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Superman Masterlist

Back to my DC Roots with this one. Going to write for a lot of different superman iterations, this one is just my favorite for now.

General Masterlist aka my Bookshelf

"Sun-Kissed" | David Corenswet!Superman NO SPOILERS | Only in quiet mornings can you most appreciate how truly beautiful the son of Krypton is.

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Sun-Kissed

Clark Kent x GN!Reader

synopsis - Only in quiet mornings can you most appreciate how truly beautiful the son of Krypton is.

No spoilers for the new movie. I did just see it and it so so good y'all. David is genuinely like Superman peeled off the pages of a comic book, and he is my new favorite portrayal of Superman. (Sorry Henry :))

warnings - mention of God once (but not like, religiously). mind-numbing fluff.

Superman Masterlist | my bookcase

Sunday morning was probably your favorite time of the week. Not because it was the easiest. In fact, Sunday mornings usually meant prepping for the chaos of the workweek ahead. Sunday morning usually meant chores.

But Sunday morning was your favorite because you got to be curled up with your boyfriend, Clark, with minimal interruptions. Occasionally, he’d drag himself out of bed for the usual otherworldly crisis, or whenever Lex decided he wanted to be a particular pain in the ass. But most Sundays? Most Sundays were just for you and your big blue.

Big blue who was currently passed out on top of you, snoring like a freight train. Literally.

Krypto, the lovable mutt, was curled up at the foot of the bed, snoring in perfect harmony with his best friend.

Being like this with your boys, warm, safe, still a little tangled in sleep, was the best feeling in the world. You watched in quiet awe as a ribbon of golden sunlight stretched across Clark’s face.

It was abundantly clear when you first met that Clark Kent was beautiful. He’d interviewed you after one of Superman’s latest saves, asking for your opinion as a Metropolis citizen. With his big, blocky glasses and the way he stumbled over his words, Clark had endeared himself to you instantly, and you to him.

Clark had become even more captivated the day you deduced he was Superman without him needing to say a word.

You’d only been dating a few months, but after a string of suspiciously timed canceled dates that always coincided with global disasters neatly handled by the Man of Steel, you started to piece things together.

Your theory was confirmed easily enough once you confronted him. Clark had wanted to tell you from the moment you agreed to be his, but for once, he had something as Clark, not as Superman. And sue him, he wanted to cherish that.

Sleep still clung to your lashes as you watched him soak in the sunlight. His dark hair flared like feathers, tousled and soft, and his skin drank in the warmth like a sponge. Every inch of him seemed to glow.

You reached up to thread your fingers through his hair, then brushed down the side of his face. As always, his skin was smooth, unmarred. There was no denying it. Clark Kent was the most breathtaking man you’d ever seen.

But more than his soft hair or impossible strength, what made Clark beautiful wasn’t his invulnerability. It was his vulnerability. His enormous heart. That’s what truly won you over.

The way he was just as quick to rescue a kitten from a storm drain as he was to fly straight into a black hole. He truly believed there was no job too small for Superman. No life unimportant.

And no matter who he spoke to, a villain, a hero, or a stranger, he treated them with the same quiet grace, the same warm respect.

Superman was, without question, the world’s symbol of hope.

The Kryptonian currently sprawled on top of you began to stir.

Large hands slid around your waist as he tugged you close, nuzzling deeper into your neck. Just when you were sure he’d drifted off again, soft kisses bloomed against your skin.

You tilted your head down, awkward but fond. His blue eyes met yours, glittering in the light like waves catching the sun.

“Good morning, Clark.”

He sighed, breath warm against your collarbone, and burrowed closer. Then, a soft grumble:

“G’morning.”

Something about the lack of grogginess in his voice sparked suspicion.

Clark was a behemoth of a man. He’d survived train crashes, hurled buildings, and planetary threats. But he also slept like the dead. Whether it was fifteen minutes or fourteen hours, when he finally woke up, his voice always had that gravelly morning rumble.

