lorenz0servant

[lorenz0servant]

late night sleeping troubles.

Theodore nott!

just fluff loveys!

no TW’s

“Just friends” trope!

slytherinXhufflepuff

just a little short fic (sorry!)

Lying in your bed, you could feel the chill of the autumn breeze wafting through the slightly ajar window, stirring the curtains into a gentle dance. Your body was sprawled across the sheets, warmth contrasting with the crisp air, while your gaze fixated on the inky blackness of the ceiling above. Boredom wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, suffocating your thoughts, and the clock near your bedside glared back at you, its hands frozen at 2 a.m. The world outside was silent, enveloped in the stillness of the night, but inside, your mind raced in a lackluster whirl. Sleep beckoned like a distant shore, and you knew it was time to surrender to its pull, despite the restlessness that held you captive.

As you slowly emerged from the warmth of your bed, the chill of the cold hardwood floor sent shivers up your spine. The other girls in the Hufflepuff dormitory were nestled snugly in their beds, their peaceful breaths a soothing backdrop to the quiet of the early morning hours. You tiptoed carefully, each step measured to avoid any creaks that might disturb their slumber.

Dressed in an old, oversized sweater that hung loosely around your shoulders and a pair of shorts that grazed your mid-thigh, you knew that your autumn attire was far from ideal for the briskness of the season, but it was all you had. The fabric of the sweater was worn and soft, a comforting reminder of many cozy nights spent by the fire.

Making your way through the dimly lit Hufflepuff dorms, the soft glow of early dawn filtering through the windows, you navigated the familiar paths with ease. You slipped past the sleeping forms of your housemates, careful not to make a sound, until you finally reached the common room. From there, you approached the hidden entrance, lifting the barrel lid with a gentle push and stepping out into the crisp morning air, ready for whatever adventures awaited you beyond the castle walls.

You crept silently down the shadowy corridors of Hogwarts, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to remain undetected. The ancient stone walls seemed to whisper secrets as you navigated your way to the Slytherin entrance, a mesmerizing waterfall that concealed the hidden entrance. You had found this place many times before, but the thrill of sneaking in always sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

“Pure-blood,” you murmured softly, the words spilling from your lips like a spell. Instantly, the cascade of water parted, revealing the way forward. You slipped through the opening, feeling a cool mist brush against your skin as the waterfall cascaded back into place behind you.

Climbing the winding staircase that led to the boys' dormitories, you felt excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. Your footsteps echoed softly in the dimly lit hall, illuminated only by the flickering torches that lined the walls. As you approached the door marked with the name “NOTT,” a warm glow seeped from beneath it, casting a comforting light into the otherwise dark corridor.

You knew Theodore never bothered to lock his door, leaving it ajar just enough for someone daring enough to step inside. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped into the room, ready to embrace whatever waited within.

There he was, perched on the edge of his unmade bed, the faint glow of his cigarette illuminating the dimness of the room like a flickering beacon in the night. The smoke curled lazily into the air, merging with the shadows that clung to the cracked walls. As you stepped inside, the door creaked softly shut behind you, muffling the outside world. His gaze was fixed on you, a silent acknowledgment of your arrival, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric.

With a quiet determination, you made your way across the small space, the air thick with an unspoken tension. As you crawled beneath the soft, rumpled blanket on the bed, you turned your back to him, feeling the warmth radiate from the fabric. The soft sheets cradled you as you settled in, enveloped by a sense of intimacy.

You heard the faint sound of him extinguishing his cigarette, a soft hiss that interrupted the silence. Moments later, he slipped under the covers beside you, the mattress shifting slightly beneath his weight. There was a noticeable distance between your bodies, a gap filled with uncertainty and unvoiced thoughts, yet before you could fully absorb the moment, he broke the stillness with his voice, slicing through the quiet like a knife.

