of you while he pulled out his books.

"What's this?" You had asked in confusion.

"It reminded me of you," he said simply, pulling out his spellbook and flipping through it to find where he had last left off.

You furrowed your brows as you pulled the box towards you, unclasping the front of it and pushing it open. You let out the small gasp at the gorgeous hardcovers resting inside, hands trailing along the sturdy spines. Five Muggle Classics, the interior of the box cover said. "Theo . . . " Your voice trailed off at the thoughtfullness of the gift - you were left utterly speechless. "I can't take this. I can't imagine how expensive how this was." You slid the case of books back to Theo. He stopped it, pushing it back towards you.

"Take it. I can't return it. Besides, I got it for you. I would hate to see these go to waste."

You bit your bottom lip before pulling the box back towards you, a smile spreading across your face as you pulled out one of your favorite muggle classics. You flipped through the pages, allowing that paticular new-book smell to wash over you like the waves on a shore. "Thank you," you mumbled softly.

-

You never came to parties. Mostly because you hated all the drinking and crowds and the mixture of stroking lights and booming music that made you dizzy. But you had started to develop feelings for a particular friend of yours. He was tall, devilishly handsome, and more intelligent that anyone you'd ever met. He smelled of evergreen trees, cigarettes, and lilac. You felt for him in a way that you had never felt for anyone else. You were always so laser-focused on you studies, but you realized that your attention had been straying towards a paticular someone as of recently.

You knew he hung around these sort of parties, finding pretty girls to have a fun night with. You wore the most insanely inappropriate dress you could find, hoping to catch his attention. You weren't exactly sure what your goal for that night was, but you were certain you wanted it to end with you and Theo, alone.

Of course, Theo was shocked to see you there. Even more shocked to see you out of the jeans and sweaters you usually wore, standing in a tight little number that had him practically frothing at the mouth. Not that you weren't always stunning, but you were stunning stunning. He wouldn't have approached you normally, but with the alcohol currently coursing through his system, he had a boost of courage and stupidity.

Five seconds later, he was standing right behind you, calling your name. You turned around to face him with a grin. "Hey, there you are."

"What are you doing here?" It sounded much more like a statement than a question - he was seemingly distracted by something else about you.

"I came to see you, silly. And to see what all the rage is about."

"And?"

"I've come to the conclusion that parties suck."

Theo laughed, something hearty that rumbled through his chest. "Want to go somewhere else?"

"Please," you responded with a role of your eyes. "I'm starting to get a headache." You had stupidly accepted a drink and chugged down the bitter alcohol earlier - that didn't bode well for your head when you were already bothered by loud music sober.

Theo's eyes searched the room for somehwere that might be a little quieter - his eyes landed on the staircase to his dorm. Well, where else was there to go? He lead you up the steps, the two of you laughing as he kept you from stumbling down the stairs, and guided you to his dorm. He sat you down on the bed, grabbing a glass on his bedside table, and filled it up with the spell Aguamenti.

"Thanks," you said sweetly, taking it from his hand and taking a long sip. You took a good look at the room, easily able to tell whose area of the roo. was whose. Mattheo's was messy - clothes strewn across the bed and floor. Draco's was neat and filled with a variety of potions book, his bedside table cluttered with potions of a variety of colors, lined up in orderly rows. Blaise had a poster of his favorite Quidditch team plastered on the wall, as well as a family photo filled with all his siblings. Theo's, however, was minimal and tidy aside from the piles of books. His bed was neatly made, the corners of the covers tucked under the mattress.

You finally met Theo's eyes and finally saw some sort of emotion - it took you a moment to identify it as hunger. You glanced down at the outfit you were wearing and flushed, your eyes staying firmly on the ground.

"You look very pretty."

You felt your heart stop in your chest. Had Theo called you . . . pretty? You were in shock - sure, you had come to the party with more than friendly intent, but you had never expected that he would actually notice you the way he had noticed other girls.

"Y-you - you look very handsome."

Theo watched you for a moment - he was standing only a foot away with arm wrapped around the four-poster, hanging off from it slightly. There was an odd sort of tension in the room - you both knew what you wanted and you both knew you wanted it now. Both of your inhibitions were lowered because of the alcohol, so it was that one split desicion that changed everything. Soon enough, his lips were planted into yours, one hand cupping your cheek and the other trailing along the side of your body. Everything had happened so fast - it went from the hand on your hips guiding you down onto the mattress to clothes strewn on the floor to sleeping heavily within each other's arms. It was hours before you woke again, and you were grateful that none of his friends had come up from the party yet. He helped you get dressed, a look of almost disbelief settled into his features as you left, sending him an awkward smile before you closed the door. What had he done?

-

The next day you had studied together like nothing happened. You cracked a joke. He laughed. You helped him with Transfiguration, he helped you with Ancient Runes. Another day passed. And another. And another. Theo was going beyond mad - what were you two now? Were you still friends? Were you dating? He felt like he wanted to yank all his hair out of his head.

That was, until about a week later. Late at night, the two of you were studying in the library. He was huddled next to you, embarrassingly distracted by your beauty while you were trying to help him with a homework problem he got stuck on. He finally snapped back to attention as you pointed to something on his parchment, leaning downwards to see exactly what you were pointing at. At the same time, you had turned your head to see what had him so distracted. The resultant situation: your noses bumped together and he could feel your heavy, hot breath on his lips.

Flashbacks to the night you shared soared through both of your minds. And it was you, this time, who had made the stupid desicion. You lunged for his lips with desperation, fingers snaking through his hair, a hand planted on his chest. He had tensed in surprise before returning the kiss with equal fervor. It wasn't long before you were quickly packing your things and Theo was dragging you to some abandoned room, your lips entangled as he pressed you up against the wall. The moonlight seeped in through the red glass-stained windows, dancing deliciously on your skin. Forever engraved in his memory was the picture of you, the only word on your lips being his name, grasping his shoulders with need.

-

Neither of you knew what kind of relationship you had descended into. It involved rather intimate gatherings from time to time, but for the most part, you were just friends. It was an almost seamless friendship between you two - except for the nagging thoughts at the back of both of your minds that kept you wondering if the other really felt the same way.

Theo buried his face into his hands, surrounded by a group of friends who had utterly no idea what to do. Their eyes watched him with trepidation and worry. It was oddly concerning how much he was stressing over this. Theo never seemed to stress about anything. But here he was, hands fisted in his hair, staring down at the ground in utter disillusionment.

"I've ruined everything. All cause I couldn't keep it in my fucking pants."

"That can't be it, mate," Mattheo tried reassuring him. "Look, you said they're different, yeah? All the other girls you've slept with found someone else after you. But they keep coming back for more. That has to mean something, right?"

"Yeah, you've just got to romance them," Blaise said. Theo groaned.

"Please never open your mouth again."

"I'm serious. Take her to Hogsmeade, that'll show them."

Theo leaned his face upwards, staring at Blaise. He was right - taking someone to Hogsmeade virtually meant asking them out on a date. You had to know the innuendo by now, being at Hogwarts as long as you have. "Blaise, you're brilliant." He clapped his friend on the back, rushing out of the dorm to find you.

-

You scanned the bookshelves for books with more information on Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. The idea fascinated you - how come you could conjure any sort of non-edible object from nothing, but with food you couldn't? At the root of it, everything was made of subatomic particles, then atoms, then particles, and so on. So, theoretically, anything could be created from nothing, correct?

You were so enraptured by your own thoughts that you had no conception of your surroundings and bumped right into someone walking straight towards you. The books in your arms tumbled onto the floor and you flushed a bright red, bending down to pick them up.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, hastily collecting the books from the ground. The boy, who you hadn't really looked at yet, bent down to help you collect them as well. "I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm really -"

As you stood up, you finally got to look at his face - and it turned out to be Theo. His face was just barely flushed, and the emotion in his eyes held a deep meaning that you couldn't quite decrypt. You didn't have a chance to ask him what he was doing, because he beat you to it.

"Go to Hogsmeade with me."

"I'm sorry?"

"Hogsmeade. You and I. Interested?" His tone was strained, and you realized what emotion finally lay beyond those dead eyes. Fear.

You knew what he was insinuating. Was he - asking you out on a date? Did that mean he really did like you? More than just as someone he could have a little fun with time and again, someone who was just a friend. You stared up at him for quite a while, not realising how silent you were as you sunk into the rabbit hole of your own thoughts.

"I - erm - all right, then." You were still quite in a bit of shock. "Will you -"

"Yeah, I'll wait for you outside your common room." The fear in his eyes seemed to dissipate, his shoulders sagging in relief.

"Right. Yeah, sounds good. Great."

-

You had bundled up for the cold weather, a thick scarf wrapped around your neck and a hat with your house emblem on your head. You tried to dress in something nice underneath the layers of warmth - it had taken you a long time to decide what exactly you wanted to wear, but you had eventually come to a conclusion.

When you exited the dormitory, you found Theo bundled up with an equal amount of layers, yet he looked just as attractive as he always did. In his hands, he held a single rose. You flushed a bright red, especially as a group of first year girls giggled as they exited the dorm behind you.

"Hello," Theo said simply, handing you the rose.

"Hello," you responded shyly, taking it gratefully and holding it in your hands. You smiled nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. "So."

"So. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Theo grabbed your hand, holding it gently. You hid your face from his view, not wanting him to know the kind of affect he had on you as he lead you through the castle. "What do you want to do first?"

You had weaved your hand through his arm, resting your head on the edge of his shoulder. "Hm. I need some more quills. But we should definitely stop at the bookshop first. I want to see if they've gotten anything new."

"Okay."

Theo had never been a talkative person - and you had never really minded it, not until now. You wish that maybe he might just tell you he had feelings for you, more than feelings that only arose every once in a while. It would make this so much easier on you. But you were nervous and shy and had a hard time talking to people, even one's you've been friends with. So you remained silent on the walk there.

Theo could tell it was an uncomfortable silence. Not only did being the quiet one meant he could read a room easily, he had also been around you long enough to know when you felt uncomfortable. He stopped the two of you from walking - you were already walking the path to Hogsmeade, snow lightly covered both of your heads.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing."

"You don't have to lie to me."

You bit the interior of your cheek nervously. Did you really want to destroy what you had with him? You were content with keeping your relationship the way it was. At least, that's what you convinced yourself.

You felt your gaze being drawn back to Theo, his fingers resting under your chin. "Don't hide from me, love, tell me what's on your mind."

"Love." You felt your heart melt into a puddle of hope and embarrassment. "Theo . . . what are we?"

Theo grabbed your hand and held it up, intertwining your fingers together. He looked at them, with something akin to fascination, and muttered, "What do you want us to be?"

You paused. "I want us to be together," you whispered, looking up at him with eyes of despair. Theo felt his heart wrench at the sight of it. He raised his other hand, brushing it lightly against your cheek.

"Then let's be together," he whispered back. He leaned downwards, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. It wasn't like any of the kisses before that - no, those were passionate, desperate, lust-filled kisses. This was loving, caring, blossoming. He dropped your hand to cup both of your cheeks in his hand, his nose biting into your cheek. "You and I. I like the sound of that."

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[niya-writesshit]

theodore nott x fem!reader (cheating on ur bf w him)

hey so im actually in love with theodore nott

TW: smut MDNI, oral m receiving, p in v, cheating

word count: 1,239

YALL THIS TURNED OUT LONG ASF FOR A ONESHOT BUT I PROMISE ITS GOOD!

ding!

your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room. a large group of you and your fellow slytherins were sprawled on the couches in front of the fireplace, mumbling about random topics that no one was geniunely interested in. a few other girls were gathered on the smallest couch, giggling and gossiping as pansy sat on the ground, getting her hair braided by astoria. you and your boyfriend were sitting right by the fireplace, and his hand was wrapped around your waist, roaming up and down your hips as him and his friends made fun of yet another helpless first-year.

you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, swiping up on the screen to see what the notification had been. theo.

you looked up at him with raised eyebrows and made eye contact with those gorgeous, dead eyes of his. he was also tangled up with another girl, sitting there quietly as she chattered and played with his hair.

you clicked on the notification, turning your phone back over and slapping it against the couch as you read the text.

come upstairs with me

slowly, you rose your eyes to meet his again, scoffing as you watched his lips curl into a smirk.

your boyfriend's fingers began to travel down to your legs, and his hand now rested on your inner thigh. as he looked away again, you picked up your phone and typed out a reply to theo.

that was a one time thing

theo replied immediately, paying no regard to the girl right next to him desperately trying to get his attention.

let's make it a two time thing

you watched the message pop up on your homescreen, covering the screen with your thigh.

your phone vibrated again with another message.

im so hard rn y/n

its all cs of you and that short ass skirt

your cheeks flushed red and you clenched your thighs together as you turned the phone around again, refusing to believe that theo was getting you all flustered. after a few minutes of avoiding eye contact with the man, the phone vibrated against your leg yet again. your boyfriend began to rub circles on your thigh as he moved his fingers closer to your panties.

i should be the one touching you like that not this asshole

theo was glaring at your boyfriend, occasionally flicking his eyes down to look at your boyfriend's hands.

get his hands off you y/n

you exhaled slowly, trying to calm the rush of adrenaline that this interaction was giving you. slowly, you dragged the phone out from under your thigh and typed a response, eyes darting between your boyfriend and the phone so he wouldn't notice what you were doing.

my dorm in like 5

you watched as theo read the message, clamping your thighs together even tighter after an extremely attractive, lazy smile spread across his face. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom, baby," you said, lifting your boyfriend's hand from your leg. your boyfriend barely looked up from his phone, nodding dismissively.

you scurried up the steps to your dorm, and closed the door behind you. a few seconds later, the door opened again, and theo was standing there, eyes dark with lust.

the brunette immediately grabbed you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours with desperate passion. he quickly pulled your shirt over your head and undid the clasp of your bra as you undid his pants and pulled down his boxers.

"fuck." theo groaned as your fingers brushed his tip. he was in fact hard, so hard that his cock seemed to quiver with every touch from your fingers. you broke off from his lips, kneeling on the ground instead. theo backed up against the door, quietly locking it as you began to stroke him.

looking up at him with wide eyes, you ran your hands up and down his length before putting it in your mouth and swirling your tongue over the tip. theo sucked in a sharp breath, placing his hands at the back of your head as you began moving on his cock.

"shit, baby. just like that," he mumbled, throwing his head back against the door when you began to quicken your pace. gulps filled the room as you hollowed out your cheeks and took his massive cock down your throat. theo was pushing your head even farther into his crotch, so your chin was brushing against his balls as you sucked him off.

your eyes began to roll as you gagged, making theo moan yet again. "fuck." he whined, still moving your head on his cock. "fuck, y/n, oh my god, 'm gonna cum."

and he did. his cock twitched in your mouth as it spurted thick, white ropes down your throat. he pulled it out with a pop!, and you tried to swallow the load that he had just released in you.

theo's cock sprung up again, hard all over. you looked up at him with pleading eyes. "wanna feel you inside, theo."

theo's eyes seemed to darken even more as he pulled you up off the ground and pushed you against the wall. he flipped up your skirt and pulled off your panties with a hooked finger. theo chuckled at how soaked your panties were, so wet they had left a mark on your calves when you were sitting. "this all for me, bella?"

you nodded desperately, whimpering as he traced his fingers around your hole. "please, theo." you begged, blindly grabbing at his crotch behind you. "patience, amore,' he crooned, still teasing your clit with a couple fingers.

finally, he lined up his tip with your sopping entrance and pushed it in. you were so warm, and tight, and wet that he moaned as soon as his cock began to fill you up. you whimpered again as he began to move it inside you, eyes rolling back as he started going faster and faster. theo's hands rested on your hips as he thrust into you, groaning.

your whole body seemed to be moving, your cheek smashed into the wall. one of theo's hands reached up to grab your tit, teasing the nipple with his cold fingers.