“When did you wake up?” you asked.

Silence.

Clark, who had just been fussing with the pillows and tucking the blankets around you like a human furnace, went very still.

He pressed the side of his face to the spot just above your heart, arms tightening around you like you were his favorite pillow.

“Few hours ago,” he mumbled. “Been listening to your heartbeat.”

He’d told you once that listening to your heartbeat helped him relax. It struck you as odd at the time, but now, you understood it. It was one of the many soft things he did that quietly wrecked you.

Listening to your heart. Finding the warmest parts of you to rest his hand. Kissing every bruise, every scrape, no matter how small. Clark did all of it as if to remind himself that you were still here. Still human. Still his.

And somehow, every time you caught him in the act, he looked so adorably guilty. Just to see the Man of Steel blushing into his pillow or tripping over his words? That was almost as good as mornings like this.

You watched him stretch out, basking in the light like a sun-drenched lizard, a pleased little smile on his face. It made your chest ache in the best way, like gravity had gone sideways.

God bless a Sunday morning.

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what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

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why the fuck is it called the xbox 360 what does 360 mean???????????????????

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i’m so hungry i could eat 2005 jensen ackles

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fix my weathervane

soft!theo nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader

i know this is real short yall i'm sorry.

finally the long awaited part two of soft theo

part one

song: blue banisters by lana del rey

the air in hogsmeade felt different that afternoon—softer, lighter, as if the world around him was holding its breath, waiting. it was the kind of day that made the castle seem miles away, and the hustle and bustle of students, their laughter filling the street. but the world had narrowed to just you, theo, and the feeling of your warm hand in his as the two of you walked side by side.

theo had waited a long, long time for this moment. and he supposed there was a possibility that he might begrudgingly owe mattheo a thank you. afterall, if he hadn't forced him to speak to you after potions last week, he never would have had the courage himself to ask you out.

the truth was, despite the many rumors of theo's love life that floated around the halls of hogwarts like the feathers of an owl, theodore nott was quite admittedly a complete fool when it came to women. his father had never been too accommodating growing up, and with the stark absence of his mother from age eight, he didn't exactly have too many role models to teach him how to treat a woman right.

even for this particular date, much of what he had picked up came from the dozens of books that he'd scoured in the last 24 hours hoping desperately that anything might give him even the tiniest bit of insight into how to get a girl to swoon.

mattheo had offered to teach him some of the skills that he supposedly used to acquire his own relationship with daphne, which inherently seemed like a bad idea given that daphne and mattheo had their own entire little brand of crazy going.

still, the streams of sunlight seemed to glow on your skin and frame your sundress-clad body in a way that theo could only describe as absolutely magical. in that moment, he was nearly certain that if he didn't say something to you, he would certainly explode.

"b-bellissima."

your head snapped towards his, tilted in confusion and his mouth dried almost instantly. shit. why was the first thing he managed to say this entire time in whole separate language? theo licked his lips, looking up into your eyes with a look he hoped conveyed everything he couldn't speak.

"beautiful," theo gestured vaguely to your dress which you had masterfully paired with your favorite yellow-flower sneakers. casual was truly the only option when it came to hogsmeade fashion, yet still, he knew that he made the right decision as soon as your white converse came into view. "you look beautiful."

you nodded shyly with what theo decided right then and there was the most stunning smile any human could possibly hope to possess.

"do you want to go to the bookstore?"

theo's heart palpitated in his chest. merlin, was this girl even real? his favorite thing to shop for at one of his favorite places on earth with his favorite girl? yes, absolutely. he tried to hide his excitement as he nearly jumped out of his shoes with anticipation.

by the time you'd finished at the bookstore, the sun made it's way into a high noon position, noting to both of you that it was time for lunch.

you settled in across from each other into a quiet corner table at madame puddifoot's, the soft clinking of teacups and murmured conversations settling overtop of you like a warm blanket. theo hoped desperately you didn't pay too much mind to the way he kept glancing at you over the rim of his teacup. his heart was still pounding from the way your fingers brushed against each other's when you both reached for the same book in tomes and scrolls.