“Come here, amore,” he murmured gently, his voice low and inviting, as his strong, veiny arm effortlessly snaked around your waist. The moment he pulled you closer, you felt the warmth radiating from his body engulf you, creating a stark contrast to the chilly embrace of the dark autumn night outside Hogwarts. The air was crisp and carried the faint scent of damp leaves, but here, nestled against him, everything felt safe and serene.

Theodore was keenly aware of your struggles with sleep, a familiar issue that often led you to his dorm late at night. This ritual had become a comforting routine for both of you; nothing more than spooning and whispered dreams shared in the stillness. As you settled into his embrace, the contours of his body fit perfectly against you, offering a refuge from the world beyond the walls. You melted into him, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth radiating from him like a protective cocoon that wrapped around you.

He pressed his cheek against the top of your head, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The sounds of distant snors from other students and the rustle of leaves outside were mere background noise to the sanctuary you had created together. You felt a sense of peace wash over you as you surrendered to sleep, cradled in his arms, with dreams intermingling with soft murmurs that occasionally spilled from your lips, a gentle reminder of the bond you shared in these quiet, intimate hours.

As you settled into his embrace, you felt your eyelids grow heavier, the weight of the world slowly lifting off your shoulders. The tension that had gripped your body began to dissolve, replaced by a soothing calmness. With each inhale, your breaths transitioned from shallow and labored to deep and soft, filling your lungs with a sense of tranquility. It was as if every ounce of stress and worry melted away in that moment, leaving you enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety. His presence was exactly what you needed, a refuge from the chaos of your mind, allowing you to finally surrender and relax.

[lorenz0servant]

friends with benefits..

age gap (only 1 year loveys!)

hufflepuffXslytherin

drunk theooo

hint of smut

childhood friends to fwb

shorttt

this is kinda bad i’m sorry

You and Theodore Nott became friends on the hogwarts train in your 1st year, while he was in his 2nd year already, by time he had became your tutor and that’s how you guys became friends.

You found yourself nestled comfortably on Theodore’s bed, your best friend of many years. With your head resting in his lap, you lost yourself in the pages of a novel that had captured your imagination. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, illuminating the scattered remnants of your last study session.

Theodore, with his gentle demeanor, absentmindedly ran his slender fingers through your silky hair, a gesture that felt both soothing and familiar. This moment was a cherished routine for the two of you, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still despite the outside world’s whispers of oddity regarding your close bond.

As you turned a page, the corners of your mouth curled into a smile, lost in the story. Yet, a playful spark flickered in Theodore's eyes as he broke the comfortable silence. “Can we roam the halls or something, amore?” he asked, a hint of mischief lacing his voice. The word ‘amore’ slipped off his tongue effortlessly, and you could feel your heart flutter at the endearment. It was a gentle reminder of the special connection you shared.

You tilted your head back, feeling the warmth of the sun against your skin, and gently placed your book on your stomach, its pages fluttering slightly in the breeze of the open window. With a hint of exasperation in your soft, melodic voice, you looked over at Theo. “Is it really impossible for you to just sit still for at least twenty minutes? We’ve wrapped up our classes for the day, so why push ourselves to do more?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping to convey both your concern and your desire for a moment of peace.

“Honestly, I don’t want to just sit here while you’re completely absorbed in your book,” he said, dragging out the vowels in a playful, childlike manner. “Why don’t you go hang out with the boys for a bit? They’ve been pestering me to let you join them, so why not? I really need to buckle down and study in my dorm anyway.”

His expression shifted suddenly, his face falling into a look of exaggerated disbelief. “Wait, are you really just trying to get rid of me?” he asked, feigning hurt, placing a dramatic hand over his chest as if he’d been deeply insulted. The corner of his mouth twitched, threatening to break into a smile, but he held his composure, reveling in the playful banter.

You sit up straight, feeling the weight of the moment as you swing your legs off his bed. “You’ll be fine,” you reassure him softly, glancing up with a warm smile. “Why don’t you go hang out with Draco and the others? I bet they’re waiting in the common room for you right this minute.”