"you feel so good, bella. so tight," he mumbled, still feverishly pounding into you from behind. you cried out with every thrust, the feeling so intense you felt like you were going to pass out.

"he fuck you this good, y/n?" theo groaned. "hm?" he grabbed you by the cheek and pulled your face back so you could see him. "hm?"

you shook your head quickly. "do i fuck you better, bella?" you nodded, unable to form sounds other than the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. "tell me who you fucks you better, y/n."

"fuck, theo." you moaned. "you. shit, you fuck me so good, theo."

✮✮✮

ding!

your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room.

you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, checking to see who the notification was from.

theo:

come upstairs with me

you typed out a reply, barely looking up at the brunette seated right across from you.

your dorm in 5

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott smut #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut #harry potter smut

[suugarbabe]

Saving Grace VI

[Chapter 6]

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

word count: ~3.3k

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, smut, slight male overstimulation, 18+ content MDNI

Your heart had never felt so full. Laying on the couch in the common room with Mattheo on top of you, his back to your front as he laid between your legs. His head was resting on your stomach, his arms draped over your thighs as your legs intertwined with his. Soft snores are coming from Mattheo as you continue to trace your fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp. 

You looked over his face, noting the different scars. The one along his right side, that went through his eyebrow and over his cheek, had been there before you met him. He told you he got it the summer before he came to Hogwarts, something about a ‘task his father had challenged him with’ went not quite as planned. You lightly traced it with your thumb and he seemed to unconsciously lean into your touch. 

He had a couple other small scars from nicks and such in fights, but your favorite one was on the bridge of his nose. It really wasn’t quite a scar yet, but you knew it would turn into one eventually. The scab across it was nearly healed, leaving a thick line of pink skin. The week after you two had made it officially official, Adrian had come to bother you again, this time trying to grab you away from Mattheo in the middle of the hall, yanking on your elbow. 

You had seen Mattheo fight plenty of times, but this time it was like all he could see was red and all he wanted was Adrian dead. It took Theo, Draco and Blaise to finally pull them apart. Mattheo came out with just one deep gash on the bridge of his nose, while Adrain was in the hospital wing for a week. Mattheo got a month’s worth of detention, the last of which he served today. 

McGonagall made him reorganize the quidditch locker rooms and their respective closets. It took him nearly all day, hence his exhausted and sleeping figure on top of you. But you didn’t mind, you loved when he was able to be more vulnerable and loved that he felt safe enough to be that way with you. He was always displaying himself as so tough and unbreakable, you often had to remind him that he, too, was merely human and would break if he didn’t allow himself time to relax and recover. 

You were so engrossed with how pretty your boyfriend looked sleeping that you had zoned out, completely forgetting the other people around you. Pansy’s snapping is what finally broke your trance as you looked over to the couch across from you, giving her an apologetic smile. 

“Merlin, you two are so lovesick on each other,” she teased, causing the others to smile along with her. 

“Thank Salazar you finally admitted your feelings for him, I swear we were all going mental just waiting on you two to make it actually official,” Theo stated, lighting a spliff and taking a drag. 

Your face turned into one of confusion, “What do you mean ‘finally admitted my feelings for him’, what are you on about?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, “Cousin told us you guys were faking it.” You went to sit up a little straighter, however Mattheo’s grip on your legs prevented you from moving all together. 

“You mean you all knew it was fake? I mean, it’s not anymore, it hasn’t been for a while, but you all knew in the beginning?” You looked at each one of their faces. Enzo looked guilty, Theo and Draco both wore annoying smirks while Blaise and Pansy just had huge smiles. 

“To be fair, we didn’t know until after your little show at that first party,” Theo wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Still think about it sometim-” he was cut short thankfully by Blaise throwing a pillow at his head. 

Blaise turned to you then, “At first we thought he was just bringing you to the party as his date for the night, you know, like he was known to do. We played games and had a lot of fun. But during your little performance I noticed someone watching the two of you, specifically you, very closely.” 

You rolled your eyes, his name coming out like a grumble from your mouth, “You mean Adrian.” 

Blaise couldn’t help the slight smirk on his face, “Precisely. So, the next morning, when we were all a little more sober, I decided to ask Mattheo what was going on.” 

“At first he tried to deny everything, saying it was just for the night or whatever, but I could see right through it,” Draco pipped in. “Eventually, he told us how Adrian was being a proper creep and you asked for his help -”

Enzo interrupted him, “And Matty boy was talking about you for months before that.” The rest of the group seemed to nod in agreement. 

You couldn’t help the look of shock on your face, “W-what are you guys talking about? Months before?”

Blaise smiled at you, “That’s right sweetheart.” You looked back down at Mattheo’s sleeping form, admiration clear on your face. You traced your thumb over the apple of his cheek and he stirred slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered open, his voice thick with sleep as he spoke, “You lot talking ‘bout me?” 

A few members of the group laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, “All good things, love.” He grumbled slightly, turning over so he was now laying on his stomach, burying his face into your jumper covered chest. 

“You still sitting with me at the match tomorrow?” Pansy asked excitedly, finally able to have another girl with her to watch the boys play. 

Eyes still closed, Mattheo answered for you, “Course she is, gonna be wearing my spare jersey.” You smiled at Pansy, nodding your head in agreement. 

“And here I thought she’d be wearing mine,” Theo, ever the sass-master, felt the need to interject and quickly regretted it as Mattheo fully opened his eyes. You ran your hand through Mattheo’s curls, essentially soothing him back to a calm state before giving Theo the finger for riling him up.

xx

You wanted to curse whatever founder decided that deep into Scotland was the best location for Hogwarts as you pulled your stocking cap down over your ears. You also wanted to curse whoever decided that quidditch season needed to be in the bloody winter. 

“How the bloody hell do you look so cute but I look like a bundled troll?” Pansy poked the stuffing of her jacket near her stomach. You huffed out a laugh, “Oh please, Pans, we both look like stuffed olives. Green is normally so flattering to me, but right now I feel like a pickle.” 

You and Pansy continued to make comparisons to different green foods back and forth, not being able to contain your laughter as you found your seats in the stands on the Slytherin side. You weren’t sure if it was your relationship status, or if you and Pansy just got lucky, but you managed two front row spots in your house section, giving you the perfect view of the pitch. 

As both teams came out from the locker room tents you joined your fellow students in cheering loudly for green and silver. As members of both teams started doing warm up laps around the pitch, a particularly curly haired captain was hovering right in front of you and you couldn’t contain the grin that spread over your face. 

“Well don’t you look adorable this brisk afternoon, princess,” Mattheo was balancing on his Firebolt, leaning over the banister at the front of the stands. You stood from your seat, leaning closer to him, “I know you love pickles so I figured I’d copy the look to keep you motivated.” 

Mattheo let out a hearty chuckle, “S’that what you think you look like?” You nodded, biting your bottom lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. “Well you’re correct as always love,” Mattheo closed the gap between you two, placing a gentle kiss to your lips that ended far sooner than you wanted, “I love pickles and you look delicious.” 

You giggled slightly as you pushed his shoulder, effectively pushing him farther from you. With a wink he was soaring back down to the ground, meeting Madam Hooch and the other team's captain. As Madam Hooch released the bludgers and the snitch your adrenaline began to rise. When she tossed the quaffle in the air you were off your seat, keeping a close eye on Mattheo as he maneuvered around the pitch. 

Quidditch games were not foreign to you, you’ve even played it a little on holidays with your friends and such, but there was something about watching Mattheo, watching your boyfriend that made it all the more exciting. 

It definitely helped that Mattheo was a wiz at the game, gliding through the air, catching the quaffle like he’d been playing the game since he came out of the womb. He was especially cheeky this game, though, throwing a wink or a point your way every time he scored. 

The game was so exciting and Mattheo managed to pay you so much attention that you nearly forgot that Adrian was also on the team. That is, you forgot until you saw a bludger head straight for Mattheo. Thankfully he saw it and ducked out of the way. 

You followed the path that the bludger came from expecting to see the colors of the opposing team. Your eyes narrowed to slits as you saw Adrian Pucey hovering on his broom, bat in hand and a smirk plastered on his face. 

Adrian had arrogance, that was evident when he made eye contact with you and sent you a wink. You're sure your face was displaying a scowl but you held up both hands with middle fingers for good measure. 

You weren’t sure the game Adrian was playing at, but you knew Mattheo could finish it. After two more goals you saw Adrian smack another bludger, again heading straight towards your boyfriend, whose back was turned. 

You thanked Merlin for Theo as he came bolting towards Mattheo, using his own bat to beat the bludger in a different direction. Mattheo turned around, confused at the commotion as Theo very obviously shouted something at him. 

Mattheo then flew over where Draco had been, who was very obviously on the hunt for the snitch. Draco’s eyes were darting around the sky, searching for any glimpse of gold as he took in whatever words Mattheo was speaking. 

In an instant Draco was off, the Slytherin section erupting into cheers as he presumably found what he was looking for. Mattheo flew over to Theo, exchanging words. Theo nodded his head in understanding. 

The heat of the game was happening but your eyes stayed glued to Mattheo as he flew to the other side of the pitch towards Adrian. Cheers and shouts erupted around you, leading to an understanding that Draco likely caught the snitch and Slytherin had won. 

You watched as Mattheo all but dragged Adrian off his broom and to the tunnel leading from the pitch to the locker rooms. You watch as Mattheo’s fist connects with Adrian’s nose. Everyone else is seemingly distracted by the victory but you can't tear your eyes away from watching Mattheo beat the living shit out of Adrian not ten meters from everyone else. 

When you see Mattheo walk away from a crouching Adrian on the floor and head to the locker rooms you immediately follow, ignoring Pansy’s calls about where you were going. You rushed down the steps of the stands, taking as large of steps as your legs would allow as you reached the opening of the Slytherin locker room tent. 

The locker room was empty as everyone was still on the pitch celebrating. You walk further into the room, hearing a shower running. You shed some of your layers, taking off your hat, scarf, Mattheo’s extra jersey and your thick jumper. You toed off your shoes, pulling your socks along with them. 

The steam from the showers curled around your legs as you entered the shower stalls. When you finally reached him you saw the water at his feet run pink against the tile. You were sure the majority, if not all, was Adrians. You step into the stall, not caring that your clothes were essentially going to get soaked. You placed a tentative hand on his back.

He flinched at first, relaxing quickly into your touch. “What did he say, Teo?” He kept his back to you, doing his best to have a jovial tone, “If you wanted to see me naked again, love, you could’ve just asked. No need to storm the showers.” 

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, massaging his obviously sore muscles, “Mattheo…”

He let out a long sigh as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him. You saw a few cuts on his knuckles that you made note to heal later. “He deserved it,” his voice strained slightly, like just talking about it was making him angry all over again. 

You nodded, though you knew he couldn’t see it, “I’m sure he did, love, but what did he do this time?” 

His muscles tensed again, “It was about you. Had your name in his filthy fucking mouth. He..” Mattheo took another deep breath, you rubbed up and down his back, encouraging him to continue, “Well first he tried to knock me out with two fucking bludgers.” 

“I saw, right coward move if you ask me,” your rested your hands on Mattheo’s shoulders. He placed one of his on top on yours as he continued, “Then when I dragged him down, asking him what his problem was, he started talking about you. Starting saying foul things about you, saying he could have his way with you if he tried hard enough, that you being with me was all a lie and if he asked he could ‘have you up against a wall and calling his name’ and I just lost it.”

He turned to face you, hands gripping at the wet fabric on your waist, “I’m sorry princess, I just…I couldn’t stop myself.” His head fell to the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, neither caring about the vulnerable state Mattheo was in in the shower stall. 

His posture indicated he felt bad for his actions, or at least feared that you might be mad at him. In reality you were anything but angry. You know it shouldn’t, but seeing Mattheo fight just…spurred you on. 

You tugged lightly at his curls and he lifted his head up, soft brown eyes meeting yours. “I love when you fight for me, Teo,” you twirled a curl around your finger at the base of his neck. Mattheo’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “Yeah?”

You could feel his fingers dip under the hem of your shirt as you nodded your head, “Yeah, I know it’s kind of bad, but when I saw you hitting him earlier,” you pushed Mattheo back slightly, gripping the bottom of your soaked shirt and peeling it up and off your body, Mattheo’s eyes shot straight to your green lace bra, “I just wanted to get you alone and show you how much I really,” you popped the button of your jeans, “truly,” you dragged them down your legs and stepped out, “appreciate it.” 

He knows he’s seen you bare before, but there was something about you standing in soaking green lace that had his body responding before his mind could control it. Mattheo, for once, was at a loss for words, but you didn’t mind taking control for a moment. 

You placed a hand on his strong chest, pushing him back with the slightest pressure as your trailed your hand down his abdomen, feeling the dips and curves of his muscles that quidditch helped sculpt. His eyes held contact with yours as his back hit the tile wall.

Your hands continued to explore his body, thumbs dipping into the v-cut of his hips before grabbing him fully in your hand. You stroked him with light pressure, Mattheo’s eyes rolling as his head leaned back against the wall, “Your teasing me, Princess.” The statement came out in a breathy moan. 

“Just trying to show my boyfriend how thankful I am that he’s always there to defend me,” you slowly fell to your knees, dragging your nails down his thighs as you did so, eliciting a soft groan from Mattheo. 

You hold your mouth open, sticking out your tongue. You hold him in your mouth for a moment, just feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue. 

You’ve only been any type of intimate a few times since officially being called ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ but you had made a mental note to take your time and enjoy it all in the beginning. 

“P-please, Princess. I n-need you to do something,” Mattheo’s begging went straight to your core. You pulled him from your mouth slowly, trailing your tongue along the underside of his cock. 

You wrap your hand around him, small strokes up and down as you kitten lick his tip. His hand finds home in your hair, lacing his fingers through the wet strands. 

You flatten your hand at the base of his cock, fingers spread across his pubic bone. You do your best to open your throat as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth. Your thumb applying light pressure where his balls meet his base, massaging the soft spot there. 

“F-fuck, holy shit, love, do that again,” Mattheo pleads. You hum in acknowledgment, repeating the action. Mattheo’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he knows he’s not going to last long. 

When you cup his balls, rolling them lightly in one hand as you deep throat him and hollow out your cheeks, Mattheo can’t even stop himself before he’s shooting hot ropes down your throat. 

You continue to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks out again and milking him for all has. Your hand is back at what won’t fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, Princess, no more, I can’t,” he hissed through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair. You feel his thighs twitch under your palm but you don’t stop, wanting to push him just a little bit farther. 

His eyes roll to the back of his head and his upper lip quivers, you hum along his shaft, tapping his thigh to silently tell him to look at you. 

He stares down at you, eyes glazed over with lustful stupidity and that’s when you slowly drag him from your mouth with an obscene pop. You give one last long lick from base to tip before kissing his hip, grasping on to his forearm to help you stand up. 

Mattheo is still spent, leaning against the tile wall with shaky legs, one hand on your hip while the other cups your cheeks. 

“You tryna kill me, Princess? Where the fuck did that come from?” He’s breathless as he strokes your cheek lovingly. 

You shrug your shoulder slightly as your wrap your arms around his waist, “Just saying thank you.” You batted your eyelashes, doing your best to look innocent. 

Mattheo used his thumb to tilt your head up slightly, slotting his lips with yours. It was slow and sweet, his lips wet and heavy against yours. When he pulled away you found yourself lifting to your tip toes trying to chase after him. 

He chuckled slightly at your response, thumb tapping playfully at your bottom lip, “Cmon, love. Let’s get dressed before the rest of the lads get in and then we can go back to my dorm and I can,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “return the favor.” 