"i didn't think anyone else like ancient spells of subtlety." the soft grin you offered him as you stirred sugar into your tea nearly knocked him clear out of his chair.

"i didn't think anyone else knew it existed." his reply shockingly came out rather smoothly. for the first time all day, his voice didn't shake.

exchanged smiles. a shared look. the moment felt more remarkably serene than the sun rising over the black lake.

theo reached for the courage that he hoped was buried somewhere beneath his ribs. "i, um." it took every cell of his being to continue. "i really enjoy this. being like this with you."

your face lit up so completely that theo nearly felt it necessary to reach into his chest and rip it if nothing more than to stop the way that it rapidly thumped against his ribcage.

"so," theo looked down at the menu in front of him. "how do you feel about.... pumpkin pasties for lunch? or should we be proper and get actual food?"

your giggle was better than music. "are you asking me if i want dessert before lunch?"

"no," theo replied, teasingly indignant. "i'm asking if we can break all social norms and live fully."

you feigned a gasp, bringing your hand up to your chest teasingly. "how very reckless of you, mr. nott. what would your father say?"

theo smirked, feeling more himself as the corners of his mouth pulled up mischievously. "he'd say i'm being irresponsible. but he'd also be very wrong."

his hand reached out of it's own accord, brushing a splash of tea from your cheek. "because this feels very, very right."

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What do you guys want to see next?

also the rest of the hockey player theo is done and just needs edited!!

also, please keep sending in requests! I love them, they help a lot with writers block. Even if it’s just a small idea you have, i’d love to hear :)

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status update -- captain's log 04.10.2025

to all five of you that are faithfully reading my writings:

i've done so much note taking and homework over the last few days i feel like i'm getting carpal tunnel ngl.... that being said, i'm vehemently trying to avoid getting flat ass syndrome + i have a long ass day at work tomorrow and i am most decidedly not sitting down at my desk again until saturday.

on saturday, i will be editing and hopefully posting the remaining parts of my theodore nott hockey college au. plz send any further requests for theo or mattheo. may also publish other things collecting dust in my drafts if im feeling up for it :)

x -- ldrfanatic

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“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

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WITHDRAWAL | theodore nott

summary; theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn’t realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.

word count; 3007

notes; just a cute, fluffy little piece based on something that I was tagged in about 2 months ago! unfortunately, I cannot find the original post or tagger, but if it’s you, please let me know!!

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Don't Let Me Fall III

Hockey Player!Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

one two

my bookcase slytherin boys masterlist

part three!

The next time you saw Theo, it was completely unexpected.

You were walking back from the library after a particularly long and exhausting study session. Your head was spinning with math equations, history facts, and essays you hadn’t even started. The usual rush of students had thinned out, with most either already heading back to their rooms or off to their respective extracurriculars. You didn’t expect to run into anyone, let alone Theo.

But, of course, life had other plans.

Just as you rounded the corner near the student center, you heard someone call your name.

"Y/N!"

You looked up in surprise to see Theo walking toward you, his movements slightly hurried but not out of breath, a half-grin on his face. His jacket was slightly askew, and his hair was tousled—he was clearly coming from practice. There was something about his relaxed but purposeful steps that made him seem... more approachable, for lack of a better word. A rare moment when he wasn't the untouchable hockey player.

"Hey!" you said, trying not to sound too surprised. "What are you doing here?"

He stopped in front of you, catching his breath. "I was walking back to my dorm after practice and saw you. Figured I'd walk you back."

You blinked at him, a bit taken aback by how excited he seemed, given his typical casual demeanor. "I thought you'd be busy with all your team stuff. You know, being the star hockey player and all?"

Theo chuckled, shaking his head. "Star? I think you're confusing me with someone who actually knows what they’re doing on the ice." His voice was light, almost self-deprecating. It was the first time you’d heard him sound anything other than confident, and it caught you off guard.