You gently lift your book from the rumpled covers, its pages fluttering slightly in the quiet room. As you set it aside, you slip into your favorite black Mary Janes, the polished shoes giving a satisfying click against the wooden floor. He watches you with wide eyes, as if taking in the sight of you preparing to leave.

He bounces off the bed, urgency in his movements, and stands there, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. “Fine,” he says, his tone tinged with playful annoyance. “But you HAVE to send an owl to let me know you miss me.” The corners of his mouth twitch, fighting a smile, and you can’t help but chuckle at his stubbornness.

“I won’t miss you enough to send an entire owl back to your dorm, Theodore,” you tease lightly, your voice filled with a playful lilt. You watch him for a moment, noticing the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Now, go on and enjoy your time with your friends,” you add, nodding encouragingly towards the door.

With a friendly gesture, you step closer and wrap your arms around him for a brief side hug, feeling the warmth of his presence. It’s a simple gesture, but one that says more than words could express—friendship, camaraderie, and the bittersweet reality of parting ways, even temporarily.

You linger for a heartbeat longer, savoring the familiarity, then gently pull away. With a final glance over your shoulder, you make your way out of his dorm, the door clicking shut behind you as you embrace the evening ahead.

You were immersed in your studies in the cozy confines of your dorm room when a sudden thud echoed through the air, jolting you from your concentration. Instinctively, you reached for your wand, raising it as you slipped into a defensive stance, heart racing. The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Theodore, his clothes rumpled and a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. The unmistakable scent of alcohol hung around him, and his unfocused eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, adding a sense of chaos to the already tense atmosphere.

“Theodore, oh my god, you scared the salazar out of me!” You exclaimed, facepalming in disbelief as he clumsily stumbled toward you. His tall frame loomed over you, hands snaking gently around your waist as a goofy grin spread across his face. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and affection, and his lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of vulnerability. “I missed you… so much,” he slurred, and the warmth of his words sent an unexpected thump of emotion through your heart—not in a negative way but in a sweet, aching manner.

“Look, when I said hang out with the boys, I meant go play Quidditch or something, not to get all drunk.” you chided lightly, trying to infuse some sense into the fuzzy haze of his inebriation. You had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, as he towered over you at 6’2”, while you stood a petite 5’3”.

With a teasing grin, he took a slow, deliberate step forward, causing you to instinctively step back until your knees brushed against your bed. In one smooth motion, he spun you around playfully and sank down onto the edge of your bed, leaving you standing before him. His hands roamed up and down your waist, tracing the contours of your figure with his calloused fingertips, sending tingles up your spine.

As he pulled you closer, you felt the warmth of his body radiating against yours. He buried his face softly into your stomach, just beneath your ribcage, his breath heavy and uneven. “Sit on me, please…” he murmured, his words tumbling out in a slurred, almost desperate manner.

“Wait, what—?” Before you could finish your thought, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and settling you onto his lap. Instantly, his hands found their way to your lower back, squeezing gently but possessively. He tilted his head against your neck, his previously playful demeanor shifting to one of vulnerability.

“Shhh, just enjoy the moment,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You sighed, feeling the weight of the circumstances curl around your heart. You knew what he needed in that moment—it wasn't merely the comfort of your body, but the solace of understanding and connection, and you were more than willing to be that for him, you knew he needed you in a lustful way..you could feel the bulge in his pants at the moment.

You slid off his lap slowly and got on your knees infront of him as he was sat on the bed..you unbuckled his belt and took it off..

“how about.. you just sit here and enjoy the moment hm? i’ll do all the work..”

[lorenz0servant]

You’re his stalker...

stalker behaviour

kinda short (sorry!).

maybe TW?

(i have been so busy with school so sorry if this is a bit bad😭)

Theodore Nott, the enigmatic Slytherin boy with tousled dark hair and brooding eyes, had captured your attention since the moment you stepped into the grand halls of Hogwarts. Known for his charm and quiet confidence, he effortlessly drew the admiration of his peers, yet you found yourself drawn to him in a way that went far beyond mere infatuation.