You slapped his chest playfully, “Cheeky offer, but you don’t have to do that. I’m more than happy with what transpired just now.”

Mattheo smiled your favorite dimpled smile as he grabbed a handful of your ass, “Oh, love, but I want to.”

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[st6rrrs]

Could you please maybe do a Theodore Nott fic where he’s ghost face?

DONT MAKE A NOISE || GHOST FACE THEODORE X FEM READER

summary: there has been murders around Hogwarts recently, People say they have seen a person in a ghost mask, you would have never expected the person behind it al.

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon?, blood, murder, violence, hair yanking, cursing, oral sex(m receiving), etc..

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this, im sorry if this is bad. short! rushed

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"Theo what if this ghostface person comes after you or me?" you sigh "im scared."

people have reported seeing a person in all black wearing a ghost mask. This person has already killed 4 people and you were scared that you and your best friend theo would be next.

"Dont worry i wont let anyone hurt you, ever."

you asked theo if he could sleep in your dorm room tonight because your roommate was with her boyfriend and you didn't want to sleep alone. You and theo were cuddling on your bed but you fell asleep..

you awaken due to the loud thunder storms and rain outside you look over to check on theo but hes gone?

"theo?" you immediately get up to see if he's still here but it was to dark. You get up to turn on the lights but they wouldn't turn on, maybe the power was out due to the storm.

you go to grab your phone on the nightstand and check the time 2:58am.

you were about to text theo but you see his phone on the nightstand also so decide your gonna go look for him because this isn't like him.

you go to the flash on your phone and turn it on

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"theo! are you out here?"

you been out here for a while looking for him, you were just about to turn back around and go back to your dorm but thats when u heard something, you get goosebumps.

you turn the corner and you immediately go pale. You see a dead boy on the floor with blood all over him and stab wounds, above him was that ghostface mask staring at you. the boy on the ground didn't look like theo thank god

you drop your phone and run as fast as you can to your dorm. right when your at your door you get pushed inside and hit your head on the wall. you groan out in pain and you feel something dripping down your head you go to touch it and its red.

you hear the door lock and suddenly you feel the ghostface grab you by your hair forcing you too your knees.

"please dont hurt me" you sobbed

he didn't respond all he did was unbuckle his pants that had blood all over them and pulled them down. You could see his hard on thru his boxers, you sobbed even more knowing what was bound to happen.

he released himself from his boxers his cock hitting your cheek. he then put a knife to your throat pushing it into your skin making you whine.

he opened your mouth with his fingers and forced his cock into your mouth moving your head back and forth stretching your mouth out.

you repeatedly gag on his cock, tears running down your cheeks. You drooled in the corner of your lips. His fingers raked through your hair Pulling at it as he thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you feel him twitch in your mouth knowing he's close.

he releases in your mouth with a loud groan. He takes his cock out your mouth and covers your mouth with your hand and squeezes your nose shut so he can make sure you swallow.

you ended up swallowing because you couldn't breath. he grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto the bed and he gets on top of you the mask staring you in the face.

you feel weak from the amount of blood you lost when u hit that wall

your barely awake when u feel him take your shorts off and then pulls yours panties to the side. He then rubs his cock through your folds and pushes himself into you and all you could do was lay there and take it

"no stop" you moaned out trying to push him off but he just grabs your wrist together and pins then above your head slowly thrusting into you, he groans while speeding up.

hes thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace now, Your eyes were shut tight

"dont close your eyes on me now" he whispers in your ear pounding into you, you realize that's the first thing he said to you all night.

"your taking my cock so well" he groans in your ear "so fucking tight"

you feel that pit in your stomach that you shouldn't be having but your body betrays you.

your body tensing and toes curling as you come undone around him

he pulls himself back once more slamming himself inside of you while his dick twitches inside of you. you feel his cum shooting inside of you.

before he had a chance to stop you, you grab a hold of his mask and you pull it off...

this was rushed.

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[yanderepuck]

I have LITERALLY been thinking of sucking Theo's dick for 24 hours SO HERE'S SOME PROBABLY HORRIBLY WRITTEN SMUT

Enjoy~

You don't know how he can be so calm and quiet. Every now and then he lets out a moan, and a wave of pleasure serges through your body. It's like getting praised.

It gets you to want to make him moan again as if it's an impossible taste. But you ease more of his cock in your mouth, eventually feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

Theo is working on... Well you don't know what he's working on but he's working, and he's very concentrated. That's why you can't get much out of him. You're kneeling under his desk, moaning softly as your mouth is filled with the taste of his cock.

Every now and then he reaches down, running his hand through your hair and rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"Good girl. You're doing so well," he let out a moan here and there

You swirl your tongue around his cock, focusing on the tip. You get another moan out of him.

You know he needs to focus on his work but you also want attention. However, there's something secretly hot about getting no attention, when he's acting like you aren't even there with his whole cock in your mouth.

Your hands rest on his thighs, squeezing them every now and then.

You hear him move some papers around and he starts writing again. His hand comes back down to play with your hair as he writes. You moan again and bob your head, licking up any of the pre-cum that leaks out of his slit.

He grabs into your hair and moans.

"You better not make me mess up, Hondje," his voice got deep and that alone nearly got you to moan.

You whine softly and go back to sucking his cock normally, lightly bobbing your head while you suck on him.

You look up, seeing a serious face in him as he writes. How is he so hot~

Suddenly there's a knock at his door. Theo panicked for a moment, but he had a blanket draped over the back of his chair, probably for this reason. He grabbed it and immediately laid the throw over his lap and your head.

"What is it?" He called out as he was just draping the blanket over you.

You didn't move, you stayed right there with his cock in your mouth. Theo moved his chair slightly more under his desk.

The door opened. "I'm taking Vic for a walk and thought you could use a break."

Great. Arthur. You knew if he noticed you would never hear the end of it.

Theo doesn't even look up from his papers to look at Arthur. "I'm a little too busy for that."

"I'm sure King would love to join," he leans against the door frame, trying to convince him to come.

"I will walk him later, or if you think you can handle him you can take him along."

Arthur pouts. "You work too hard for someone who is dead."

"Maybe you should do a little more work."

You can just imagine the smug look on Theo's face, and the pout on Arthur's.

The door finally closes and Theo takes the blanket off of you, tossing it to the floor.

He leans back in his chair and looks down at you, for the first time. You've kept his cock in your mouth, keeping it warm. Your hair is now a mess from the blanket

He goes to fix it, running fingers through your hair. You moan softly, closing your eyes. Suddenly he grabs your hair and has you deep throat him. You gag slightly, but quickly adjust.

"Keep sucking, whore."

Instead of going back to work he sits back and watches you bob your head and suck him off. Now that he's not concentrated, he's moaning a lot more for you.

~~~

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[sitp-recs]

LCDrarry 2023 - Sitp Recs

I’m a thousand years late to the LCDrarry party as usual, but I’ve had some time to check it out over the weekend and thought I’d do a rec list anyway. Here are my favourites among fic and art works, definitely recommend checking the whole collection here. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did!

Fic:

🗺️ The Breakfast Club by @peachpety (T, 8k)

Draco Malfoy is forced to endure a Saturday detention with four other students, including the Golden Bad Boy himself, Harry Potter. Over the course of the day, and under the watchful eye of Filch, the seemingly disparate group form a budding alliance and discovers that they have a great deal more in common than they thought. And Draco discovers that sometimes, he can not only get what he needs, but he just might also get what he wants.

🪟 Peep Show by @kbrick (E, 10k)

To everyone’s surprise, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have become maybe-possibly-sort-of friends. When Harry moves into the building next to Draco's, they become neighbors, too. Actually, Harry can see directly into Draco's flat from his window. And as it turns out, Draco gets up to some interesting things at night.

💎 A Boesky, A Jim Brown, and the biggest Leon Spinks ever by tsundanire (T, 12k)

Harry and his group of friends formulate a rather ambitious plan to re-acquire a rare diamond from the clutches of an old enemy—Theo Nott. Along the way, he's hoping to catch the attention of his ex—Draco Malfoy—who is now dating Theo.

💍 This Life Now by @nerdherderette and S3anchaidh (M, 38k)

This close up, Draco can see the differences that have occurred over the years. Harry's hair is longer, although it's as unruly as ever; his forearms are well-muscled and decorated with ink; and there are small lines by his eyes that look like they would crinkle if he were smiling. Which, at this moment, he most definitely is not. He looks like he's worn the same clothes for three days and just rolled out of bed, yet Harry's so unfairly gorgeous it makes Draco's heart ache. "What do you want, Draco?" Harry asks, his voice resigned. The question snaps Draco out of his reverie. "A divorce," he proclaims as he opens his bag.

🔍 Double Trouble by @multiverse-of-fanfic (E, 57k)

Four years after the War, Draco is stuck in a dead-end job, paper-pushing his life away. Until one day, after a security breach in the Ministry, he receives an offer he can’t refuse. Thrown back into a world he thought he’d left behind, Draco must wrestle with his Death Eater past as well as his inconvenient — and forbidden — feelings for an annoyingly level-headed Harry Potter. Will he manage to come out unscathed like he has most of his life, or will it all come crashing down?

Art:

🐍 Before daybreak by @pato-roldnart (T)

Harry as the master of Dreams helps his little nightmare clear up his concerns about his role in the dreaming. Draco does not have much of a choice in the matter.

💋 History Maker by @okay-sky (G)

He's done it! Harry Potter has caught the snitch, winning the League Cup for the Pride of Portree for the first time in three hundred years! And—what's this? Potter's personal trainer, Draco Malfoy, is running out onto the pitch! And he's—! My goodness, did he just kiss Potter?!

⚔️ no daylight by @personaje-fics (G) - for my prompt!!!

After Draco loses his leg saving a crewmate, Harry teaches him how to fight. He's teaching him how to defeat him, too.

💄 Pretty by @melcarrianna (M)

It’s Pretty Woman, but Drarry.

🌙 When I Close My Eyes by @fantalfart (G)

"Because I like who I am chasing him."

#lcdrarry 2023 #Sitp recs

[polifandom]

conversations i think would happen if isaac and theo were dating

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

1:

*the pack is reminiscing stuff from when they were younger*

scott: so there was this girl that you never really met, theo. she was a hunter. i dated her for a while.

stiles: they were highschool sweethearts. that is, before isaac suddenly stepped in and decided to date her instead...

isaac: HEY! thats not how it happened.

theo, with his eyebrows up, staring ublinking at isaac: oh, you dated her?

isaac: for a veeery short amount of time, before she died.

theo, staring some more at isaac before turning to scott: she died?

scott, not realizing what was going on at all: unfortunately. miss her every day.

theo: oh, yeah? how about you, isaac? you miss her too?

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo bites isaacs shoulder*

isaac: ouch, babe. you cant turn me twice.

theo, with blood on his fangs, stepping back to take his shirt of: you dont say. excuse me if i thought you liked it rough, seen as youve dated a hunter and all.

isaac: theo, for god sake, you cant stay mad at a dead woman. i hadnt even met you.

theo, moving in towards isaac other shoulder: youre lucky shes already dead.

2:

isaac, scrambling to find his keys: we need to go, theo. they need our help.

theo, calmly watching him from the kitchen isle: not really. scotts a big boy, he can take care of himself.

isaac: scotts a dumbass. he would be dead ages ago if it was up to him.

theo: well, then its nature running its course.

isaac, staring madly at him: theo!

theo, unfazed: isaac.

3:

*isaac is meeting the puppy pack for the first time*

isaac: so this is your pack?

theo, at the same time as liam: no

liam, at the same time as theo: yes

liam, now staring angrily at theo: something you wanna say?

theo, avoiding isaacs eyes: fine, yes, this is my pack.

isaac, now hiding laughter behind his hand: oh, now i get it. you're part of the puppy pack.

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo pins isaac against the wall*

theo: you think you're so funny, right?

4:

isaac: so liam?

theo, not looking up from his cellphone: what about him?

isaac, crossing his arms: guess.

theo, dropping his phone: no? just say it already.

isaac: you dated him.

theo: yes, and?

isaac: "yes, and?" are you kidding me? you want to murder every single person ive come in close vicinity to, even though most of them are already dead, but you can be besties with your ex?!

theo, rolling his eyes: we're barely even friends.

isaac: he's literally your alpha.

theo: he isn't even an alpha, angel. much less mine.

isaac: well, you're in his pack?

theo: you're nitpicking.

isaac: you PUNCHED scott because i had sex with him once. AGES AGO. and I'M the nitpicker?

theo: you said it, not me.

*two broken (now healed) noses and a very intense bloody make out session later*

isaac, laying down naked beside theo: so, how long did you date?

theo, intesely rolling his eyes and turning his bare back to isaac: we're not having this conversation again.

5:

isaac, whispering in the dark of the night: babe?

theo, sleepy: yes, angel?

isaac: would you kill me?

theo, turning on his back to face him: never. not you.

isaac, holding theos face more lovingly than hed care to admit: swear? i cant be falling for you just so you kill me later, theo.

theo, now holding isaacs neck, caressing there: isaac, id go to hell all over again just for you.

#thisaac #teen wolf #theo raeken #isaac lahey #theo x isaac #isaac x theo #thiam #scisaac #tw #teen wolf au #theo raeken x isaac lahey #isaac lahey x theo raeken #microfic

[rd-eternity]

omg i wanna ask about ALL your wip's but if I had to choose which one I'm burning to know more about they would be "wreck the hunter," "void!Theo" and "resurrected Dread Doctors" 👀

The currently untitled post-canon Thiam fic where the Dread Doctors are resurrected and everyone (mostly Theo) has a real bad time.

Every hair on Theo’s body is standing straight up on edge, chills shooting up his spine with every footsteps he hears echoing in the distance.  At his side, Liam stops talking about his math homework, suddenly aware that the chimera’s instincts have kicked into high gear.

“What is it?”

Theo numbly shakes his head without thinking.  The next step he hears is closer, heavier, metallic; overlaid with the clanking of metal and heavy, mechanical breathing.  He’s frozen in place, so much so he can’t move a limb, even when Liam gently pushes.  They know there should be no one in these tunnels.  Theo buried every entrance so no one could get to the Dread Doctors lab.  Even if they were gone, he refused for anyone to follow their directions on creating true evil.

The true evil they tried to corrupt him into.  He never met their goals, never lived up to their expectations.  From the moment he met them, he was a failure.

“Failure.”

Theo’s head snaps up, eyes flaring gold entirely out of his control.  “Did you hear that?”

“Failure.”

By the way fear seeps into Liam’s eyes, he hears it that time.  Without hesitation, he grabs Theo by the arm, giving him the push to shake off the spell and move.  Even then, Liam doesn’t let go, instead drops his hand to clutch Theo’s.  It’s what he needs to keep going, to get out.

“Failure.”

They stop again.  Nausea creeps up to Theo’s throat, every inch of his body burning when he hears a familiar screeching.  Not from where the first two echoes of voices were, but from behind.  Back where they were, where Theo would give anything not to turn back to now.

Liam’s face pinches, almost like he’s in pain.  “What is that noise?”

Theo closes his eyes and lets the sound cloud his senses.  It doesn’t strike him until it becomes loud enough that his ears ring.  He doesn’t open his eyes, desperate to keep tears from falling or from forcing himself to turn to face the darkness.

That screeching haunted his dreams for years.  It led him to the Dread Doctors in the first place, and it’s the sound he came to know as a reminder he did something wrong.  The Surgeon would drag that heavy cane on the ground while he walked, not because he had to, but so Theo would sit in terror, knowing what was coming.

“Oh fuck.”

The tremor in Liam’s voice is what finally gets Theo to clench his jaw, open his eyes and glance over his shoulder.  His body can’t decide whether to throw up, pass out or cry; instead it freezes again.  The hand on his own is the only thing anchoring him to reality.  Liam squeezes gently.

“What do we do?” he murmurs softly.

At the end of the hall, underneath blinking and broken lights are the three figments of Theo’s dark past.  Clad in long dark coats, bronze and metal plated masks, the hissing and whirring of their breathing and movement cutting through the otherwise eerie silence of the tunnels.  In front is The Surgeon, gold inlay of his cane catching the light.  He can feel the phantom graze of the metal as it hits him, over and over and over and-

“Theo, we need to get out of here.”

He tries to release Liam’s hand, but the beta doesn’t let go.  “You have to run, I…”  He can’t seem to tear his gaze from the Dread Doctors; they’re walking slowly, but Theo knows he can’t outrun them.  He’s never been able to.  “I’ll be the bait.”

Liam pulls his hand hard enough to force Theo to turn, looking away from the doctors.  His blue eyes are fierce, jaw clenched.  “You are never being the bait again.  We both make it out of here.”

He takes a step away, to run.  A low rumble stops him dead in his tracks.  

“Theo Raeken.”

And with that, he knows the life he fought so hard to get back is over.

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[bad268]

Second Place (Theo Pourchaire X F1 Academy! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Nope, just happy Theo is leading the championship now

Warnings: alcohol, Theo pushes the reader but no one's injured, hurt/comfort ig

Pronouns: You/your but fem reader (F1 academy driver&heels)

W.C. 1342

Summary: Theo is upset about always being in second place.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Motorsport.com)

Another race, and another second place for both you and Theo. Solid results for you, but for Theo, it just made him angry. He was always getting second place, rarely first, and while he hated these second-place trophies, you thrived on them. He could never understand despite knowing you for a decade and being with you for nearly two years.

You decided to go out to celebrate the results with your friends that night. Theo and his friends joined once they found out you were going to the same area. That’s how you, Theo, and a large group of your friends found yourselves at a club, closing in on midnight.

At first, it was great. Everyone was partying, dancing, drinking, talking, and having the time of their lives. Well, everyone except Theo. 

He was silently fuming as he nursed his eighth drink of the night. Why? Why did he always have to come in second? Why did you always celebrate second-place finishes as if you won the championship? Why did you not see second place as the first loser? Why did he feel envious of you for the same result? Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, but the liquid courage helped him ask you about it when you stumbled over to the booth he was hiding in.

“Hi Theo,” you giggled, leaning into him as you placed a kiss on his cheek. You did not notice the way he gripped his glass harder as his thoughts ran wild. “Why aren't you celebrating with us? Is your social battery dead? We can head back to the hotel.”

“How do you handle always being in second place?” He snapped, pushing you away enough to cause you to lose your balance for a second. You sobered up a bit at his reaction. He had never been one to get jealous of your results and he was not the type of person to hurt you in any situation.

“I see it as being reliable, I guess,” You answered, taking a breath and seat across from Theo. “I am consistently getting second place and my team can rely on me to bring in good points.”

“But doesn’t it ever get to you? Never winning?” He retreated back, almost like a moment of clarity despite the amount of alcohol in his system. You took it upon yourself to grab the glass and move it out of his reach; it was time for him to get cut off.

“I don’t see it like that,” you responded immediately. You could see that he was eating himself up over second place, but you needed him to see the other side, the positive side because he was spiraling. “Second place is still great points, and that’s how I was pretty much able to secure the championship this year. I just need one more second-place finish in a feature, and I win.”

“But don’t you wish that you won every once in a while?” He asked genuinely. “Standing on the top shelf, hearing your anthem, getting the biggest trophy, just the pride in saying that you won a race. Don’t you want that?”

“I do, but I’m not going to risk everything over a small chance to lead,” you responded, semi-understanding where he was coming from. “It’s everyone’s dream to win, but if I’m consistent enough, I can win either way. So many people have won races, then didn’t finish in the points, so their points are never consistent. I would rather say that I can achieve the same results at every race than say I won a single race. I’d rather win the bigger picture.”

“How…” He trailed off, looking around the club in disbelief. He was mainly just avoiding eye contact with the woman in front of him, but he could not fully understand her train of thought. “How do you stay so positive throughout the season? I just don’t get it.”

“Because you’re drunk, Theo,” you laughed, moving to stand. “You are drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Let’s go back to the room, and when you’re sober, I’ll help change your mind about being in second place because second place is just as great as first, if not more so. You just need to see it.” 

~~

It’s Thursday night. You would both be in the cars tomorrow for the practice and qualifying sessions, but tonight, you were sitting on the couch in Theo’s room, eating room service. Theo had remembered everything from the drunk conversation, but he regretted the way he talked to you immensely.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for how I brought up the conversation at the last race party,” he admitted, turning his full attention to you. You, on the other hand, did not understand where this apology was coming from. To you, he was just being hard on himself and needed some uplifting, especially after last year’s battle against Felipe Drugovich. 

“You don’t need to apologize, Theo. You were drunk-” you started but he cut you off.

“Being drunk isn’t an excuse!”  He was generally upset with how he brought up the conversation, and he was confused that you just brush it off. “I pushed you, and you almost fell! Being drunk does not excuse me from being a dick to you.”

“You weren’t a dick, let’s get that straight,” you put your foot down. “You were down, and you were upset. Sure, the alcohol didn’t help, but it’s a conversation we can have now, sober. Why were you so upset that you got second, and why do you think it’s so bad?”

“It’s just,” he sighed, taking a minute to sort through his thoughts as you grabbed his hand, reassuringly. “I’m always second. I was second in the championship last year, I am second in this championship, I haven't won a race since Bahrain, but I got second loads of times! Why am I always second? Am I that bad of a driver?”

“You are not a bad driver,” you comforted, pulling him into a hug. He immediately hid his face in your neck as you ran your fingers down his back and through his hair. “You are second in the championship by like five points, Theo, and you’re right. You haven’t won since Bahrain. How many has Vesti won this season?”

“Like four races, I think,” he answered. You pulled him out of your neck, placing your hands on either side of his face, and looking into his blue eyes.

“And you are keeping up with someone who has won three more races than you,” you put into perspective. “Don’t you see? All those second places add up quickly. You are five points behind someone who won more races. You are consistently in the points, not Vesti. As long as you keep up this streak, you’ll have the championship in no time.”

~~

“And Theo Pourchaire crosses the line in second place, and he takes the lead of the championship!” 

Theo was on the moon, or the podium. It’s crazy what a little difference in perspective can do for you. He jumped out of the car and immediately wanted to hug and thank you, but alas, you were racing in your own race. 

He stood on the second-place podium and for once, he was happy to be there. You were right. There was nothing wrong with coming in second place. It was solid points. 

That night, you both met up at the club. Instead of drowning his feelings in eight pints, he only had a couple because he was too busy dancing with you.

“Was I right? Second place is just as good as first, you can admit it.” You joked with him on the walk back. Well, more like ride back as you took your heels off at some point during the night, and Theo was not about to make you walk to the hotel barefoot. 

“You’re onto something,” he joked back, looking back at you on his back. “I’ll admit you’re right after we both win the championship.”