"Come on," you said, smiling, "you’re being too hard on yourself. I’ve seen you play, and it’s impressive. You make it look easy."

Theo’s gaze softened slightly, though he quickly masked it with a shrug. "Maybe. But people only see that part, right? They don't see all the mistakes I make or the pressure that comes with it."

The sudden shift in his attitude made you stop walking, considering his words. He was usually so composed, always with that cool exterior, but there was something here—something more real. You hadn’t expected a conversation like this. Then again, you didn’t expect to run into him at all.

"Yeah, I get that," you said slowly, your words thoughtful. "It’s like people don’t see the whole picture. You’re more than the guy in the uniform."

Theo stopped walking too, turning his head toward you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. There was a quiet understanding in his eyes, something unspoken but shared. He was used to being looked at only for the hockey player he was, and you were offering him a glimpse of the person he actually was.

"Exactly," he said quietly, his voice low and serious. "I’ve always been more than that. But it’s not easy, you know? People expect me to be a certain way."

You nodded slowly. "I can imagine. It must get exhausting after a while."

Theo gave a half-hearted shrug. "Sometimes, yeah. But it is what it is." He paused for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "It’s not just the pressure of the game. It’s everything. The way people look at me. Like they’re always waiting for me to pop up at frat parties with a crowd of women."

The way he said it was almost… defeated. You didn’t know why it felt like a weight was hanging between you now, but you could sense it. He wasn’t asking for pity. In fact, he seemed reluctant to even talk about it. But something about his words felt too real to ignore.

"I think that comes with the whole "All-Star Athlete" thing." you said, your tone softer now.

Theo met your gaze, his usual playful grin replaced by something more genuine, though still faint. "Maybe. But that's now what I want, you know? I've always always been a relationship guy. I don't want to be a douchey hockey player"

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, considering your next words. "You know, I’ve never been a hockey fan. I don’t really understand the game all that well, honestly." You paused, watching the surprise flicker across his face. "But, I don’t know... I think you’re cool."

The words came out more casually than you intended, and you immediately regretted them, mentally cursing yourself. Cool? You sounded like a teenager, but Theo didn’t seem bothered. He actually looked... relieved? It was hard to tell, but the smile he gave you didn’t feel forced.

"I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me cool," Theo said with a dry chuckle, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I’ll take it."

You both stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, the light breeze rustling through the trees above. The air felt cool and fresh, and you realized that despite how awkward this moment could’ve been, it felt oddly comfortable. Maybe you weren’t just talking about hockey players and sports anymore. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand each other in a way you hadn’t before.

"I might take you up on that offer to explain the game one day," you added, feeling a little more playful now. "As long as you promise to dumb it down for me. I’m not about to learn the difference between playing power and a penalty kill anytime soon."

Theo’s grin returned, full and genuine now. "Power play, but deal. I’ll warn you though, once you start learning, you might actually get hooked."

"I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of commitment," you teased back, earning a chuckle from him.

You both stood there for a few moments, talking easily, just like you had known each other longer than a few casual encounters. It wasn’t forced; it wasn’t awkward. And before you realized it, the conversation shifted, almost as naturally as breathing.

"So," Theo said, leaning against the side of the building as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "You coming to the game this weekend?"

The question felt like it had been building up in the air between you, unspoken, but now it was out in the open. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you hesitated. The thought of a hockey game like the last one, the excitement, the noise, the crowd—it was still a little intimidating. But then you looked at Theo, his smile small but genuine, and something inside you clicked. Maybe it was time to step out of your comfort zone.

"I’ll go," you said after a pause, your voice steadier than you felt. "But if you drag me into a conversation about strategy, I’m out."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," Theo replied, his tone teasing but warm.

You smiled back at him, feeling the tension from earlier fade into something a little more familiar. This wasn’t about hockey. It wasn’t about expectations or performances. It was about you, him, and the quiet realization that sometimes, people are more than the surface they show. And right now, it felt like you were starting to see something real.