Though your paths had never truly crossed, your feelings for him grew deeper with each passing day. You became a silent observer, following him through the bustling corridors and concealed corners of the castle, your heart racing at the thrill of being close to him. In the dim light of the library, you would watch him engage in witty banter with his friends, the way he tilted his head back with laughter or frowned in concentration over a difficult text.

Driven by a mixture of admiration and shyness, you took to leaving little tokens of your affection. You slipped handwritten notes into the pockets of his robes, each one a confession of the emotions building inside you, though you dared not sign them. Small, thoughtful gifts began to appear on his bed—an antique quill, a rare book you thought he might enjoy, or a potion ingredient you knew he needed for his studies. Each item carefully wrapped and left as a small mystery for him to discover.

As the months rolled on, you chronicled your secret obsession in your diary. With flourish and youthful exuberance, you penned your thoughts and fantasies, weaving tales of how he might one day notice you, of the conversations you could share, and of the laughter that might echo through the halls if only he knew your heart belonged to him.

However, despite your efforts to remain undetected in the shadows, Theodore began to sense an unseen presence trailing him. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder, furrowing his brow as an inexplicable sense of being followed tugged at his mind. Yet, he could never quite figure out who this mysterious admirer was, lost in the throng of friends and admirers surrounding him. The cat-and-mouse game between the two of you danced on the edge of the possible, pulling you deeper into the labyrinth of your unspoken longing.

Today was his quidditch game.. you constantly left messages in dark red lipstick on his locker before the game so he could see, it was about 6 am before everyone was up, you put on your hood and your Hogwarts robes, you snuck out of the castle too the quidditch locker rooms, slickly and quietly stepping through the locker room, you had approached his locker and unlocked it, of course, you knew the locker code, he alter it every time but you always figured it out.. you grab your lipstick out of your pocket and take off the lid, you begin to write out in cursive “May fortune favour you” but then you hear the locker room door open. You looked back and saw that gorgeous face of his.. but you had to go QUICKLY then he called out “Hey you!? You're the one who’s been stalking me” as soon as you heard that thick Italian accented voice you ran, you saw an open window that would let steam out from the locker room showers. You vaulted up and mounted out the window, you heard his quidditch bag drop and he chased after you, as he sprinted behind you, you ran directly towards the black lake, he got closer and closer but you kept running, you reached the dock that was forbidden for people to even dip their fingertips in the waters because of the selkies but you couldn’t risk being caught.. so you dived into the black lake. You started to hear the selkies making screeching sounds and it was unbearable but you had to escape, you swam all across the black lake as the selkies were grabbing your ankles, you were running out of oxygen, you had reached the other side of the lake and gasped for air, you looked back and had no sight of that handsome boy Theodore, you coughed up water then stood up and began to walk back to the castle, the back corridors so you wouldn’t get caught.

Later in the day at the Quidditch stadium, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement, the stands filled with fans clad in house colours, all eagerly awaiting the match to begin. You were feeling quite comfortable in your freshly dried robes, which clung to you just as snugly as your earlier ones. A camera was gripped tightly in your hands, a trusty companion on your clandestine mission to capture Theodore’s every move on the pitch. Over the past few weeks, you had amassed an extensive collection of photographs, each click of the shutter documenting his athletic prowess, much to the chagrin of your friends who teased you about your “stalker” tendencies.

As the horns blared to signal the start of the game, a thrill ran down your spine. You lifted your camera, thumb poised over the shutter button, and began capturing the action. Your heart raced as Theodore soared through the air on his broom, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow on his figure as he darted skillfully across the pitch. Intent on your task, you lost track of time, snapping away as the game roared into motion.

To better conceal your identity, you pulled your hood up, hoping the shadows would hide your face. But just as you focused on capturing a particularly dynamic shot of Theodore zooming past, you felt a shift in the air. Glancing up, you locked eyes with him for a brief moment. His expression flickered from concentration to surprise, and you could see the realization dawning that someone had been taking far too many pictures of him. You felt heat rise to your cheeks; it was a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline.