~~~~~

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#theo pourchaire x reader #theo pourchaire #theo x reader #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #f2 #f2 x reader #bad268 #ship268 #thing268 #f1 academy #f1 academy driver reader

[beautyislovley]

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡“

𝗕𝗕-first meeting Boris, you are also Theo’s sister.

"Alright if your going to spend the weekend here you have to follow one rule" Theo says to Boris who rolls his eyes "ugh правила, everywhere I go there are правила but fine Potter I'll follow these правила" Boris says as he slouches in his chair.

"You can't get with m-" "your step mother" Boris cuts off Theo with a smirk, "no! You can't get with my sister" Theo says loudly making Boris's eyes widen "sister" Boris asks.

"When I meet her" Boris asks clearly Intrigued "she's coming tomorrow" Theo says "did she come with you when you came here" Boris asks "no she ran away from my father when she saw him" Theo answers.

"They find her" Boris asks "yeah" Theo says.

The next morning the two teens woke up to the sound of yelling.

"Why the hell where you with a boy" Theo's father yells at the younger girl "why do you care" Y/n mutters as she sits down on the chair crossing her arms "answer the question slut" Theo's father yells at his sister "I'm a slut" Y/n asks loudly as she gets off of the chair now standing up as she glares at her father.

"Your the one who cheated on my mom with a girl who's obsessed with drugs" Y/n yells back at her father "don't you dare bring her into this" her father threatens "why you two are both dead beats" Y/n yells as she shakes slightly.

She looked brave but she wasn't, Theo knew this her and her father always got into arguments and she would always shake whenever he would yell or whenever she would yell.

"That is your sister" Boris asks "yup" Theo says as they spy on the yelling people in the kitchen. "Hot" Boris mumbles earning a glare from Theo.

"What did you say" her father leans down as he gets in her face, she begins to fiddle with the bottom of her shirt as she tries not to cry "I said your both dead beats" Y/n says as she looks directly into his eyes.

In a split second Y/n yelped out, her father had just slapped her. She looked at his at her eyes started to let her tears go that she had been holding back.

Theo and Boris rushed upstairs. So did Y/n but not before she flipped her 'dad' off and his girlfriend.

"Fucking asshole" Y/n mutters as she holds her cheek that had a huge red hand print as she walked to her room.

"I should go check up on her" Theo mutters awkwardly to his friend "I come to" Boris asks "sure, don't be weird" Theo says as he opens his door so they could walk to his sisters room.

Once they enter the room they see Y/n on her bed as she shook slightly, she had her headphones and her music blasted through her small black headphones.

"Y/n" Theo mumbles as he sits on her bed in-front of her, she hums as she pulls her headphones off of her head.

"We heard" Boris says as he stands awkwardly "sorry" Y/n mumbles as she wipes her tears that were falling down to her neck as she wasn't crying anymore. She didn't want to cry in-front  of her brother and his friend.

"Why did he start the argument" Theo asks as he puts a hand on her leg trying to calm her down, he knew that she wanted to scream and cry and just break down but she wasn't the type of person to do it-front of other people. She seemed it made her seem weak.

"When I ran away I went to my close friends house and he caught me there and he scolded me calling me a slut and other names" Y/n answers giving him a small dry laugh.

"Your жесткий" Boris says sitting down next to Theo "what does that mean" Y/n asks with curiosity "tough, your tough" Boris says making her smile. "I try" Y/n mumbles. "Anything I can do" Theo asks "no I'm fine, just can't understand him" Y/n says giving her brother a soft smile "well we're gonna go downstairs" Theo says as he stands up "join us, if you want" Boris says making Y/n giggle.

"Bye n/n" Theo says as him and his friend leave the room.

As they get in the kitchen Theo walks to the door and he pulls open the door, his car was gone he must've when out with his girlfriend. "He left" Theo says loudly to Borin before shutting the door close and locking it.

"Tell me about Y/n" Boris says "she tries to act like she doesn't care about our dad but she does" Theo says as Boris hands him vodka "I saw her shake" Boris says as Theo pours them both vodka in their cups. "Huh" The asks before he takes a sip "whenever she was yelling she shook" Boris says "oh, that reminds me" Theo says as he puts his cup down.

"When we were younger she would cry whenever an adult would yell at her" Theo says as if it's the most easiest thing to tell a person.

The whole night they talked about Y/n and also snorted stuff they probably weren't supposed to but they didn't care.

Translate- правила = rules, жесткий = tough

908 words

#beautyislovely #boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #boris #x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader

[esta-elavaris]

Part Eighteen [4,250 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - *Part Eighteen*

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When morning came near, Hattie - who’d greeted her with wide, disbelieving eyes upon finding her, dishevelled and barely dressed, on James’ sofa - was sent up to the mansion to inform the staff of what had happened, and have a carriage sent down to pick her up. Any insistence that she could walk had been flat-out ignored by the maid and the good captain both…and her legs did greet her with a distinct sort of shakiness when it came time to walk to the carriage.

Anyway, hoping for secrecy was daft.

While she would’ve been happy to never again discuss what had taken place that night – at least as far as the part that happened in the water was concerned – she’d been forced to concede James’ point when he deemed it a necessity. If any had spotted them on that cliff, or her slipping into his house barely-dressed and unchaperoned afterwards, it would be a reputation ruiner for everybody involved. Theo didn’t care about that, not as far as she herself was concerned, but she did know it would reflect badly on Elizabeth, Governor Swann, and James. Because that was what he’d asked her to call him now. James. It would take a bit of getting used to.

As dawn crept in, greeting them as they slipped into the carriage, Theo couldn’t help but wonder if a change of heart wouldn’t come with it. Decisions made, and confessions offered, in the dead of night after a life-or-death experience were bound to look different when cast in daylight. So, aided by her increasing numbness and exhaustion, she remained quiet throughout the journey – like one wrong word could have him awkwardly clearing his throat and finally requesting that she disregard anything he said in the heat of the moment, mere hours earlier.

It was irrational, sure, and it was probably even unfair. Norrington was careful, and did little without considering it first. He was far from the sort to kiss her and take it lightly. But was it any wonder that she was tired, confused, and doubtful after the run they’d had so far? Knowing that, in the movies at least, a good portion of his character revolved around a deep, meaningful love for one of her very close friends? A deficit of self-esteem was never a problem she’d really had, but it seemed…unreal that she could prompt such a change.

Even discarding what she’d seen of that fictional version of events, they had made a pretty big habit of taking one step forward followed by ten backwards, had they not? She’d never forgive herself if this was more of the same, and she failed to see it coming.

But he didn’t retract anything. In fact, whenever she snuck a look at him, she found him always watching her in return, making far less of an effort than she did to do so covertly, and…was that worry on his face? Rather than fidget, or avoid looking at her, or appear as though he was doing his best to work up to a very awkward admission, he simply watched her, his brow furrowed in concern. That same concern shone through to his eyes, too, and she wondered if he’d caught wind of her thoughts…or if he thought she harboured regrets.

“Do you-”

“I-” she began at the same time.

It was a relief that he’d intended to speak too, though, because she had begun her sentence with no idea of how it was actually going to proceed. He’d saved her from a whole lot of awkward mumbling.

“Go on,” she waved when he fell silent.

“I only meant to say that I should like to call on you today,” he said, “after you’ve had time to rest, of course. That is…if you are amenable?”

The blush that rose to her face must’ve been blatantly obvious, even in the dim pale light of dawn, thanks to how pale her features still were. And she knew he caught it, the bastard, because of how he stifled a smile.

“I’d like that,” she cleared her throat. “But you need to promise me you’ll rest, too.”

“You have my word,” he said with a solemness that was broken only by that very dangerous fondness in his eyes.

The Governor and Elizabeth were both on the front grounds of the mansion, both dishevelled, the Governor’s clothing askew as though he dressed in a hurry, and Elizabeth in a thick dressing gown to cover her nightdress – apparently having decided it would take far too long to dress properly so that she could greet them.

James disembarked the carriage first in order to gently help her out, a misshapen bundle of blankets and Doc Martens, toting a cloth sack that contained her still-wet clothing. The Governor looked carefully away, probably thanks to propriety, but it didn’t matter much because Elizabeth was upon her in an instant, pulling her towards the mansion as James stepped aside to speak to her father. Theo allowed her to do so with little more than a murmur.

Elizabeth’s horror, upon learning of the events that took place the previous night, lasted only as long as it took Theo to fill her in on what came afterwards. By which point she seemed pretty tempted to prematurely pioneer history’s first shark-empowering activism group. Theo tried not to take it personally.

“I knew it!” Elizabeth declared as Theo ducked behind a screen in the corner to change into proper nightwear.