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Don't Let Me Fall II

one three

my bookcase slytherin boys masterlist

part 2 of the theodore nott hockey au. posting all of the other parts tonight as well. this has been sitting in my drafts just waiting to be edited.

It had been a week since you’d accidentally spilled your drink all over Theo Nott’s jersey, and yet, you still couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter. You hadn’t expected Theo to even acknowledge you, let alone ask you to grab a drink. But here you were, standing outside a small café, nervously checking your phone for the third time in as many minutes.

Your heart was racing, but it wasn’t from nerves about the drink. No, it was because you had no idea what you were even doing here. You didn’t know anything about hockey, and sure, Theo was good-looking, but that didn’t mean you knew how to talk to him either. You were used to being in your own world—one of books and quiet afternoons. What did you even have to say to someone like Theo?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the sound of footsteps, followed by a smooth voice.

"Hey, Y/N."

You looked up to find Theo standing there, wearing a casual hoodie and jeans, his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked... different, somehow, out of his hockey gear, more relaxed. He smiled at you, the same small, easy smile from last week.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual, but the nerves were still there. You gestured to the door behind you. “I, uh, already ordered, if that’s okay.”

“Perfect,” Theo replied, following you into the café. It was warm inside, a welcome change from the chilly evening outside, and the familiar scent of coffee beans filled the air. You led him to a small table in the corner, and after a brief moment of awkwardness, you both sat down.

"Thanks for meeting me," Theo said, his voice smooth as he settled into his chair. “I’m surprised you actually showed up.”

You shrugged, still trying to seem unaffected by his presence. "I didn’t want to leave you hanging after I ruined your jersey," you said, forcing a lighthearted tone. “Besides, I figured a drink wouldn’t hurt. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but hey, who does.”

Theo laughed, a genuine sound that made you smile in return. "You don’t need to know what you're doing," he said. "I didn’t invite you here to talk about hockey. Trust me, I’ve spent enough time on the ice this week to last me a lifetime."

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that a complaint?"

"Not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It’s just… nice to be outside of the rink for a bit. I spend so much time there, sometimes it feels like the world is just hockey and nothing else." His eyes met yours then, and there was something almost vulnerable about the way he looked at you, like he was peeling back a layer of the carefully crafted image he put out into the world. “It’s good to get away from all that, you know? Especially with a pretty girl like you.”

A blush coated your entire face from the neck up but you nodded, understanding in a way you hadn’t expected. "I get that. I’m kind of the same way. I spend most of my time with my nose in books, and sometimes it’s nice to step outside of my little bubble.”

"Books, huh?" Theo asked, leaning in slightly. "What kind of books do you read?"

The question caught you off guard, but in a good way. You weren’t used to talking about your hobbies with someone you barely knew, but it felt surprisingly easy with him. "Mostly romance," you said with a smile. "Big into love at first sight and kisses in the rain. I like getting lost in another world where I can believe love like that really exists."

"I get that." Theo smiled again, his gaze softening. “I’m not much of a reader myself, but I get the appeal. The way you can just disappear into something else. It’s kind of like… hockey, in a way. When I’m on the ice, I’m as vulnerable as ever. Nothing else matters."

It was refreshing to hear him speak so openly, without the usual bravado that came with being a star player. You found yourself relaxing more, drawn to the honesty in his words. “I get that, yeah. When you’re fully immersed in something, it’s like you don't even notice that you're an open book.”

Theo’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, and there was a quiet understanding between you. For a second, you both just sat there, letting the silence settle comfortably around you before Theo broke it.

“So, you really don’t know anything about hockey, huh?” he asked, his smile teasing. “I thought maybe you were just pretending not to care so you could get out of talking about it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m serious. I have no idea what’s going on most of the time. I just show up to be supportive, I guess.”

“That’s sweet,” Theo said softly, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t say I’ve met many people who care about me but don’t really care about hockey.” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he added, "Most of my friends just want to talk about the game, the plays, the wins. It’s refreshing to talk about something different.”