Thrumming with urgency, you noticed that his distraction had affected his team’s performance. Points were being lost to the rival team as they soared ahead, and you couldn't suppress a pang of guilt. Panic surged through you when Theodore's gaze intensified, and before you knew it, instinct took over. You sprang to your feet, adrenaline fuelling your escape as you rushed down the bleachers, desperate to avoid confrontation.

“Hey! Get back here! I know it’s you, stalker!” his voice rang out, cutting through the cheers and groans of the crowd. Lee Jordan, the commentator, caught on and began narrating the unfolding drama with great enthusiasm, adding fuel to your embarrassment.

In a burst of speed, you dashed towards the castle, your heart pounding in your chest. The heavy thud of Theodore's footsteps echoed behind you, urging you to run faster. Your hood threatened to slip off, but you clung to it, determined to remain hidden. You darted through the grand entrance of Hogwarts, the familiar stone walls offering a mix of comfort and trepidation as you weaved through the dimly lit corridors.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, you spotted an empty broom closet, a sanctuary amid the chaos. You slipped inside, the air thick with the aroma of wood polish and old broomsticks. Heart racing, you pressed yourself against the cold wall as Theodore's footsteps thundered past the door, echoing in the silence that followed. You exhaled deeply, relief washing over you as you realized you had evaded him—at least for the moment.

(if you guys want something more just say something!! i will gladly take any opinions!)

[lorenz0servant]

His ravenclaw.

TheodoreXreader

RavenclawXslytherin

Mostly fluff

Friends with tension👏🏻

Lowkey short

kinda bad (i’m sorry guys)😭

You found yourself perched alone on a sleek, black leather couch in the lavish Slytherin party hosted by Theodore. The room was alive with laughter and the pulsating rhythm of loud music that reverberated through the walls, but it only served to amplify your sense of isolation. In your hand, you held a cup of pumpkin juice, its vibrant orange contrasting sharply with the red solo cups that were scattered around the room, filled with an array of colorful alcoholic concoctions.

The atmosphere was saturated with an air of sophistication; everyone else was clad in stylish, fancy attire that glinted under the shimmering lights—dresses that flowed like water, sharp suits that outlined toned physiques. Meanwhile, you settled for a simple, drab hoodie that felt far too ordinary paired with a jean skirt that fell to your knees. It made you feel out of place, like a flower struggling to bloom in a field of meticulously cultivated roses.

As you surveyed the crowd, a twinge of annoyance washed over you with every beat of the music, which seemed too loud for your liking. You had genuinely hoped for a quiet evening, perhaps even a peaceful night in your own company. But Theodore, ever the enthusiastic host and your insistent friend, had practically begged you to come, promising that it would be fun—though, right now, fun felt like a distant memory. The desire to slip away and find solace in the quiet seemed increasingly tempting as the evening wore on.

As you settled into a quiet corner, lost in thought about the complexities of life, a familiar, slightly slurred Italian voice broke through the haze of your musings. “Y/nnnn, why aren’t you dancing?” Theodore plopped down beside you, his lanky arm draping around your shoulders, his warmth seeping into you as he nestled his face against your neck. He lingered there, not kissing but simply finding comfort in your presence.

“Because I’m not a dancer,” you replied softly, almost a whisper, the words escaping your lips with a hint of reluctance. The truth was, parties had always felt foreign to you, an overwhelming spectacle where you felt out of place. Theodore, on the other hand, thrived in the chaos, reveling in the energy around him.

Feeling a need for space, you gently pushed him away and wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, creating a physical barrier that mirrored your internal desire for solitude. His voice cut through the air, thick with wine and concern. “Heyyy, why are you pushing me away?”