“You knew I’d almost been eaten by a shark and that he saved my life just in time to confess that he thinks I’m not actually terrible?”

“No, of course not,” she scoffed in return. “But I knew something had happened. Oh Theo, the care with which he helped you out of that carriage. I’m surprised he didn’t sweep you off your feet and carry you to bed himself.”

“That’d be jumping the gun a bit.”

“Joke all you like, that may not be too far off. He clearly means to court you! He can’t even wait a full day to begin nudging the matter forward. Oh, I could kiss that shark, I really could.”

When she emerged from behind the screen – mostly hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t take note of the men’s nightshirt now draped over the top of it – the damn tremor was back in her limbs. And while she didn’t notice the discarded clothing, she did notice that. Immediately she frowned, dark eyes serious rather than gleeful.

“I didn’t mean to make light of it,” she said, an apology in her voice. “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” Theo replied quickly. “Just…a long night. A complicated one.”

One that left her with many dilemmas.

A few hours of sleep was followed by a visit from the local doctor – for the sake of her nerves rather than her physical wellbeing – and by midday, Theo was fully dressed and in the drawing room, albeit with her feet propped up on a footstool, and a blanket draped across her. As if they weren’t in the Caribbean. She might’ve been more of a smartarse about it if her hands and feet hadn’t still been absolutely freezing, a sign that her body was still in high-alert mode, even if the doctor had plied her with some concoction that eased her mind up a little.

Were it not for James’ promised visit, she suspected she’d have been banned from rising and dressing at all. But since he had promised to visit, and Elizabeth’s priorities were impossible to reshuffle, she found herself laced into a gown of cool blue, her hair in a low, curling bun at the nape of her neck so as not to tempt the headache that kept trying to break through ever since she’d awoken.

It appeared that, even during the few hours she slept, word had spread through the town regarding her ordeal, for the sitting room was utterly jam-packed with flowers. Most of them came with cards insisting that she should let the senders know the moment she was up to receiving visitors, so that they could check in on her in person. A thinly veiled request to hear the full story directly from her, really, but she did hope her ordeal might buy her five minutes of rest from the machinations of Amelia Simmonds and her gang of idiots…right up until they found out about the thawing between she and Port Royal’s most eligible bachelor. Then they’d despise her more than ever.

When James did turn up, though, once again properly dressed with his wig and hat atop his head, Theo thought that the hatred would well be worth it. Especially considering that now, rather than watching her with distrust as he had in the beginning, or even just guardedness as he had thereafter, there was instead that heart-rendingly soft expression that would seem utterly impossible according to those who’d only seen him in his professional mode.

“I am going to check up on our tea and luncheon,” Elizabeth announced before they’d even had a chance to take a breath after greetings were offered.

It wasn’t improper – not in a house with this many servants. A footman still lingered in the corner of the very room, waiting to fulfil any request they might have. Of course, he could have very easily been sent to check up on how their tea and sandwiches were coming along, but that wouldn’t achieve Elizabeth’s ends, so Theo kept quiet on it. Mostly because she felt mortifyingly shy enough as it was, and while she could take a joke as well as the next person, she didn’t want to sit through an hour of Elizabeth’s help where this was concerned.

“How are you feeling?” he came to perch on the sofa beside her, leaving one cushion’s worth of space between them.

“Restless,” she admitted. “How are you?”

“I’ve faced worse,” he said, with a sort of mild boastfulness that had her smiling.

“Just any other night for you then, was it?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” that softness was back again, his eyes flickering briefly towards her lips, and Theo blushed.

 “The, er, prescribed method of recovery around here isn’t my usual go-to,” she explained.

“What is your preferred method?”

“Swimming,” she had to stop and laugh at the look he gave her when she said that. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to go bolting down to the beach when nobody’s looking. It’ll be a while before I get back in the water.”

“What happened was a stroke of incredibly bad luck,” he said, after thinking for a moment. “You should not allow it to keep you from what you enjoy.”

Theo smiled, unable to help it, because that was…that was sweet, actually. Not just the sentiment, but the fact that he was making the effort to offer that reassurance – because it was clear that doing so was not yet entirely within the realms of his comfort zone. But they did need to get used to this…this new dynamic between them. It followed so quickly on from a bad argument, and forgiveness and trust that still felt fragile on both sides. She didn’t think it was entirely unreasonable to worry that one wrong joke, one spell of teasing that went too far, would shatter it all.

Getting on well for a longer span of time wasn’t something they’d yet mastered, was it? And there was more worry still on her side – because she wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d forgotten that there were explanations as to her past that she had not yet offered. And now he knew that Elizabeth knew. While that could help, while it would hopefully reassure him that it was nothing too sinister – for she hadn’t been turned out of the mansion – she also suspected it would only deepen his curiosity further.

And, if they really did manage to make it a week or two without arguing again, curiosity could swiftly turn to hurt that she would tell Elizabeth, but not him. All right, she hadn’t told Elizabeth of her own volition, but he didn’t know that.

“Hiking was always another go-to,” she sighed. “’Til my legs felt fit to drop off. Again, though, I don’t think that’s very feasible here. Not today, at least.”

“Would a turn about the gardens do as a substitute?”

“God, yes.”

If she had to stay cooped up indoors all day, she’d go mad.

The day outside was gloriously sunny, but with a cool and soothing breeze that broke up the stifling heat and allowed her to really enjoy the brilliant blue cloudless sky, rather than wilting under the heat.

“Sorry, I’m a bit fuzzy,” she wrinkled her nose as they walked. “The doctor insisted on giving me something for my nerves, and in hindsight I’m pretty sure it was an opiate.”

Opioid use was one particular ride she thought to save for later in life, when things got really stale, but it had been foisted on her in her twenties, and she just felt a bit floaty and nauseous for her troubles.

“Did it work?”

“A little bit. But it’s not the sort of thing I want to rely on. It’s not like it won’t all still be waiting for me when this stuff wears off – so it needs to be tackled head-on, instead. For efficiency’s sake, if nothing else.”

The smile he gave at that was strangely approving. She’d have to get used to his approval, then.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“I…look, I don’t know how this courting thing works.”

She didn’t even know if it was some sort of glaring taboo to address it so directly here and now, but she hoped he’d at least appreciate her frankness. And, thank god, he didn’t suddenly go pale or seem all that horrified at all. Mostly just surprised.

“You don’t?” his eyebrows raised a little.

“Why the shock? Did you have me pegged as someone with a string of suitors littering the ground behind her?”

“Boasting all manner of mortal wounds, at that,” he replied drily.

Theo grinned, and then she laughed, but she knew he was waiting for some sort of elaboration.

“Back home is…it’s a different world. And that’s an understatement. Nothing works the same way here as it does there. And even if it did, this sort of thing just…wasn’t a priority. I never paid it much mind.”

“So you’ve never been courted? None have made…overtures?”

“Not by English standards. Oh, don’t look so shocked.”

It wasn’t even much of a lie. In the sense that he knew the word, she hadn’t been. Nobody around here was inviting anybody for a McDonald’s and a cheeky kiss at three in the morning after a night out. Unless that was the next step here, she really was ignorant as all hell as to how things would proceed.

“Of course I’m shocked,” he huffed a laugh – but not a mean-spirited one. “You are…you are beautiful. And intelligent. Witty, too.”

The compliments were delivered after a brief moment of awkward hesitation, but once he began he seemed to find it easier – which was exactly when Theo started finding it difficult, blushing and looking away. He wasn’t happy to let that go uncommented on, either.

“…Even if you’ve a strange way of finding it easier to accept jokes about a hypothetical murderous past than compliments on your countenance.”

Now she did look at him, arching an eyebrow and fighting a smile.

“Don’t get too cocky. You’re criminally handsome, your voice is unreal, and – stop me if this is going too far – you’re an excellent swimmer in the face of shark infested waters.”

When she’d made the joke warning him to stop her, a brief glimmer of alarm had played across his face, like he was expecting her to say something really out of pocket. So, instead, when she ended how she did, he rolled his eyes – fondly, though – before her earlier compliments seemed to register and he flushed just as she had.

“See? Now we’re both blushing,” she pointed out smugly.

He cleared his throat, but appeared content to let the matter lie there. Theo resisted the urge to draw up a scoreboard.

“You said not by English standards. Are Irish standards so different?” he asked.

“That difference can’t be overstated,” she muttered. “I’m just wondering…you’re…I mean, the expectation isn’t that…”

“Please, speak freely,” he reassured – despite his own, very visible, discomfort.

“This isn’t the sort of thing where there’s a wedding planned for two weeks from now, is it?”

Things were different in this time. Back home, even acknowledging, factually speaking, that marriage was a thing that existed this early on would be a bad idea. But here, marriage, more often than not, was a business arrangement rather than a relationship in the sense of the word that she was familiar with. A few weeks to come to the conclusion that they could, in fact, spend more than an hour together without wanting to commit murder, and then it was off to popping out babies.

“I’ve no intention of rushing you,” he answered, clearing his throat and suddenly finding his shoes very interesting. “Nor…nor this. The last few weeks have been regrettable. I think we both need time in which to find our footing before we worry about blazing ahead.”

Theo nodded, relieved.

“And…” he paused, then pushed through his hesitation. “I did rather doubt that you’d wish to be married without your father present to witness it, or offer his permission. Given what I have heard of the bond you share with him. I expect he should need to be located first. And I assure you, if he does not surface in due course, I shall be happy to use whatever resources are at my disposal to seek him out-”

Maybe it was the medicine – and if it wasn’t, she was still going to blame it anyway – but Theo found her vision very quickly blurring with tears, and his eye was far too keen to miss it.

“Making you weep was the very last thing I desired to do,” he sighed softly.

“No, it’s…” she paused, sniffed, and then shook her head as she wrapped her arms around herself. “They’re not the worst kind of tears. It’s just…that was sweet. Of you to say. Of you to think of.”

“I cannot be the first to have done so, surely?”

“Elizabeth understands. How couldn’t she? She and her father…”

“The ever-present aide-memoire must be challenging,” he allowed.

“Sometimes. It’s nice that she understands, though. I had friends back home who hated their parents. Never understood that me n’ my dad were…well, we were friends.”

“I see no reason for you to speak of such matters in the past tense,” he said gently.

Didn’t he? That was the problem, wasn’t it. If anything, it was almost easier when she thought he hated her – or at least that he didn’t return her feelings. This whole situation was a glaring example of how folk should be careful what they wished for, because she’d damn well gotten it and now she was left with a dilemma that was far more tricky than heartache.

Or maybe she could just think that because she no longer had to deal with that heartache. Not in the same way, at least.

Because what did this all mean? As far as returning home went? Whether he knew it or not, even by just walking with her about these gardens, James had changed the course of his life significantly. The one it was meant to take. Even if that course led somewhere that she now knew damn well she could never allow. Had she been able to take feelings out of the matter and look at the bare facts, it wouldn’t be right to see him take such a leap of faith and then still plot to leave – then, adding feelings into the mix, it only made her more inclined to stay.

But staying meant…well, not going back. And that thought was a lot to contend with in general, never mind after the night she’d just had.

“To properly answer your question, courting is typically a matter of earning the approval of the family of the lady in question, as well as that of the lady herself. Which…makes our set of circumstances unique. For the time being. Although I cannot pretend that I’m not relieved that I have time to win back your regard before I have to do so with your father. I suspect the former would strongly impact the latter.”

“You talk like you haven’t already managed it.”

In response to that, he watched her carefully.

“One good deed cannot undo all of the ill I have wrought thus far,” he pointed out.

Theo pushed down her discomfort at how close those words came to the ones he was destined to say to Elizabeth on the Dutchman, shortly before his demise.

“You fumbled the ball a bit,” she said. “You didn’t try to murder me. I’m not going to exact a pound of flesh.”

Although it was far easier to be all magnanimous about it now that they were through it. Judging by the rueful look he fixed her with, he was very aware of that.

“My dad’s always been the sort where as long as I’m happy, he’s happy, so you…you shouldn’t worry. About that. I do hope, though, that all of this doesn’t make life awkward for you.”

“If you’re referring to the opinions of Miss Simmonds and her pack of wolves, I care little for what they have to say on this matter – nor on any other, for that matter.”

“Oh, not them. Sod them,” she snorted. “But…the Swanns…Governor Swann, I mean – Elizabeth’s practically been doing cartwheels all morning, but her father…I know how well the two of you get on. This won’t make things awkward, will it? He wanted you and Elizabeth to- well, I don’t want to be the evil lodger who came in and spoiled it all.”

“I imagine he’d be more upset were Miss Swann at all upset by what has come to pass. And while I respect her greatly still, even the mightiest saint would not nudge one they hoped to marry towards another. Had she been devastated by these recent changes, the Governor would take a less favourable view on it, but given that it makes her just as happy as we now are, all will be well.”

She didn’t quite manage to keep the surprise from her face, and he caught it – offering a small, amused smile in turn.

“It’s remarkable,” he commented softly, “what one can see upon no longer hoping to see something different.”

“And what are you hoping to see now, then?” she asked.

“More of you,” he answered – apparently without thinking, for then he realised how it sounded and balked, a flush immediately rising to his face. “That is, er, I wish to visit with you more frequently, and see if…er…well- I mean, of course, I did not mean that-”

“You’ll have to ask very, very nicely,” she interrupted.

The joke was a gamble; not only because of the time period, but because of how tentative everything was between them. Usually Theo was all for gambles just like that, but in this instance she found herself watching his expression nervously…and breathing a heavy sigh of relief when, upon registering them properly, he faltered, and then he laughed. All right, it wasn’t a stomach-grabbing, doubled over with tears in the eyes sort of laugh, but it broke the tension.

“We’ll…get better at this,” he said finally, shaking his head. “We’ll find our footing, as we proceed. If, indeed, you wish to proceed. I’ve no wish to hold you to anything to said…or did…last night, in your shaken state.”

His determination to make sure only to secure her agreement to this under the best circumstances possible only made her feel all the more guilty for all she kept from him. With images of home whirling throughout her mind, and visions of his opinion of her once again doing a complete u-turn if he knew where home really was for her, the most answer she could offer was a nod, and that nod was enough to have him smiling.

“I don’t think we’re doing too badly,” she pointed out quietly.

“I suppose not, if we count today as a clean slate.”

“Last night had its moments.”

This time he didn’t blush or fluster, only smiled a little as he bowed his head. “It did.”

For a while, they were content to walk quietly, stealing glances here and there and then blushing when they caught the other doing the same thing. It was so disgustingly cute that Theo was tempted to hate herself for it.

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Water from the past P.1

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: Hello beautiful people! I'm sorry there hasn't been any content from me lately, but some issues have arisen, some of which I could handle myself, others not so much, which kept me from working on it. At least I was finally able to get this request half done. There will be a second part to this and hopefully a rewrite in the future but for now, I hope this at least somewhat meets your expectations @rajandylan , and thank you for this request! I enjoyed it immensely! And as I already said, there will be a second, more kinky part. :)

The slight silver moon shone upon the river you sat at. Three months had passed on that day, and you still couldn't deal with what had happened. Your skin still crawled as you just thought about his betrayal.

Not knowing where he went, you tried to find a way to deal with it. Your friends tried to keep your mind off of things. At least after you broke three bathrooms inside the school, unable to control your powers at times.

After those three months, it wasn't just your self-control that slowly came back to you. But you came back as well. Never before did you have to give out so many apologies, and many still haven’t forgiven you for things you did or said in a fit of rage they weren’t even a part of.

One after the other, even though people have forgiven you. Thanks to you being a person people could always come to when they had problems.

They acknowledged that it wasn't you and even tried to help you. It took you a long time to accept their offers, but after you did accept it, your world suddenly changed for the better. You have hiked with people you have never had contact with before.