You didn’t know why, but something about that made you feel special. Maybe it was the way Theo’s walls seemed to come down just a little when he was with you. Maybe it was the fact that, in a world full of people who wanted something from him—whether it was his skill or his fame—he didn’t expect anything from you. It felt nice, in a way that made you want to get to know him more.

"Well," you said, “I could always learn about hockey, if you’re up for the challenge of explaining it to me.”

Theo raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Are you sure? It might be a lot to take in."

“I’m up for it,” you replied, giving him a smile. “Besides, I won't let you just talk about your sport all the time. I’ll keep you on your toes.”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Fair enough. But I warn you, it might get boring fast."

"Then I’ll just distract you with something else,” you teased, feeling the comfort between you growing. You weren’t sure where this was heading, but for the first time, talking to someone just felt... easy.

As the evening wore on, you found yourselves slipping into a conversation that was casual and yet surprisingly meaningful. You talked about music, your favorite books (which Theo pretended to be more interested in than he probably was), and even your plans for the summer. The more you talked, the more you realized that you were genuinely enjoying Theo’s company.

By the time you were both finishing your drinks, you felt like you had learned more about him than you expected. And despite all the uncertainty you felt going into the evening, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited for what came next.

"Thanks for coming out tonight," Theo said as the two of you stood up to leave. "I’m glad we did this. I think… we should do it again sometime."

Your heart gave a little skip. "I’d like that."

That night, something shifted between you and Theo, like the first few, delicate threads of a new connection weaving their way through the fabric of your lives.

Theo Nott, the hockey star, didn’t seem so far out of reach anymore.

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Don't Let Me Fall

Part one of a new HockeyPlayer!Theo x fem!reader

two three

my bookshelf slytherin boys masterlist

college au! where theo is a hockey player at a big hockey school but reader doesn't much care for sports. they become unexpected friends.

It was a Saturday afternoon when your friend, Hazel, dragged you to the university’s hockey rink. You weren't a sports person by any means. Books, art, and cozy coffee shops were your world, not cold arenas filled with fast-paced action and adrenaline. But Hazel—being the die-hard hockey fan she was—had somehow convinced you that this was the "ultimate school experience," and if you didn't show up, you’d be "missing out on something special."

You’d tried to get out of it, claiming you had work to do, but Hazel wouldn’t take no for an answer. And now, here you were, standing at the top of a crowded rink, clenching your coat tightly around your body as you tried to figure out what was going on down on the ice.

The cold air hit you as you stepped further into the stands, the scent of freshly sharpened skates and the unmistakable hum of the crowd in the arena. You settled into your seat, watching the players skate around in their jerseys, all bundled up in their pads and gear. You had no idea who was who, and honestly, the speed of it all made your head spin.

"Okay, so who's that one?" you asked, pointing vaguely at a figure racing down the ice, stick in hand.

Hazel glanced over, then grinned. "That’s Theo Nott, our star player. He’s usually the offensive MVP. You’re gonna love him."

You weren’t sure what to make of that. As far as you were concerned, they were all just guys on skates. But you nodded, pretending to be interested, and focused on the game as best you could.

Your attention shifted quickly, however, when the crowd erupted into cheers. Theo had just scored a goal. You blinked, unsure of what exactly had just happened, but everyone around you seemed ecstatic, shouting and clapping. Your eyes fell on him—Theo Nott. He was standing at the center of the rink, raising his arms in victory, the brightest spotlight suddenly on him. His dark hair was a little tousled under his helmet, and his expression was almost eerily calm for someone who had just scored in a packed arena.

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but stare at him. His movements were fluid, controlled, as if everything he did on the ice was second nature. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes that set him apart from the other players, something you couldn’t quite place but was undeniably magnetic.

Hazel noticed where your eyes were locked. “See? I told you. He’s got the whole ‘mysterious and brooding’ thing down to an art form.”