“Mm,” you mumbled in response, standing up from your seat, both physically and mentally asserting your distance. “Theo, love, I’m going to head back to my dorm. I really don’t want to be at some stupid party tonight.” The affectionate term slipped from your lips with surprising ease, a nod to the playful dynamic you both shared; words that carried a weight of familiarity but nothing more.

He rose with you, his expression pleading as he reached out for your hand. “What? Why? Please stay. I’ll stay with you. I don’t want you to leave.” The desperation in his thick, drunken accent tugged at your heart as you took a step away.

“Sorry, Theo, not tonight,” you replied softly, feeling the need to enforce your boundaries. With a quick, gentle pat on his shoulder, you turned and made your way through the crowd, the sounds of laughter and music fading into a distant memory as you stepped outside, unable to shake the lingering sensation of his presence behind you.

As you made your way through the dimly lit, empty halls of Hogwarts, the torches casting flickering shadows upon the stone walls, the sound of footsteps echoed behind you. You paused, glancing over your shoulder to see the somewhat disheveled figure of Theodore, his cheeks flushed and eyes a little unfocused from too much butterbeer at the party. “Y/N, I know you’re not in the mood for the festivities, but can I at least crash in your dorm? I really want to spend some quality time with youuu,” he slurred, his voice a mixture of charm and inebriety.

Sighing softly, you rubbed your temples to alleviate the mild headache forming from the noise and chaos of the party. “Fine…” you relented, taking his hand gently in yours, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Together, you walked over to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower, a wooden door adorned with a golden eagle that had a riddle for its visitors. “Where do Vanished objects go?” it asked in a melodic voice.

“Into non-being, which is to say, everything,” you replied confidently, your voice firm in the quiet corridor. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the cozy common room filled with plush furniture and the faint scent of old books. You led Theodore up the spiral staircase to your dorm, your footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden steps.

“Please keep it down, the other girls will likely tell if they find out there’s a Slytherin boy in here,” you urged softly, a hint of concern lacing your tone as you set him down gently on the bed, the duvet invitingly arranged in soft shades of blue. Sliding your shoes off, you felt the cool wood beneath your feet as he replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll be as quiet as a mouse, just like youuu.”

His playful jab made you smile faintly—he often teased you about your reserved nature. Theodore scooted closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and gazing up at you with a mix of affection and drunken mischief. His fingers traced small circles on the arch of your back, sending a comforting warmth through you.

“Why did you want to leave the party so early, hm?” he asked, his tone a combination of drunken curiosity and genuine care. You took a moment before responding, focusing on the rise and fall of your own breath to maintain your calm. “I just didn’t want to be there, that’s all,” you replied softly, slowly unwinding his arms from around you.

You climbed into bed, the sheets cool against your skin, while Theodore laid back against the soft pillows, his unruly hair splayed messily across the fabric. He pulled you close, your upper body resting on his chest, enveloped in the warmth of his body. As he stroked your back gently, his touch soothing and rhythmic, he murmured, “You know… if you don’t want to attend any of my parties, you don’t have to. I just like having you around.”

You sighed lightly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you as you nuzzled your face deeper into the fabric of his shirt, searching for comfort. “I know… I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. Maybe next time,” you replied gently, letting your eyelids grow heavy, succumbing to the warmth and safety of the moment as you drifted into a peaceful rest.

(guys i’ve literally been drowning in assignments like i don’t think i want to study psychology anymore😭)

[lorenz0servant]

You’re guys song.

only fluff!!🤍

female reader

hufflepuffXslytherin

kinda short (sorry pumpkins!)