As it turns out, Jackson might be an asshole, but a nice one if he is alone with Danny and you, especially when the three of you are in the wilderness far from civilization. Where Danny, and you joke about getting rid of Jackson's dead body whenever he gets obnoxious. Then he became tame very quickly.

But now, three months had passed, on that very day, you and your boyfriend would have been a year together. It broke your heart all over again. The last bit you had of him was the bracelet around your wrist. He was so smug, as he had given you the gift after the first month.

You hadn’t even known that you two were supposed to switch out gifts. He had insisted on you opening it. You saw that silver bracelet as clear as day. You could still feel the first confusion you had. But as you took it out, you knew why he was so smug.

„Why is there the first letter of my first name and the first letter of your last name?“

„Early preparations for when you take my last name, of course!“ He cheekily told you, followed by a soft kiss on your cheek. You were so flustered at that moment that you didn't even know what to say. Usually, you would have said something embarrassing to ruin the moment, but not this time.

It only got worse as he kneeled in front of you. Holding out the bracelet as if you were his king and he was your servant. He made it seem like an honor, accepting it. His smug smile had only grown afterward. „Hopefully, that gets those hormonal asshats from your case. You are mine, and everyone should know that!“ He had exclaimed rather loudly directly as the bracelet was closed around your wrist. Kissing you intensely, holding your body in place as if you would run away any second.

Now you know better. Today you knew why he always held you so close, which made all those memories so bittersweet. He actually held onto you for dear life with the faintest hope that if you ever found out what he did, you wouldn't leave him immediately but would listen to him.

You wanted to beat him the day you found out, show him the true extent of your powers he had never seen, but it felt good to belong to someone. Even though you had many friends, you never felt like a part of any group. Being different can be a good thing, but lonely as well.

Still sitting there at this damn river, you could only think that you never had the chance to confront your boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend? At this point, you weren’t sure. The love, as bad as it felt after the fact was still there. Unwavering of the storm, still threatening to break out.

In danger of suffocating from the horrible feelings and thoughts plaguing your mind, you just wanted to be left alone. But as a hand suddenly grabbed onto your shoulder, you feared to know who it was. „Scott, I've told you a hundred times not to disturb me today!“

„I hoped you would want to see me, especially today.“ As soon as this deep, velvet voice was carried over to your ears, your body tensed up like never before. The hand felt oddly familiar, not because your alpha friend was trying to distract you from things as he normally would. But because that special someone who was the source of your heartbreak and suffering stood behind you.

Neither of you moved. You were kept in place by shock. But the nature around you knew that something was up. The water in front of you reacted to your sudden hand movements, letting it move as never before.

But the boy behind you didn't see or hear it. Too preoccupied with your fast-beating heart. You couldn't believe the balls he had. Coming back, just like that, as if nothing ever happened! He had not even said goodbye to you, even though you wouldn’t have wanted to hear it anyway. But it was the thought that counted in that matter.

„Calm down, please, babe. Your heart pumps too quickly,“ he whispered into your ear as he leaned down. Feeling his hot breath on your skin once again almost made you lose your compulsory. You wanted to rip him into pieces for taking their side over your friends.

You will never forget the looks of your friends when it finally turned out that your love was actually the bad guy and you were protecting him all along. Your friendship with Malia was cut that day. Ever since you met her, she has become one of your best friends. It hurt, but you understood. You could never forget the words she spat in your face that day.

Lydia, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She could understand you. She was the only one who could see the pain it was causing you to get used by the boy you believed loved you. Lydia hugged you after Theo fled.

For him to now just stand there after everything he had done? It was more a nightmare than anything else.

But feeling him so close and even his breath made you so angry. With one quick movement, you stood up, like a monsoon wave. Moving your arm, commanding the water in front of you to do your will.

Liters of water splashed in Theo’s face, making him tumble backward. As you redirected the water away from his face, behind him, you could see the look of utter shock on his handsome but wet face. For the first time, you saw his long hair. Even though it looked good on him, it still, would never come close to his former relatively short one. How soft it felt under your fingers as he let you ride him to take some control, only to punish you afterward.

But that was beside the point at that moment. What could you do? Theo was sex on two feet. He was born to dominate, to make you suffer from lust, to breed you just to stuff something inside you to keep his seed from escaping, whispering in your ear that he has to make you bear his child. It was all dirty talk, and even though that was the case it still made you feel in some way.

„What?“ He was able to bring out before you let the water from behind him sweep him from his feet, just to be caught by the same water and carried into the sky. Amid the woods surrounding Beacon Hills was a floating pool, with only Theo in it, still in his clothes.

Changing your stance your arm movements became more rounded, Quickly imprisoning Theo in a ball of ice. With the water inside, you started acting on your anger, throwing him around in it, pushing all the water aside so he could stand on the ice, only to have the water throw him around again. Making it quick enough and reducing the water in your attacks to give him real injuries. As his blood slowly drained from his body, you hurt him with that too.

It got so bad that at one point, you had cut him, thrown a ball out of ice in his face, and slammed a massive amount of water against his stomach.

Every little smack you gave him actually helped you. You felt validated by those feelings. But as the first wave of hatred and anger passed, remorse filled your body. Even though that was the case, you were filled with the feeling that he hadn't learned his lesson.

As you couldn't hear him pleading to stop anymore, fearful shock filled your every fiber. You wanted him to feel the pain you had felt all the time he was gone. Not only because of how much he had manipulated you but because of the heartbreak you had felt. You didn't want to hurt him permanently or kill him.

Suddenly all anger was gone. With one last movement, you let all the water become water again and freed it from your powers. Letting Theo fall to the floor. The soggy forest floor protected him from further damage to his body.

Filled with regret, you ran over to him. Seeing his battered body up close for the first time was heartbreaking. But Theo just smiled. He fucking smiled at you, who had beaten him up so furiously.

„I never knew you were so powerful,“ he whispered, on the brink of life. His body wasn’t healing as you had seen before. „You looked so beautiful.“

His words brought tears to your eyes. His hands tried to reach you, but he couldn’t lift his hand, too much energy was already used off by just staying alive. „Could you?“ He asked suddenly. Without a second to think, you took his hand. With the minimal movement he could make, you led his hand to your cheek, putting his larger hand upon it. „It doesn’t matter what I did. I always loved you. And always will.“ Just then, a single tear could free itself from its confinement inside his body.

Not long after, his eyes closed, and his hand fell to the floor. In a sudden panic, you stood up, summoning more water to you. „You fucking prick, you will not die this easily! Not until you make better what you have done!“ Incasing Theo’s body in the water, it swapped over and around him softly. The glowing blue water healed his wounds in no time. But the real problem was the psychological damage, which you couldn't do anything about.

For an hour, you sat there, moving your arms in swimming motions, making damn sure that his body would be completely healed. But in reality, you would never be able to live your life if he should die, and it was your fault.

As this agonizing hour passed, you knew that if he wouldn’t wake up soon, he never will. You already have tears in your eyes. Just as you were about to give up, a sudden noise startled you so greatly that it broke your concentration. Your eyes are intensely on Theo’s face believing the sound came from him. But nothing moved. Only for you to look around and see a small animal in the bushes near you two.

„Fuck!“ You muttered angrily under your breath. You were hoping it was Theo, but apparently, it was just wishful thinking. Now you had to face that you killed your first love out of anger. You never should have used your powers again. They were too dangerous. How stupid could you have been?

As your mental state turned over into insanity, something else was moving. It came quickly closer to you. But you were preoccupied with your own devastating thoughts.

A warm, wet feeling ripped you out of your mind. But instead of moving away in a panic, you were frozen to the place. Not even able to move your head, silently begging the moon not to let you die there with your unconscious first love by your side.

That disgusting feeling of warm wetness slowly made its way up your arm. Tears rolled down your face within seconds. Believing your life was over. But to your utter surprise, you suddenly felt pressure on the nap between your under and upper arm. Your eyes slowly dropped to the place where the pressure was put on.

There was nothing dangerous but a thumb, slowly wandering up the hand and the arm until your tearful eyes landed on your first love, just lying there with a soft smile. „I'm fine," he whispered in your direction, just loud enough for you to hear.

Before you knew it, you laid on top of him, arms around his neck, head beside his. Ugly crying like you've never done before. He hadn't moved once, just lay there like a corpse. If he wasn't breathing, it could have been a lot scarier.

„Everything is all right. I’m here now.“ He whispered into your ear. For some reason, it struck you more than it should have. Every bit of him was more vivid now. The slight touching between your skins lets yours prickle with anticipation. It is so long since you had felt him the last time. Never would you have thought that your body longed so much for his flawless body.

„I need you!“ It was all warning he got before you made your way south. The last thing you saw on his face was utter shock from this whole situation.

Chaste kisses were set from your little lips. First, his neck, but you wandered quickly further down to his muscular chest. His pecs were one of your favorite things about Theo. Even though he wasn’t the tallest guy, with his buff physique, nobody would try anything with you or him.

As you always did, you made sure that every little bit of his chest was touched by your lips or tongue, which decided that it wanted to play too. It turned you even more on that Theo did not seem to be able to move. He was always the boss, but now you wanted to try it too.

„Are you sure about this? We… I…“ But before he could say anything stupid, you put a finger over his slightly fuller lips. „Don’t ruin the moment. I want this, and I hope… you want this too?“ Batting your eyes, you knew that he was already a goner. He could be seen swallowing hard, his Adam's apple, jumping up and down with excitement.

Before you made sure his six-pack would get the same attention as his pecs, you kissed his neck once again, this time directly on his Adam's apple, just to lick his chin up, stopping right in front of his lips. His eyes were closed, waiting for the kiss you wanted to gift him. But as nothing came, he opened his mesmerizing eyes again. They were full of lust but also anger. Most likely because he wasn’t able to switch places with you, stick your face in the dirt, and show you who's really in charge.

„I like this very much, having you so vulnerable underneath me. Right at my will.“

You could feel Theo shudder beneath you as he realized that if the two of you got dirty, you would be as mean to him as he was to you.

Before he could start to worry, you finally gave him what he wanted, the kiss he craved for the whole time he was gone. But not as long as he wanted. As soon as the first gratification hit you and he tried to assert dominance by sticking his tongue in your mouth, you stopped it. Raising yourself with one of your hands on his slightly flushed chest, you gently patted his cheek to draw attention to his momentarily hopeless situation.

„Don’t try me, Theo! I will let you lay here without touching you again!“ His eyes widened immediately. Before, he would never have believed that you would do something like this, but you have changed, even if it was only a little.

With the hand you had slightly slapped Theo, this hand went around his throat as much as it could. It felt great. You usually do this whenever you've had a chance when your head hasn't been banged into something and your arms bound by his hands.

In the end, you only could hold your hand there, the most southern part of his hard six-pack. As soon your kisses went south, to the last bit of clothing he was wearing, besides his strongly damaged leather jacket. Your hand wandered from his throat down his pec, directly down to his pants.

Slowly opening his pants, freeing them from the leather belt. Completely pulling it out and laying it down beside Theo’s body.

You pulled the pants down just as much as you had to free this beautiful perfect body from the most heinous crime he could commit with it, hiding it away.

His impressive dick sprung out immediately. „I knew you would like that, as always, not only horny but kinky as well, the third best thing on your body.“

„What-What are the first two?“ He moaned loudly as you took his cock in his hand, jerking him off slowly.

„Well, the second is the rest of your body...your huge muscles, those arms…god, how I missed having them around me to pull me closer to you. This chest of yours, in which I cried my eyes out many times and used as a pillow, more often than not. And then there's your face, something no one can ignore, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!“

As you told him about the body parts you loved the most, you wandered over them with your free hand. His upper arms were still covered by his leather jacket, you still stroke them up and down. Feeling the cold leather beneath your warm skin, gave you some sort of missed euphoria. You squeezed his arms and could feel his muscles flex without him having to move.

As you went over to his chest, he moaned again, only this time louder. His skin became irritated from the long time you played with it, especially his nipples. His body reacted so strongly to you twisting them that he buckled himself into your hand.

But as you mentioned his face, you went directly over it, the tip of his cock, poking against your stomach, forcing you onto all fours just to hover over his face. When you kissed him once more quickly, but enough to let him hang on for more. The satisfaction you felt seeing him like this, eyes begging, but his ego didn’t let him do it verbally, which led to you stopping the treatment his cock received from you.

Instead, you pressed it against his ripped body, laying flat on him. Going through his hair with both of your hands. „I think you know what I want.“ The grin on your face infuriated Theo because it was the same one he gave you every time he wanted you to beg for his cock. Or just for him to simply touch you.

If you thought about it, you should’ve seen his manipulating side earlier, but it turned you on too much to really care. You fell in love with his mysterious bad-boy personality. But you stayed because of the good heart that underlies it all. You still knew deep down that if he had been a softy, you would have left him a long time ago.

You wanted him to be that stupid, flirty, arrogant self in public but sweet, kind, and caring whenever you two were alone and a dominant stallion in bed. But now that you have felt the power Theo usually has, the wish to be this more often came up deep inside of you. Looking into his eyes as you make his body shudder with lust, anticipation, and feral instincts. His shuddering underneath you gave you pleasure beyond all reasoning.

„Beg for me to touch you.“ You finally whispered in his ear. But he just gritted his teeth. His ego wouldn’t let it go. He even averted his eyes.

Here and there, you only touched him in places you knew he loved more than anything. Stroking his cock ever so slightly.

„Come on! You can't let someone you hurt down like that.“ Suddenly all your movements stopped. He tried it again, and somehow you loved it. Maybe you were in a cycle with your first love. It sickened you to your core.

„I wouldn’t have hurt you if you didn’t try to kill my friends, used me to get close to them, and left without a word. So let us call that even, shall we?“

At that moment, a light appeared in Theo's eyes. He finally understood that his actions had changed me as well. Now there were no suspicions but hard proof for that.

„I always loved you. Your friends send me into limbo. A bit problematic to tell you that.“ He told you breathlessly. His cock, is squeezed by your hand. Your friends lied to you too. Maybe your abilities get more practice after all.

Your other hand grabbed his neck again, forcing him higher so that his head was tilted slightly. „If you ever try to manipulate me again, I will not hesitate to punish you again. Understood?“ He weakly nods his head at that. But you still did not move very much, still waiting for his begging.

"Please," he began to speak, finally, breaking his resolve a bit, and it was enough for you. Immediately you let go of his neck, jumped up, and let yourself fall back down, just turned around. With your face on his still, very hard cock and your ass in his face.

„I played with myself from time to time, but I’m very tight, but as I remember, your tongue has a use, doesn’t it?“ He immediately understood the comment and began to work. You pressed your butt against his face because you knew he couldn't move much.

But as he was already working on opening up your hole for him, you still appreciated the massive cock in front of you. You didn't even have to hold it up because it does that on its own. Several veins ran visibly over it. Especially one big vein that you always loved. You didn’t even realize that you moved towards it until its cock head was already in your mouth.

At first, it was hard to get used to this massive thing again. You couldn't find anything like it, and you weren't willing to run after another guy, not willing after the heartbreak you had experienced. It wasn’t better or easier, because of the love you still felt for this massive asshole.

Now that the original was finally back, hopefully, to be used by you again and again.

Theo moaned in your slightly opened hole as you took more and more of his meat down your throat, the gag reflex gone since the first month of your relationship with him. The way he had used it since then was inhuman, but you loved it anyway.

Slurping around it, making it nice and wet for what would come soon, but at this moment, you enjoyed him twitching inside your mouth. That was until you felt a particularly erratic twitch and a warm substance coming out of him. Without making a sound, you just let it slip down your throat as you were used to. But after he's finished coming, you finally let his now slightly limp cock pop out of your mouth.