You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something captivating about him. It wasn’t just his skill—it was the way he carried himself. The calmness, the way he moved, almost like he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t deny the pull.

“Not bad,” you muttered, just loud enough for Hazel to hear.

“Not bad? He’s the best!” Hazel practically squealed. "You’ll see. He’s got this quiet confidence, but off the ice, he’s super chill. Wait until you meet him."

You gave her a skeptical look. "Meet him? How would I meet him?"

She waved it off, clearly uninterested in answering the question, but you didn’t think much of it. Hazel had a way of exaggerating. You didn’t exactly imagine yourself becoming best friends with Theo Nott anytime soon.

As the game progressed, you found yourself zoning in and out of focus. You didn’t quite understand all the rules—how a penalty worked, what the offsides meant, or even how someone managed to get the puck into the net. But you watched as Theo skated circles around the other team, weaving in and out with impressive speed, like he was born for the ice. It was clear he was the standout player, effortlessly leading his own team with a cool head.

By the end of the game, when the final buzzer sounded, you found yourself still glued to your seat, watching as the players skated around the rink to acknowledge the crowd. You had no idea what had happened during the match, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that strange pull you felt toward Theo Nott.

After the game was over, as you walked through the parking lot with Hazel, you didn’t notice the figure walking straight toward you until it was too late.

You collided with him—hard.

The sound of the impact rang through your ears as you stumbled back, and the drink you’d been holding splashed all over his jersey.

"Shit, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, immediately scrambling tp wipe at his shirt with the sleeves of your sweater. You were horrified.

Theo stood there for a moment, a stunned look on his face. He blinked a few times before a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Well, this isn’t how I imagined meeting when Hazel told me she was inviting you."

You froze. Your eyes shot up to his face, realizing that this was the very man you’d been silently watching for the past two hours.

“I—I didn’t mean to—" You were rambling now, unable to stop the flood of embarrassment. "I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going, and—"

“Relax,” Theo interrupted, his voice surprisingly smooth and calm. "It’s just a jersey. I’m sure it’ll survive."

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously at how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. “I’ll buy you a new one or something.”

Theo raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his lips twitched into a smile. "You’re going to buy me a new jersey? That's quite the offer."

You hesitated, unsure of what you should do next. “I—uh, I don’t know... I feel terrible.”

He shook his head. "Honestly, it's fine. Been through much worse than a spilled soda." His smile softened, and there was something about it that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m Theo, by the way."

"Y/N," you replied, still feeling your cheeks burn from the awkwardness. “I didn’t mean to crash your evening.”

“No big deal,” Theo said casually, as if getting splashed by a stranger was a daily occurrence. “But hey, if you’re not busy, I could grab a drink with you sometime. Just, you know... a chance to make it up to me?”

You blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond. He was staring at you with a mischievous and playful look in his eyes. Did Theo Nott just ask you to hang out? And why did it feel like more than just an apology?

Before you could form a coherent sentence, Hazel, who had been standing a little behind you, grinned like she knew something you didn’t.

“Looks like you’re making a friend,” she teased, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

Theo’s smile turned knowing as he glanced at you, but it was warm, unassuming. “Oh c'mon Hazel. Only if she wants to,” he said to you, his voice quiet, but there was something in it that made you think he was genuine.

You cleared your throat, finally finding your voice. “Sure. A drink sounds good. Um, just don’t expect me to know anything about hockey.”

Theo chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to talk hockey.”

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Theo Nott WIP

I have a fully written 6-part hockey player theodore nott x reader college au sitting in my drafts rn. Should I post?

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theodore nott x fem!gryff!granger!reader

synopsis - when your sister leaves during her 7th year to help harry hunt horcruxes, you're left to fend for yourself.

hi! so, mattheo is not in this fic but I did include Lorenzo. I just think since this one is following a little closer to the original storyline, he'd be a little harder to work into it.

song: look after you by the fray

"Hermione, please."