There you were, sitting with your crush of 5 years that was your bestfriend..

laughs and giggles filled the slytherin common room with occasional snaps and crackles from the fireplace as the faint music played from a old record player, it was past curfew at hogwarts but you were currently hiding in the slytherin common room with him.. theo

you guys had a game of Wizards chess on the floor, currently you were beating him like always, “you suck at this game theo” you said between giggles as your knight practically murders his bishop, “watch it little miss hufflepuff, your in my common room right now” he’s says with a chuckle, you guys had on matching pajamas with little snakes and badgers on them (you made them yourself) you moved your pawn over to his and your pawn destroyed his last one “you suck theo, but you tried” you said with a sarcastic tone but a soft giggle with it “ugh your so good at this game” he said with admiration towards you

you started hearing the start of your favourite song.. it was only your favourite because it was the first song you and theo heard when you guys were in the book store together “don’t dream it’s over” by Crowded house was the song, which holy salazar was a great song, you stood up and got all excited, you quickly and kinda aggressively grabbed his hand and made him stand “theo theo!! it’s our song” you tan quickly to the record player and turned it up, you ran back over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, you were on your highest tippy toes just to try and reach his height “cmon plesse dance, we both love this song, it’s our song” you said happily “fine fine, just because you asked so nicely” he wrapped his arms around your waist and you guys slowly started to dance to the chorus.

you’re eyes were filled with admiration and love as you guys remained eye contact as you swayed together in unison, little giggles coming from your soft lips once in a while, he spun you around slowly as he laughed softly, you’re heart was filling this sensation of electricity and love as you guys danced slowly too the song..

(i know this is short but i am SO busy with my college courses and homework like why is it so overwhelming😭)

[lorenz0servant]

look of love..

(this is a friends too lovers kinda situation, just fluff!!🤍)

You and theodore have been friends for a few years, even though you were 2 years younger then him and a gryffindor, mind you he’s a slytherin.

The yule ball was tonight and neither of you had dates, though he literally had girls at his feet practically begging for him, you were the opposite unfortunately, you had no boys showing any attention too you but that just may be because you avoided many people, you necessarily stuck too luna lovegood and theodore.

While you were getting ready for the ball in your dorm you heard a lazy knock on your door, you could already recognize by the sound of the knock and it was theodore.

“im coming in, if your naked you better cover up because i don’t want to see that” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, the door crept open and he came in, he had on a black tux with a slytherin tie and his hair wasn’t very neat, which was a HUGE pet peeve for you.

you were sitting in your chair at your desk trying to put a bobby pin in your hair, the sight of you struggling made theodore chuckle, you groaned in annoyance and snapped your neck to look back at him “i know you cannot be talking, look at your hair” you looked back at the mirror and kept trying to clip the hair up.

“well that was quite mean of you” he said in a teasing voice, no bite too it, “here here, just let me help” he walked over behind you and took the bobby pin out your gentle hands, he clips your hair in place softly, with focus though, “thanks theo” you said with a soft tone “of course” he said with a cocky but funny smirk.

you stood up and turn around too look at him fully, even with your heels on he still was WAY taller then you (your 5’3 and he’s 6’1, kinda forgot to put this in, sorry pumpkins!!) you wobbled a little bit since this was like your first time wearing heels even though they are like 2 inch tall heels “god why don’t you ever fix your hair you dimwit” you detangled his hair between your fingers and smoothed it out, “and god why are you such a judgy girl” he said with a sassy tone but a smile on his face.

you guys kept eye contact and there was a bit more tension then usual…but suddenly your alarm to head to the ball went off and it broke the tension in the air “oh uhm.. well i guess we should head off?” you tried to not maintain eye contact with him, “yeah sure let’s go hm” he said with a gentle tone, „i guess he didn’t sense that tension??..” you thought too yourself, you interlink your arm with his and leave your dorm.

as you guys head down the halls of hogwarts too the great hall for the ball you guys had a conversation flowing with giggles, jokes and compliments, “so how come you don’t have a date yet?” you say in a giggly tone, “mm didn’t really want one, i knew you didn’t have one and i didn’t want you to feel alone if i had one yknow?” he says in a playful tone, “seriously? theo you didn’t have to do that, that’s so stupid” you said in a kinda serious but more playful tone because that was quite sweet of him..