„You became weak as I see.“ Your tone icy cold, disappointed even. Before he was gone, he could obscure you for hours or multiple times a day if you didn't have time for a long session.

„Sorry,“ he sounded exhausted. „It was a long time. I hadn’t come in months!“ he finally exclaimed with a groan as she jerked his cock again.

Without a word, you turned back around, so you could look into his eyes again. Right in front of him, you pulled your shirt over your head and showed off your toned physique. Working out was, the only thing you enjoyed doing because it made you feel close to Theo.

You will never be at the same level as Theo was, which wasn't a problem for either of you, but you feel much better now.

Right after, you got up and took off your shoes to take off your pants next. There amid this forest clearing, close to the river that almost nobody visits anymore, were now two mostly naked guys, having a reunion worthy of lustful demons.

Instead of a kiss, which Theo seemed to have wanted, as you sat down close to his cock, you took his face into his hand, squeezing it a little bit. „You changed, Theo, but I hope you're still the guy I loved and not some washed-up pussy.“

Teasing his rock-hard cock with your ass crack. He loved your ass, and it got a little bigger than the last time he was intimate with you. Two perfect peaches, slightly wobbling against his massive cock.

„Come on, babe, don’t tease me like this!“ he whined loudly. But he could also say it was revenge for all the times he did this to you. In school, at his house, at yours, in bathrooms, and especially in his truck. God… his truck had so many lewd memories from which you could have come just thinking about it.

„Stop being a whiny bitch, and take your punishment, you big baby!“ You told him as you let his tip slip into your hole. He breathed out aggressively, trying to hide his loud moan underneath it. „Oh, the big bad wolf… finally feels… how bad it is to be taken advantage of, now does he?“ A smug smirk plastered on your face the entire time as you suppressed your moans.

Not knowing how you hid your excitement to feel this massive cock inside of you again, you just went with it. Feeling all-powerful, the boss over a usual dominant stallion like Theo Raeken.

„Just wait till I can move again! I will show you what you have done then!“ But his threat went down as you slowly sat down onto his dick, slipping right into your tight, wet hole. You had no idea how he could get so much spit… so deep inside you, but you didn't think twice about it. His dick was making you dumb, even though you had all power.

You could feel every single vein of Theo's cock deep inside you as you finally sat down on it a few minutes after you started this torture. Its largest vein, which helped the cock stand upright, vibrated against your canal. Making you moan loudly. You even threw your head back, not believing what just had happened.

But when you came around, your hands resting on Theo's broad chest, you looked him straight in his eyes. That fucking hot, arrogant, smug smile, back on his perfect face. You hated it and fell in love all over again at the same time. Even though he seemed a lot softer than before, you could tell that old Theo is still there.

It gave you the last bit of confidence to move slowly. Almost letting his cock slip out of your hole again, just to slam yourself back onto it, scratching the one point inside of you that nothing could’ve touched, only his dick was able to get to it, as if you were made to take him.

„You fucking asshole!“ You moaned loudly and tried to find a rhythm that ultimately left you and Theo unable to form any clear thoughts, both overwhelmed by the feeling. He was so overwhelmed that he was able to cum all over again. But when he saw the satisfied smile on your face, feeling him again, he wasn't ready to end the moment anytime soon. Even though he certainly was able to go for another round. But knowing yourself, you would no longer have the power to assert dominance over him.

„I hate myself that I love you! You are such an- Fuck- Your dick is so fucking big!“ At this point, you were reduced to a moaning mess, barely able to move. His cock pushed against that special spot in you so many times that all you could see were stars. And still, you moved, even if it was only slightly.

„Please, let me cum!“ Theo suddenly begged again, but you couldn't see him through your blurry eyes or the stars that kept blocking your vision. But his words were enough to give you another boost of energy.

Sit back up, the whole situation was about riding that stud faster and harder than before to get to the point that it was all about him again and not chasing your lust like it should have been. Hands barely able to hold you upwards. A few hard thrusts were enough to bring Theo to his second climax. „Your ass is the best, fuck! So tight!“ He groaned loudly as he finally entered you again, freshly tagging you and making sure you and everyone else knew whom you belonged to.

As soon as he began to pump you full with his potent sperm, you came yourself painting his beautiful body white, even shot right against his chin.

„Fuck!“ Spoken in unison by you two, Theo was able to giggle, but you just fell onto his muscular upper body, completely exhausted from the act you had to do this time. If you knew it was that difficult, you would never have tried to be on top. But you loved it in a way. Not only because of the power you held. But because you could show a little appreciation, even if you made it another time, you had more on your mind than just the old sex.

Worship his body, and play with it a bit before you would even start embarking on his beloved cock.

Lying in your cum on his exceedingly warm body, you almost fell asleep until you felt a rather hard grip around your waist, holding you in place. So you could open your eyes to look straight into the hazel of the love of your life. Now you were sure that he was just that.

„I'm not done with you yet," he growled in your ear as he suddenly sat up, wrapped your legs around his own waist, and stood up with ease.

„What?“ You could only ask, but before anything else could come out of your big mouth, Theo had already rammed you into the nearest tree. Able to feel it drilling itself into your back, he pressed you even harder against it, until you were able to smell blood.

„Thank you for healing me, babe.“ His lips were attacking your neck again, sucking and biting it lightly. You were so confused, but there was nothing to be done as you already felt his still rock-hard cock slamming into you, jointly with the iron grip he had on you, he bruised everything inside and out.

As his mouth finally went away from your neck, it was replaced by his right hand, choking you enough to lose the ability to breathe every few moments. Just for him to stop, so he can kiss you and do it all over again.

However, his left hand held your leg, over which you no longer had any control. You couldn't feel half of your body, of the intensity he was fucking you with now.

„Such an obnoxious little whore, aren’t you? Begging for my cock, wanting to be on top, but still getting dicked down, like you are used to, don’t you? Such a slut, but I'm happy to feel that no one else used your hole. How could they after you got split up by me, right baby? Nobody could even come close to me, could they?“

Again, his hot breath and lewd words were enough to make you cum once more. This time it even went into your hole and squeezed Theo's cock so good that he lost control and came too.

When you fell unconscious, he carried you out of the woods, straight to his truck, where he'd used you one last time non-stop in the back, this time. He had fucked you until the sun finally broke the nightly spell. He came so much that he had to sit you up, slightly over the edge of his backseats, so your hole could get out all of the cum, before he would sit you into his baby.

He put down a towel on the passenger seat on the part where you would sit, but also laid it against the backrest only because of the dirt and blood still stuck to your body.

The drive was silent, you were sleeping, and Theo was deep in his thoughts. He had changed you, not entirely for the better, and he hated himself for that. Even though he always was quite an asshole towards you and sometimes almost cruelly rude, you never lost your innocence, it didn't matter what he had done to you. But now that this innocent guy was gone, thanks to his actions, he could only be angry at himself for doing so much to you.

As he finally came to your home, he carefully took you out of his truck. Immediately after, you clung to him, hands behind his neck and legs around his waist. His heart jumped quicker as you did this, making him feel loved as he used to before everything blew up in his face.

With ease, he jumped onto your balcony, opened the glass door, and took you to your adjoining bathroom. Inside, he cleaned the wounds he had inflicted on you, only for your subconscious to move your right hand in a circular motion, making the water he poured into your bathtub glow, healing your body faster than Theo's ever could. He wasn't perplexed for long by this show of power, instead, he intensively washed your hole and even brushed your teeth while you healed your own body.

When he finished cleaning you, he carried you to your bed, but no matter how hard he tried, you wouldn't let go of him. He didn't quite catch what you were mumbling, but as always, he thought it was something cute like everything you say is, at least in his head.

So he accepted his fate and lay down with you after getting rid of all the tattered clothes and his beloved leather jacket that were thrown in any direction around the room. With you naked in his bare arms, you both finally fell asleep like you used to. But now Theo was sure that he wanted to be at your side for the rest of his life. Hopefully, you would accept his softer personality, even though you stated differently.

But for the moment, everything was perfect, you were back in his arms, and he had again someone to protect, someone who had stolen his heart in a storm. [Masterlist]

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Hi! Love your writing! I wondered, do you take requests? Because it's so hard to find any yandere P1Harmony fanfic, I'd love for you to do one with Theo! Thank you ❤️❤️

hi, thank you <3 I do take requests for p1harmony :) here's a small one-shot I randomly came up with - I hope you like it!

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, abuse, bullying/harassment, swearing, blood, dead animals (mice and crows)

wc; 1k

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼 - 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆

You were already late to school, running while hauling the heavy backpack filled with books behind you. By the time you reached the school gates you were panting. Sweat beads decorated your forehead and your arm felt heavy from the weight you had carried.

Luck was certainly not on your side as you quickly realised that the gate was locked. Groaning frustratedly you kicked it, letting it feel the temper that came from you having a bad day.

'' Stupid piece of sh- ''

You kicked it extra hard and was thrown back by the force, crashing right into a hard chest before you plummeted to the ground. Horrified, apologies started spilling out of your mouth at a rapid speed. But when the person hadn't spoken yet, you finally dared to raise your eyes and see who it was.

Of course it was him - Theo. The golden child of the school. Rich and popular, which was often accompanied by being an entitled asshole. He was quite influential at school due to his dad's money, and therefor he was the teachers' favourite.

As soon as you met those eyes narrowing while inspecting you, you knew by that action alone that you had fucked up.

'' Do you know who I am? '' he spat out, hands in his pockets while stepping closer so you were forced to be pressed up against the gate.

The way he said it made your blood boil. Like you were supposed to know who he was by his appearance alone, because he was that important. When in reality he had gotten the placement at this prestigious school handed to him without having to lift a finger; not even close to needing to fight tooth and nail for it like you had. It felt incredibly unfair, and you were reminded of it any time you saw him in the halls.

The distaste must've shown on your face because he raised his brow.

'' Well? '' he taunted, knowing you were on the verge of exploding.

You exhaled sharply through your nose like an angered bull and loosened the shaking clenched fists that were hanging to your sides; finally fixing your expression because you didn't want to upset the golden boy.

'' Yes. '' you answered flatly.

The boy in front of you scoffed and then brought a keycard out from his pocket, brushing against you as he put it against a sensor to the side of your head. A click could be heard before it was replaced by the sound of scraping metal as the gate slowly opened.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the newfound information that Theo - of course had his very own keycard just like the teachers.

You quickly darted in between the gate even though it was only halfway open. You couldn't wait to get away from him.

'' Aren't you gonna say thank you? ''

Unfortunately you didn't notice the warning in his low voice, mistaking it for petty and childish need for admiration. So you kept walking without looking back. You'd come to know very soon however, that you were not on the golden boy's good side now.

As the first class of the day had finished you headed to your locker like you always did. The books needed to be swapped out for new ones, which was easy to do since you kept it organised and clean - but when you opened it this time, it was anything but that.

Fresh, crimson blood was splashed on your notebooks and textbooks, some smeared on the top of the locker, and it seemed to come from a dead mouse laying in the center of it.

You gasped, slamming it shut immediately. A few students passed by and gave you weird looks while you struggled to breathe, backing away from the locker.

It was best not to react or tell anyone; you didn't want any rich kids spreading rumours of you. After all, that would lessen your chances of getting friends.

All you could do now was to read off of your seatmate's textbook and then clean it out late in the afternoon, when the school had cleared out. You spent the whole day pondering of who the perpetrator could be, but by the end of it you still didn't have the slightest of idea of who could've done such a horrific thing, not yet at least.

While walking home that evening you felt eyes on you. It was an eerie feeling you couldn't shake off. At first you suspected it was because of the locker incident, but your intuition was almost never wrong. Someone was definitely following you.

Thankfully you made it home, but even then you didn't feel safe. Anxiety occupied your brain, making it hard to study or focus on anything but the paranoid thoughts.

BANG

A sudden loud noise interrupted you. You pushed yourself off your bed, cautiously nearing the window where it seemed to have come from.

Below it laid a crow that wasn't moving, and yet again you saw smeared blood in front of you; all over the glass.

You suppressed the urge to scream, as shock was written all over your face.

This time you didn't shy away from it. A part of you gnawing inside told you that this wasn't a coincidence. So you took a deep breath and then confidently marched outside, only the small flashlight from your phone glowing in the darkness.

First you didn't see anything. The poor crow laid alone with no sign of the culprit around. But then you turned the flashlight so it could shine towards the bushes near the road, and you got eye-contact yet again with those same eyes. The ones that had carried so much arrogance and hatred, only just this morning.

'' Theo? ''

He hummed while casually standing up from his crouched position, brushing off the leaves on his pants before strolling over to you. His usual perfectly styled pink hair was messy, ruffled with leaves and had some sticks stuck in it. Why was he so bothered by you that he was willing to mess up his picture-perfect appearance to hurt you?

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look confident and perhaps a bit intimidating. But you were sure it was failing by the look of pure amusement on his face.

'' Why are you doing this? ''

A painfully slow smirk spread across Theo's face, sending alarm bells ringing inside your entire body.

'' Because - '' he stepped closer, reminding you of his domineering aura he had during the morning when he had invaded your space so casually. Towering over you he leaned down, and said almost mockingly.

'' I fucking hate bad manners. ''

He laughed haughtily.

'' You should've just said thank you. ''

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the secret | m.r x reader

Prompt: Can you do Mattheo Riddle x Reader best friends to lovers but where she is also the sister of Theo Nott. And Mattheo is also Theo’s best friend? The Nott family are hosting a Xmas party with all purebloods etc and Mattheo gets jealous? Thank you so much!❤️

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: angst, smut, 18+, MDNI below the line

An: not proofread sozz guys.

The first time it happened, you and Mattheo agreed it was just a mistake. A drunken mistake that no one would ever know about, especially your twin. It was just a drunken rendezvous, gnashing teeth, nails on skin, no marks left where others could see them. You were friends, he was Theo’s best friend. It couldn’t ever be anything more.

So why did you find yourself outside of his dorm room, fist handing in the air while you debated knocking on the door or not. You lowered your hand, mumbling to yourself, “Merlin, y/n, you’re such an idiot.” You turned around, ready to take the shameful walk back when you heard the door swing open and your name being called, “Y/n/n?” You turned back round, cheeks aflame. You stuttered over your tongue, trying to come up with a good explanation, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Mattheo cut you off, smirk slowly sliding onto his lips as he was stepping to the side, “Come in.” You walked through the doorway, him close behind you, muttering a locking and silencing charm. That time you were sober, you couldn’t blame not realizing where you were or who you were with. You sought this out, and Mattheo happily accepted.

It only happened two more times before holiday approached, but those two more times were all it took for you to be hooked on him. The first few days of Christmas holiday you just moped around, dutifully following your dads instructions, playing the role of silent obedient daughter. Every year the Nott household threw a Christmas party, inviting all the important pureblood families, all the Dark Lord’s most loyal and dedicated followers.

Normally thinking about having to interact with those type of people made bile rise in your throat, but fortunately enough you were not the only one with parents who were loyal to the Dark Lord. Actually, you were excited to see his son.

When Mattheo appareted to the Nott Manor with his mother Bellatrix, his instinct was to search for you. However what his eyes found was your father parading you in front of the Zabini family, Blaise and his mother.

What Mattheo couldn’t see was how disinterested Blaise looked as your father talked about the importance of joining your families, how much power it would bring the Dark Lord.

This was a common occurrence for the last several parties your father has thrown, trying to betroth you to another powerful family. To make sure that he looked good and accomplished for the Dark Lord. But Blaise knew you had fallen for Mattheo. He could see it in the way you two interacted, or more so strategically didn’t interact.

But Mattheo was a jealous man, as well as possessive. Though you had no interest in Blaise beyond friendship, that didn’t stop Mattheo from waiting for you in your room.