You clung to your older sister as both of you shook with tears. She was only a year older than you but you'd always been inseparable growing up. And then when you both found out you were witches together, you spent years running around Hogwarts together.

But Hermione fell into a different crowd than you. She was friends with Harry Potter whereas you preferred to fill your time with Ginny and Neville. And now, she Harry and Ron were all running off to hunt horcruxes leaving you and Ginny here to fend for yourselves.

"No, Y/n. I can't stay here. And you shouldn't either. Don't come back to Hogwarts next year."

Except you couldn't leave. Hogwarts was your home, and someone had to defend it now that Harry was running after another Dumbledore pipe dream.

The months after she left passed quickly and before you knew it, the time had come to return to Hogwarts. It was clear even before Death Eaters raided the train looking for Harry that this year would be different than before.

You were leaving Dark Arts, a class so "graciously" taught by the Carrows when you heard silent crying. The rest of the class fled immediately, but you'd stayed behind in the hall to comfort a first year. You felt your face stinging from the hexes that you'd received during the last class.

The Carrows saw fit to hex anyone who refused to use the Cruciatus curse on the Gryffindor first years. Seeing as you were already living a nightmare for just being Hermione Granger's sister, a few more hexes seemed worth it to spare an innocent first year.

As you approached the sound, it seemed to be the cries of an older boy. You'd expected it to be a scared younger kid however when you turned the corner you were shockingly greeted with the face of Theodore Nott.

You didn't much interact with Nott and you knew very little about him aside from the fact that he was a Slytherin in your sister's year, and he was beyond exceptional at Potions having received an "Outstanding" on his O.W.L.'s their fifth year.

"H-Hello?"

You spoke softly as you sat on the ledge of the arch next to him. Rain was pouring gently over the courtyard. You'd always loved the smell of rain. And despite his known associations, you oddly felt at peace next to him.

"Go away Mudblood."

He spat the words at you as he wiped furiously at his face but there was no real malice behind the insult. And anyhow, you'd always been a god-awful listener.

Almost immediately following the insult, he recoiled. A look of disgust covered his face but he didn't look disgusted at you. No. He almost looked disgusted at... himself?

"Sorry," He trailed his words as if debating if he should continue or not. His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he finally released a humorless and breathy laugh. "My mother would hate the man I am today. She didn't believe in all this blood prejudice."

"That's why your father..." Now you were the one to trail off. And you were certain you didn't need to and should definitely not finish that sentence. It was a well known fact in the wizarding world that Cantankerous Nott murdered his beautiful wife Isadora Nott. And he spent years in Azkaban for it. That is, until he was broken out of prison with the rest of Voldemort's followers.

Only, Nott didn't look the least bit upset at you. He stared intently into your eyes almost searchingly. His chin dipped low in a single nod, forest green eyes never leaving yours.

"Can I tell you a secret? I need..."

"A friend?"

Nott's eyes found you, darting all over your face before he scoffed, shaking his head disbelievingly.

"We're not friends, Y/n."

"Well, the way I see it," You pushed off your seat in the archway and thrust forward into the rain spinning in sloppy circles and tipping your face towards the sky. "You just asked to tell me a secret. And friends tell each other secrets, Nott. You also called me by my first name."

"Well, Granger, being my friend means most assuredly getting killed no matter who wins."

His voice quickly changed from mocking to deadly serious, no pun intended.

A teary chuckle wracked your throat and you were suddenly happy to have the rain to disguise your tears. "Theodore," The boy stood from his own spot on the stone half-wall and now stood inches away from you, rain soaking through his dark green uniform. "We both know the likelihood of me living through this is lower than the dungeons you call home."

He pulled away harshly, visibly shocked at your words. "Don't say that." His tone was harsh and left no room for any further argument. "Just let me tell you my secret, damn it."

You shrugged, head rolling around as you let the rain wash the dried blood from your skin.

"I'm the secret mole for Dumbledore's Army!"

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part 2?