as you guys walked into the yule ball, the music was already blasting, everyone was already dancing and having conversations, suddenly you felt the arm that was interlinked with theodore’s lose warmth? you turned your head and seen theodore getting dragged away by his friends like blaise and draco, he was trying to protect but i pulled him away into the crowd „shit then, guess im alone tonight” you thought too yourself.

as the night goes on, the ball getting wilder and people sneaking in all sorts of alcohol, you were sitting by yourself on a ledge with pumpkin juice in your hand, sipping the straw, the flashing lights highlighting your face and your dark red dress that was down too your feet, the muggle song “No.1 party anthem” by arctic monkeys came on which was one of your favourites, the chorus came on as you were looking at everyone in the crowd slow dancing, you looked straight ahead and saw those icy blue eyes looking at you as the lyrics said “the look of love, the rush of blood, the “shes with me” the gallic shrug” blood rushed too your cheeks and you immediately turned your face another direction.. the tension was literally SEEPING into your pours..

as your head was turned you heard a familiar voice, that god damn thick italian accent “hey pretty lady, what’s up? why didn’t you come over?” you turned your head up slowly and looked into his eyes, a soft smile growing on your lips, “you were busy with friends, didn’t want to interrupt” you said with a gentle tone, “your never an interruption yknow? would’ve been more then glad to see you over there” you let out a soft giggle as he said that, you stepped down from the ledge and just looked up at him, the song “high and dry” by radiohead starting to play, “theo, how come you didn’t ask me to be your date… even just as friends?..” you said with a soft voice, you always went straight too the questions while talking to him, but this has also been on your mind all night, “what do you mean?” he said with a kind of confused tone, “i mean why didn’t you, we both didn’t have dates” you said in a firm tone but not mad, “i just thought you wouldn’t want too..” he said with a playful voice, “never just assume you idiot, i would’ve been happy with that instead of being here by myself” you said with a soft smile on your lips.

“i will never assume again” he said with a promising voice, i opens his arms and you gladly go in for a big hug, you guys were never able to be apart for too long, like never.. everyone thought you were dating because you guys were ALWAYS together and hugging, sitting together - sometimes even kissing cheeks as a friendly goodbye.

you nuzzled your face in his chest as people danced around you two, his face was in your neck as he tightly hugged you around your waist, you lifted your head and so did he, the same exact tension was back.. just like earlier, your eyes meeting his as you swallow the lump in your throat, suddenly his grip on your waist became gentle and his eyes getting softer, he leaned in and placed his gentle lips on yours, the tender kiss lasting as the lights flashed around you guys, you pull away slowly and look into his eyes, your heart about to blast out of your chest..

“i’ve waited so long for that.”

you guys said in unison..

[lorenz0servant]

late-night quidditch.

(only fluff!! This is also my first piece and I probably should never touch the post button again but I was just bored😭 kinda short)

theodore nott, the classic jock slytherin boy… and yet he was your, little miss hufflepuffs boyfriend..

Currently, you were studying in the bleachers as the Slytherin boys practiced at sunset, you had your headphones on listening to Radiohead like usual, it was getting a bit late and the prefects were going to be on patrol soon.

After about an hour and a half of this sunset practice, the practice had ended, you were packing up your quills and wand, you threw your bag over your shoulder and started to walk down the bleachers and onto the field, patiently waiting for you Slytherin boy to come out any minute...

You hear the slytherin boys messing around in the locker room and it makes you giggle slightly, in the blink of an eye you hear your boy come out, his icy blue eyes perking up when he sees you, he runs over to you and picks you up into his arms, you start to giggle as he peppers your face in kisses while squeezing you tightly, “theo baby calm down, it hasn’t even been that long” you say between giggles, he looks in your eyes with a huge grin on his lips “I know, I just missed my beautiful smart girl” he sets you down gently and takes ahold of your hand, he had to lean down just to grab it, “what about we go back to my dorm and we can cuddle and watch moviessss” he says with a smirk, you just look up at him with a soft smile, your glasses kind of sliding down on your nose “yeah im glad to do that” you say with a soft giggle as the sun slowly sets behind you guys...