So when you were finally granted permission for a break from your father, walking into your room you were startled by Mattheo sprawled on your bed. He was lying on his head, one hand behind his head while his other was twirling his wand around his fingers.

“So when’s the wedding, Princess? Will I get an invitation?” Mattheo swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up now. His signature glare was pointed at you, his eyes seemingly dead but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, your heels clicking against the hardwood, “There will be no wedding, Mattheo. Blaise is not the first person my father has tried this with and he won’t be the last.”

Mattheo’s face only turned into more of a scowl. He grabbed hold of the back of your thighs, “Is that what you like, hmm? Being paraded around like a little house slut for some random dark wizard?”

His grip on your thighs tightened with his words, his possessive nature causing heat to pool in your centre. You ran your hands along his strong chest, “You know the only one I’m a slut for is you Mattheo.”

Your hands gripped onto Mattheo’s shoulders as you straddled his lap. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping on to your ass firmly, “Are you going to show me how good of a slut you can be f’me, Princess?”

You nodded, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, “Gonna be such a good girl for you, Teo.” You ground your hips down, feeling his hard cock straining against his trousers. A low groan emitted from his throat.

Without warning Mattheo flipped the two of you over, him now towering over you. His lips attached to your throat, finding the place he knew made you whimper. Mattheo’s hands explored your body, coming up to squeeze and knead at your breasts.

His fingertips followed the v cut of your dress before gripping and ripping apart the thin material. “What the fuck, Mattheo?” You tried to shout at him but it came out more of a moan.

“Don’t fret, darling, I’ll mend it after,” his lips now trailing down your chest, entrapping one of your nipples in your mouth. You decided that Mattheo had far too many clothes on, gripping and ripping open his dress shirts, the sounds of buttons bouncing off the hardwood floor.

You could feel Mattheo smirk against your skin, “Thought you were going to be good for me, Princess. Now you’re ripping my clothes?” Mattheo made a tsking sound at you, “Seems like I need to teach you a lesson now don’t I?”

You bit your lip, nodding. Without warning Mattheo was two fingers deep in your cunt, scissoring his fingers and stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck, Mattheo,” your back arched, chest pressing further into him. Him working you with his fingers had you in such bliss you hadn’t even noticed him shedding his trousers. Not until you felt his fingers leave you, a whimper coming from your throat as you felt them replaced by the head of his cock rubbing against your folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Please, Teo, don’t tease,” you put on your sweetest tone as you bucked your hips.

“Patience, Princess. Before I really punished you,” he growled in your ear, slowly sinking himself himself into you until his hips are flushed to yours. When he feels you clench around him he gets the signal to move, slowly rutting his hips into you.

You raked your nails down the muscles of his back, “Harder, Teo. Need it, harder.” Mattheo lifted up ones of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as he started a brutal pace, one of your hands flying to hold yourself steady against the headboard.

You felt that familiar feeling you often got with Mattheo building in your stomach, every thrust bringing you closer to bliss. Mattheo’s hand had a vice grip on your thigh as his other rested on your lower stomach, just above your pelvis.

The pressure from his hand made the head of his cock hit that special place inside with every thrust, your jaw slack with silent moans. A devilish smirk displayed on Mattheo’s face, “Can you feel me right here, Princess? Feel me deep inside your pretty cunt? Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

Your cunt clenched around him at his filthy words causing a gutters moan from Mattheo, “There she is, there’s my perfect little slut, you liked that don’t you? Like the idea of me fucking you full of my cum, feeling it leak out of you when we return back to the party?”

You nodded, too fucked out to respond properly with words, Mattheo’s thumb found your clit, rubbing tight figure eights. Your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut seeing stars and you fell over the edge, coating Mattheo’s cock with your juices.

Mattheo’s wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering before stilling as you felt him coat your walls with warm spurts before nearling collapsing on top of you, his head on your chest as your hands came up to play with the curls as the base of his neck.

As Mattheo slowly pulled his softening cock from your cunt you whined as the feeling of emptiness. Mattheo kissed your cheek tenderly as he stood from the bed, grabbing his wand that he carelessly discarded on the floor.

He gave it a small wave, seamlessly cleaning you both with minimal effort, “Sorry, love. While I’d love to dote on you, even draw you a bath I know we’ve already been gone for too long.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you walked toward him on wobbly legs, “S’okay, Teo. There’s always later.” You gave him a teasing wink. Mattheo let out a low growl, “Don’t start something you know we can finish right now, love.”

You gave his cheek a loving kiss in apology. Mattheo took a step back, waving his wand once more so that you were both dressed again, looking as if nothing had even happened. “Well don’t you clean up nice,” you teased.

Mattheo walked toward your bedroom door, holding out his arm, “M’lady.” You giggled, walking up and looping your arm with his. He opened your door, beginning to walk you down the hallway.

“Mattheo, wait. Do you really think it’s a good idea for us to walk back in to the party together? I mean, what about Theo?”

Mattheo nodded, “See I’ve been thinking, who better for your dad to see you with, all cozied up and chummy than the Dark Lord’s son himself, hmm? Papa Nott would just love that arrangement wouldn’t he?”

You held on to his arm tighter, “You know I never tell you enough how brilliant you are?”

Mattheo chucked lightly, “No, love, you don’t. But that’s okay,” he leaned in close to your ear as you entered the main room once more, “I’ll teach you a lesson later.”

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (II.8)

VIII. Guilty

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: All eyes turn to you

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, people getting petrified, might miss some warnings 

Wordcount: 2,2 k

Notes: Just get swimming… I’m thinking about making edits in tiktok, that’s how far I’ve come with this story… Considering I very much dislike video editing

It was bad

You knew because Snape had personally escorted you back to the common room after the canceled game, he looked exceptionally gloomy, extremely serious, more than normal. He didn’t even have to raise his voice, he only stood there, in the middle of the common room, and it was mere seconds before everyone quieted down so he could tell you lot about what he needed to. 

“Because of the recent events, the school had thought it prudent to impose strict rules, in benefit of your safety”, said Professor Snape. He took a parchment with official stationary and read it outloud, “All students will return to their house common room by six o’clock every evening. All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions. Quidditch is canceled for the remaining of the school year, as other activities in big groups, and after six o’clock”, he said and then he lowered the parchment

Many hands were raised, many had questions, everyone started speaking, you, mainly, and Draco, whining about Quidditch being canceled, you only got to play one game on your very first year as a chaser with your very new broom, and next year you were going to get challenged again, and you didn’t think it was fair, wouldn’t it be good to be in a place with a lot of people? more witnesses? they wouldn’t dare attacking someone in a place filled with people, wouldn’t they?

“If the attacks don’t stop, you will go home, I advise you… if you know something, come forwards, to me”, he said slowly

“Would they close the school?”, someone asked

“Indeed”, he said slowly, he then searched among the crowd, “head boy, head girl, prefects follow me”, and then he dramatically turned and left, followed by the top students in your house, as it was already around 5.30, you couldn’t leave the room again and you were content with finishing the day early. The common room get cleared except for your closest friends, to your surprise, even Flint stayed around 

“They wouldn’t close the school”, muttered Matthew, and for the very first time, you thought you saw a hint of fear in those dark eyes of his, “would they?”

“No if they find the wacko who is doing this”, muttered Theo

“Nobody is dead yet”, Draco said like he was disappointed, “people will be un-petrified”

“Yet! you said it”, mocked Flint, “it’s just a matter of time” 

“But this… person or thing… Why is petrifying people if the objective is to kill them?”, asked Pansy, “I don’t understand”

“We don’t even know what is this monster, perhaps it can only petrified people”

“Some monster”, mocked Matthew

“What is going to happen when they close Hogwarts?”, asked Daphne

“If…”, corrected Draco 

“If they close Hogwarts, they will send me to Beauxbatons”, you whispered, Draco looked at you

“I’ll be send to Dumstrang”, he said back

“Are they going to have space for all of us?”, asked Pansy 

“How are you going to get in?”, mocked Matthew

“My family is one of the founders, and… they have had a space for me in it since I was born, basically”, you muttered, “You can’t imagine my grandfather’s face when they told him I was coming here instead”

“So you can hook us all up”, said Theo with a soft smile

“They won’t close this thing”, muttered Draco

“How do you know?”, you asked, he only winked at you.

“My father is one of the governors of the school, he won’t let this place shut down, although, he can totally blame it on Dumbledore, get him sacked!”, he mocked

“Maybe he can get a Slytherin as headmaster”, muttered Daphne with a soft smile

“GUYS!”, Blaise entered the room almost running, “It’s Granger!”

“WHAT?”, Draco asked, a smile showing up on his lips 

“She is the one that has been petrified!”, he said, “she is the last victim, alongside a Prefect from Ravenclaw”. You looked at Draco who looked like Christmas had come again. 

Blaise knew everything about everyone, maybe it was because of his calm demeanor, he was silent, and sneaky, he knew a lot of things, if something was going on in the castle, he knew at least to some extent what was going on.

“Two more”

“They are definitely closing this joint”

Nothing could spoil Draco’s mood, or Matthew’s or Vince’s or Greg’s 

You had to admit it was empowering to walk at his side, through the corridors, everyone would move out of your way and look at you fearfully

At the both of you

Rumor was spreading that Potter could not possibly be the heir of Slytherin, since Granger was one of his best friends, and also, because no one in the Slytherin house had been attacked….

Well, except for you

Even though you weren't really attacked and nobody found out so… maybe that is why you weren’t attacked, because you were a pure-blooded Slytherin

Were you?

And a couple of weeks later, Draco was jumping with joy

You asked him of course what was that about, but he just said that he had a surprise for all of you, and tomorrow they were going to figure out what.

It was a long night, you were very curious, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Draco wouldn’t share things anymore

He had caught on that you were not as enthusiastic about this whole situation like he was, in fact, you were clearly scared and concerned, unlike all of them Slytherins 

He would reassure you constantly, that you were not in danger and everything was going to pass, but you really didn’t see how that was going to be possible/ Draco told you to… “have faith?” What was that supposed to mean?

It was a long night, you could barely sleep, or not at all. 

And the very next day, Draco was jumping with joy through breakfast, but in the teacher’s high table, no one was smiling, nobody. You could feel it in the air, that there was something bad going on, besides the attacks

And then, when everyone was sitting on the table… Draco told the lot of you, the entire table, what had transpired last night 

Uncle Lucius had come to Hogwarts, late at night, as a governor, in representation of the other governors, and asked for Dumbledore to step away from the school, for an indefinite time, he had almost been sacked, he was in the very steps to being so. 

Also, Hagrid…

Hagrid was a suspect of opening the chamber of secrets

Nobody knew why, but he was sent to Azkaban. They must have known something terrible

“That oaf isn’t the heir of Slytherin!”, mocked Malfoy, as you were at the end of the day, in the common room drinking pumpkin juice and hanging out

“Maybe he did it by accident”, you suggested, “you know how much he loves animals, maybe one of those animals broke loose and…”

“Not even he could be that thick”, muttered Theodore

Granger petrified, Hagrid sacked, Dumbledore suspended… It was a good week for Slytherin in everyone’s book. 

You realized that Draco had become more… sensitive… when you were near, as you didn't like it when he spoke like that, but you still could hear him express his disappointment that the monster hadn't “finish their job”

Classes were now almost boring because Granger wasn’t there incessantly raising her hand to answer whatever question the professor was asking

Potter and Weasley looked like Christmas hadn't come at all

So you guessed that Potter wasn’t the heir of Slytherin, he couldn't possibly have petrified Granger, right? Because nobody believed that Hagrid was the one who did all of this, well, nothing but uncle Lucius’ friend Cornelius Fudge

Why him though? if they send him to Azkaban they must have a good reason to. 

You could barely focus on class, thinking about what was going on, it was even harder with Draco, in potions, as he couldn’t stop boasting about what had happened with Dunbledore and Hagrid 

“I always knew it was going to be my father to get rid of Dumbledore”, he whispered to Vince and Greg, not caring of who was listening, that by now, it was the entire class, “I told you he thinks he is the worst headmaster the school’s ever had. Maybe we’ll get a decent Headmaster now. Someone who won’t want the Chamber of secrets closed. McGonagall won’t last long, she is only feeling in”

You knew he was boasting because Potter and Weasley were there, he had told you these things personally, thanks to the chamber and said monster, you pure-blooded witches and wizards were on top of the world.

That is when Professor Snape walked by. 

“Sir”, Draco called for him, “Sir, why don’t you apply for the headmaster’s job?”

He was the head professor of your House, and even though he was very strict and severe, you admired him and his mastery in potions

But him as a headmaster looked like something out of a nightmare, like he would turn this into some version of Azkaban, you didn’t imagine events. Quidditch games and fun activities or feast with him on the helm of these huge ship

“Now now Malfoy”, muttered professor Snape, he was almost smiling, “professor Dumbledore had only been suspended by the governors, I dare say he’ll be back with us soon enough”

“Yeah right”, boasted Draco, “I expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job, I’ll tell father you’re the best teacher here, sir”

Again… a Hogwarts run by Snape sounded like a nightmare, but again you didn’t know anyone else to take the mantle, Dumbledore might be Gryffindor coded but… at least he was cheerful, you believed that Mandrakes would take the lead in a more entertaining way if given the opportunity, instead of professor Mcgonaggal

But Snape smiled, actually smirked… and you started day-dreaming about Headmaster Snape, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. 

“I’m quite surprised the Mudbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now”, he went on, “bet you five galleons the next one dues. Pity it isn’t Granger”

You trembled at the mere thought, trying to concentrate on the potion in front of you 

The very next weeks went by a blur

A certain monotony had spread in Hogwarts, nobody was supposed to be outside, or alone, you moved in groups, you were even escorted to the bathroom

You didn’t dare to tell anyone what you thought you saw in the bathroom at Christmas, you had nothing of value to tell anyway, you had convinced yourself you imagined it 

Were you spared because of your blood status? Because you were a Basili…

And then… you knew, you gasped loudly and everyone looked at you, surprised

“What?”, Draco asked, raising his head from the book on astrology he was studying, but you shook your head, coming back to your senses.

“I just remember something”, you muttered, “homework”

“Yeah, we still have to study for those exams!”, said Draco, closing the heavy book 

Did you cracked it? could it be?

Next weeks went by so slowly, there was no fun, only study and learning, which before it was fine, but now it isn't. Even Astronomy had canceled its late nights, and now it was in daytime, which made no sense, because you couldn’t see the stars or anything really.

So you only depended on the books and illustrations 

Professor Sprout was very cheery, apparently Mandrakes were sneaking into each other's pots so that meant they were almost ready to be chopped up and…

You still thought that was insanity 

Draco however, seemed to enjoy the chaos and terror

And you couldn’t help but… liking it too

Nobody had died, right? and this feeling about needing to stick together with your friends, and having to be in the common room with the rest of your house, hanging out, you felt guilty of how much you were enjoying it

Even Marcus, and Adrian stick around you and Draco, didn't leave you because the season was abruptly cut short, instead choosing to even talk to you!

You were over the moon

The Gryffindors though seemed to be in an awful mood, when you heard Lockheart that it was all going to be alright, people will be un-petrified and the guilty part had been caught

Potter however, you had heard him defend Hagrid publicly, saying that there was no way that he was the one who opened the chamber of secrets

You didn’t believe it either

He didn’t struck you as a bad person, in fact, you liked him -a thing you couldn’t admit to Draco even if you were being tortured-, from your experience with him in the forbidden forest… he was kinda nice, he had talked you out of your fears about the headless troll, and he had somewhat protected you in there.

But if he was taken to Azkaban, it meant he was guilty, nobody was taken to Azkaban with mere suspicions, they had to have something big against him.

You didn't know what to think anymore 

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